Otomo Sorin liked to compare himself to Cao Cao. Although his literary talent and military strategy were far inferior to those of Wei Wu, he was in no way inferior to Prime Minister Cao in terms of their common hobby - wives.

In those days, Prime Minister Cao took Zhang Ji's wife, which led to Zhang Xiu's rebellion, the loss of his son and generals, and the defeat of the army. The two most venomous enemies of Otomo Sorin, Akizuki Tanezane and Takahashi Kanzane, were also caused by him stealing the wives of his subordinates.

He repented for this and even vowed to chop off his father if he became Lao Wang again. Unfortunately, he became horny and started having an affair with his subordinate's wife again.

So, while his subordinate, the daimyo Ichimanada Jianshi, was leading the entire clan to fight for him on the front line, he attacked Mrs. Ichimanada.

"My Lord, where is the Madam? Why hasn't she come out yet?" Madam Yiwantian's face flushed, and she didn't know if she was embarrassed or what. She received an invitation from the Lord's wife to come here to learn tea art. Who knew that this old pervert actually came back from the front line!

"Oh, she suddenly felt unwell, so she asked me to entertain you." Zong Lin smiled and took a deep sniff of her hair and said, "Madam, why do you smell so good?"

"I should go back." Mrs. Yiwantian couldn't stand this old pervert who was becoming more and more outrageous.

"Didn't I tell you that I'll let you go after we finish this dance?" Zong Lin hugged her tightly and said.

"But this dance is too long. My legs are sore." Mrs. Yiwantian quickly supported his chest with her hands, with an expression that said, "You've fooled me."

In recent years, the southern barbarian style has prevailed in Usuki Castle. She and her husband have both converted to Christianity and often attend Western dances. She really likes to dance this kind of Western dance, but she doesn't like to dance with an old pervert!

"Where is it sore? Let me help you rub it." Zong Lin only looked old in this outfit, but he was actually only forty years old. His arms were like iron hoops that Yi Wan Tian couldn't break free of, so his hands slid down dishonestly.

"No, Master." Mrs. Yiwantian quickly held his hand and said in panic, "My husband is still fighting for you!"

"I should go and comfort his wife who has been lonely for a long time." Zong Lin couldn't hold back any longer and started to move forward.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out from outside: "My lord, my lord, something terrible has happened!"

"What's the matter? Can't we talk about it later?!" Sorin, who was horny, asked unhappily. He recognized that it was his old minister Yoshioka Sokan, whom he relied on.

Then he heard Yoshioka Munehara leaning over the door and saying, "No, this is related to the survival of the Otomo family. It will be too late if we delay!"

"Alas..." Zong Lin had no choice but to let go of her hand and said to the frightened lady, "Look, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Thank you, my lord, for your mercy." The lady quickly straightened her disheveled kimono, and without even bothering to salute, she hurriedly opened the door and ran out.

"How rude." Zong Lin curled his lips and asked Yoshioka Zonghuan who was lying on the corridor: "What's the matter?"

"The Yiman Tian family is full of brave generals, and Kanzane is the pillar of the lord. If he becomes Takahashi Kanetane because of a woman, the lord will definitely lose to the Mori family and then lose the entire Kyushu!" The white-haired old minister advised.

"Haha, you're overthinking it. I just chatted with her..." After letting the sea breeze blow, Zong Lin calmed down. He touched his head and laughed awkwardly, "I'm a monk now. My six senses are pure. I don't have those dirty thoughts anymore."

He was known for his resourcefulness, so how could he not know that this was destroying his own Great Wall? However, he had experienced a bloody coup when he was young, and his father and brothers were all killed. Therefore, he had a strong desire to enjoy life while he could. Especially every time he came down from the battlefield, this desire would surge up uncontrollably, and he would forget everything else.

Okay, let’s call it sperm on the brain.

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With the blood returning to his brain, Zong Lin finally returned to normal and called Zong Huan in for tea.

During the Warring States Period, tea ceremony was a compulsory course for samurai.

In the quiet tea room, with the boiling waves on the charcoal stove, smelling the overflowing tea fragrance, and looking at the small bridge, flowing water, and blood-red maple leaves in the courtyard, it can indeed make people calm down, forget the fighting on the battlefield, put aside the worries of life and death, and bring great comfort to the soul.

Zong Lin, who was brewing tea, was a completely different person from before. While adding some Wu salt to the tea, he said to Zong Huan, "Is there something you can't say in the letter that requires you to call me back?"

