"I shot it."
"I shot it."
The two women refused to give in to each other.
Zhang Wuji also had a headache: "It's already late, can you be serious? You two should share the credit equally. Let's take down the commander's head first."
Since their husbands had spoken, Zhou Zhi and Zhao Min naturally could not say anything more. After all, whether it was a quarrel or jealousy, it should not happen at this time. If it affected major events, they might not know what kind of punishment they would receive.
After giving Zhou Zhiruo a fierce look, Zhao Min shouted in her clear voice: "Soldiers, the Japanese flag has fallen. We will definitely win this battle. Work harder and let these monkeys see the style of a world conqueror."
The morale of the Ming army, which was already high, became even higher after hearing Zhao Min's words.
They swung the axes in their hands desperately, and every time they swung, there was a high probability that one of the Japanese would be killed or injured.
Looking at Inoue Yu, although his flag was finally picked up under the coercion and inducement of his chief of staff, Sasaki, both the military spirit and morale had reached an unprecedented low.
If nothing unexpected happens, Inoue Yu's central army seems to be about to be broken through.
At this moment, Inoue Yu seemed to have no other choice but to not retreat, but that so-called not retreating might cost him his life.
Listening to the shouting and killing sounds not far away, and then taking a look at the current scene, Inoue Yu couldn't help but feel sad.
He now feels a little regretful. He regrets that he has used all means to climb to his current position over the years.
It is not easy to be the Grand Marshal who controls the rise and fall of a country. If he has made contributions, he will naturally be admired by future generations, but if he loses this battle, his name will definitely be on the pillar of shame in Japan.
If he had known this earlier, Inoue Yu would probably have regretted choosing to be a mediocre general, the kind of person who would not gain much credit if he won, and would not be remembered by many people if he lost.
Unfortunately, the rise and fall of a country now rests on his shoulders.
"Marshal, Marshal, please cheer up. Now is not the time to be depressed."
Sasaki pushed Inoue Yu hard. Inoue Yu came to his senses and said, "Sasaki-kun, the battle has come to this point. Can't you see the situation clearly?"
"The Ming army is in high spirits. It won't take them long to break through our central army. In this battle, we are most likely to be defeated."
Sasaki was speechless. As a staff general, how could he not see what Inoue Yu could see? But even if the center of the army was breached, what would it matter? As the commander-in-chief of an army of 200,000, could he do nothing?
If nothing is done, what will happen to the country? The Japanese have lived on this land for generations. Are they going to become slaves of a conquered nation because of this war?
"Marshal, you are the commander-in-chief of an army of 200,000. The rise and fall of a country is in your hands. If we lose this battle, the Japanese may become slaves of a conquered nation. We Japanese have lived on this land for generations, so we must have some explanation, right?"
"Could it be that you really do nothing?"
Inoue Yu still had a depressed look on his face, and it was obvious that he was almost ruined.
Sasaki was also speechless: "Marshal, please cheer up, think about the beautiful girls you brought with you on this expedition, and think about your concubines and geishas in Tokyo."
"If we lose this battle, the beautiful girls you brought with you will surely become playthings of the Ming army. And think about the concubines and geishas in your Tokyo city. As soon as the news of the defeat gets back, those cabinet ministers will surely divide up all the beauties you have accumulated over the years."
"Those beauties are so young and beautiful, can you bear to let them fall into the tiger's mouth?"
When Inoue Yu heard this, a light immediately appeared in his eyes.
"That's right, I have so many wives, I can't lose, even for them, I must not lose."
Inoue Yu rekindled his fighting spirit, and seeing this, Sasaki also breathed a sigh of relief.
Sasaki knew very well that he had to get to the point when speaking. For someone like Inoue Yu, only beautiful women could inspire his fighting spirit.
Inoue Yu drew the sword from his waist, looked at the front of the formation, and shouted in the direction where it was about to be pierced: "Soldiers, the time has come to be loyal to the emperor. Kill, kill all these invaders."
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The Japanese are always unreasonable. They call the Ming army invaders. This statement is true in the current environment, but what about five years ago?
When they invaded Middle-earth five years ago, did they ever consider themselves invaders themselves?
Since ancient times, many things have been tit-for-tat. Back then, you invaded China, and now, Zhang Wuji wants to annihilate your entire race and make the territory of Japan part of the Ming Dynasty. There's nothing wrong with that, right?
After all, when it comes to right and wrong, it's never about who is right, but who has the stronger fist. As a loser, you must accept the consequences of being a loser.
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Inoue Takeshi's personal supervision of the army seemed to have some effect, but the effect was not great, unless the Japanese could also cut down the flag of the Ming army. However, it was obvious that there seemed to be no one among the Japanese who had such great ability.
Not far away, the sound of killing was still deafening, and on the chaotic battlefield, there were a few flashes of fire from time to time. If nothing unexpected happened, it was the Japanese ninja who were causing trouble again.
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