Inoue Yu had been hit by an arrow before, and even now his ear was bleeding. Fortunately, a beautiful girl he brought with him had bandaged it for him.
Namiji was also very panicked. Although she didn't understand military affairs, the fact that her commander was injured was an ironclad fact that she absolutely could not tell.
With their own coach injured, the war naturally developed into a life-and-death situation.
If the commander of an army of 200,000 men was like this, what would be the fate of a woman like me?
The beautiful concubine was obviously feeling miserable and sad. She could only pray in her heart that Inoue Yu could do something and not end up like Musashi Hideki or Yamamoto Ningji.
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Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji led the last heavy armored infantry, which was unstoppable all the way. They advanced very quickly, and the Japanese troops that pressed forward before could not stop them at all. In addition, the gap torn open by the Ming army was not big to begin with. Even if the Japanese still had tens of thousands of central troops, how could they show their numerical advantage?
For a moment, Inoue Yu and Sasaki could only see the two large banners, one yellow and one red, advancing slowly. The speed of the advance was not very fast, but it was extremely firm, and there was never a single moment of stagnation from beginning to end.
Inoue Yu and Sasaki looked at each other again, but after a glance, both of them lost interest.
"Sasa-kun, you are the chief of staff. Now that things have come to this, the Ming army is so powerful that I'm afraid they will attack us soon. What should we do if we can't stop them?"
Sasaki was also speechless. His current mental state was similar to that of the beautiful concubine who had bandaged Inoue Yu's wound before. He was already miserable.
"Marshal, this battle is a national war. If we lose to Japan, we may be finished. Although I don't know what we can do now, one thing is certain, we can't retreat a single step. Your commander's flag is here. If you retreat, how can the 200,000-strong army fight?"
After hearing this, Inoue Xiong was speechless. At this point, Inoue Xiong could only treat these words as nonsense. Putting aside the question of whether to retreat or not, if the Ming army really came to him, would he just stand here and wait for death?
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More than ten years ago, Inoue Yu was naturally a man of some ability. At least he could wield swords and spears. But since he embarked on his official career, his body has long been hollowed out by alcohol and sex. Now, apart from being able to fight with the beautiful concubines around him, his other abilities have really disappeared into thin air.
However, just when Inoue Yu was in a panic, Sasaki pushed him hard. The force was so strong that he pushed Inoue Yu directly off the gorgeous carriage.
Inoue Yu was hit hard by the fall and felt that his waist was almost broken. However, just when he was about to curse Sasaki, he found that the beautiful concubine who had just bandaged his wound had been shot in the shoulder and had also fallen off the carriage.
The beautiful concubine screamed miserably.
Inoue Yu immediately understood that it was Sasaki who saved his life. If Sasaki had not pushed him, he would definitely have been the one who died.
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"Damn it."
In the distance, Zhou Zhiruo cursed while holding a strong bow. Zhu'er beside her said, "Zhou Zhiruo, what's wrong with you? You can't even shoot accurately."
Zhou Zhiruo said: "Shut up, you little girl. If you have the ability, come here."
Zhu'er said: "If this were ten years ago, I would have come here a long time ago. Would I have to hide behind you? It's a pity that Brother Wuji has wasted all my cultivation."
Zhou Zhiruo said: "What a pity? If that enemy hadn't destroyed your cultivation ten years ago, do you really think you could live to this day?"
"The poisonous skills you practiced must have damaged your foundation a long time ago. Otherwise, how could you not even have a child after all these years?"
Zhu'er widened her eyes, but was just a little surprised. If someone else had said those words, she might have been angry, but when Zhou Zhiruo said them, it was a little ridiculous. After all, she, Zhou Zhiruo, also had no children.
Zhu'er said: "What do you mean by saying this? I don't have a child, do you have one? Over the years, my brother Wuji has wasted a lot of energy on you. If you have the ability, give birth to a child for me to see. Anyone can laugh at me for not having a child, but you, what qualifications do you have?"
Women are women. In such a tense situation, they actually quarreled over such things.
Li Yao, who was standing aside, stood timidly in front of the two of them and said, "Sisters, is this the time to talk about these things? Please give some face to the tens of thousands of soldiers around you and don't quarrel in this place."
As she spoke, Li Yao took out another arrow from the quiver beside her and handed it to Zhou Zhiruo again: "Sister Zhou, let's try again."
Zhou Zhiruo took a deep breath, took the arrow, and ignored the annoying Zhu'er. At the same time, Zhu'er did not dwell on what had just happened.
However, when Zhou Zhiruo bent her bow and drew her arrow again, she could no longer find the man in the strange armor.
Zhou Zhiruo also felt secretly sorry in her heart. She was sure that the man should be Inoue Xiong. After all, he was standing next to the Japanese commander's flag, and he was wearing that strange armor, so it should be confirmed that he was the real one. It was a pity that Inoue Xiong saved his life again.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't find Inoue Xiong, so she randomly shot an arrow in the same direction as before. That direction was full of Japanese, and Zhou Zhiruo's random arrow would most likely kill one person.
Looking at Inoue Yu again, he has escaped death twice and is now terrified to death.
Even a fool would know that Inoue Yu was now within the range of the Ming army's arrows.
If he showed up in a high-profile manner, he would still be threatened by the Ming army's arrows.
"Baga, baga, are you all trash?"
Inoue Yu, who was hiding behind the carriage, roared: "Kill them, shoot them, don't stop until all the Ming troops are killed."
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The two armies have already clashed with each other. Although the Ming army is still advancing in great strides on a macro level, the battlefield on a micro level is somewhat jagged. In addition, the Japanese are short in stature, and those Japanese soldiers holding large bows cannot see clearly what is too far away.
Therefore, they could only raise the angle of the arrows. As for where the arrows would hit and whether they would hurt their own people, that depended on God's will.
In fact, many archers in the Japanese army have always done this, so that many Japanese people have died from their own arrows.
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