The Otomo family is also full of talents, the best of which are Yoshioka Munehara and Totsugi Michiyuki. However, Michiyuki, who uses the Chidori sword to split thunder, is an undefeated warrior, and Munehara is Sorin's think tank. Otherwise, Sorin would not have returned from the front line as soon as he called.

"There is a very important secret, and we must ask the lord to come back and make the decision." Zong Huan said in a deep voice.

"Oh?" Zong Lin's expression changed, and he poured tea for Zong Huan, then dismissed his attendants. "What's the matter? Why are you so mysterious?"

"One is that Kanosuke finally accepted our support, supported Niwa Katsuhisa as the head of the family, and began to gather the old members of the Niwa family, preparing to retake the empty San'in next month." Zong Huan smiled slightly with a look of satisfaction, took out a letter of appointment from his sleeve and said: "In addition, the letter of recognition that the lord asked for from the Ashikaga general has also arrived."

"Oh, so timely?" Zong Lin was very happy, and the unhappiness of not mobilizing 1 billion elite soldiers disappeared in an instant. He took the letter of approval for Ouchi Teruhiro to succeed as the head of the Ouchi family, glanced at it quickly, and laughed out loud: "Yoshi, God really helps me!"

After saying this, he started dancing with joy, and this time he danced a traditional Japanese dance.

Why did helping the other two families rebuild make him so happy? Was he also a helpful uncle?

How is that possible?

The reason is very simple. The Niwa and Ouchi families were the two original overlords of western Honshu. Both had a long history and noble bloodlines. The Mori family was once a vassal of the Ouchi family. But the once-in-a-lifetime genius Mori Motonari emerged. He started from a small city and after half a lifetime of hard work, he finally eliminated the two great families and completed the feat of monopolizing the western part of the country.

Of course, even a centipede is still alive even after its death. Both the Amago family and the Ouchi family have been the rulers of the western country for many generations. Even if they were destroyed, there are still old ministers who are determined to revive them.

For example, Yamanaka Kannosuke, a retainer of the Amago clan, vowed to endure seven kinds of suffering and eight kinds of hardships in order to revive the Amago clan.

Moreover, the enemies of the Mori family, such as Oda Nobunaga and Otomo Muneshige, were also happy to support these restoration forces to stir up trouble in the Mori family's territory, making it impossible for Motonari to complete the unification.

Otomo Sorin took in Teruhiro, the heir of the Ouchi family, in order to disrupt the Mori family at the most critical moment.

Now is the most critical moment!

As for why this letter of recognition came so timely, it was because the current Shogun Ashikaga Yoshiaki was just a puppet of Oda Nobunaga.

Although he knew that the big fool from Owari had bad intentions, Sorin could no longer care about that. After a six-month standoff with the Mori family, with 50,000 troops piled up on the front line and not daring to withdraw, the logistics alone would soon drag him down.

Moreover, the opportunity to defeat the enemy of a lifetime is too great. The old retainers of the Ouchi family are all over the defense department. If Teruhiro returns and makes a call, he can gather thousands of people. The same is true for the Amago family. The most important thing is that Mori Motonari will never let these two families revive - that would make his hegemony fall apart in an instant!

Therefore, as long as the news of the two families' uprising in the western country reaches Kyushu Island, the morale of the Mori army will definitely plummet and they will not dare to continue the stalemate!

As long as he thought about it, he could finally give Mori Motonari a defeat and make him shave his head. Sorin didn't even think about it, and immediately rubbed his hands and asked, "Have you said hello to Teruhiro?"

"He has finally gotten some air. He expressed his willingness to return to the Defense Minister and gather his old subordinates to march toward Yamaguchi Castle. He wants to die on the territory of his ancestors." Zong Huan replied in a deep voice, "Ever since his father was killed, Huihong has been waiting for this day for too long."

"Well, let's not delay any longer!" Zong Lin paced back and forth excitedly, and quickly made a decision: "I plan to give him 600 elite soldiers and let the Bungo navy escort him to Akihoura to land! What do you think?"

"My lord, you are wise. Six hundred warriors are enough. If there are more, we will suffer too great a sacrifice." Zong Huan nodded.

The Mori family is now one of the top five feudal lords. They are now powerful in both military and military power and have great prestige. To start an uprising behind enemy lines and tie up the energy of the Mori army at this time is clearly to seek death.

"Then call him here quickly. I want to encourage him personally." Zong Lin couldn't wait any longer.

"My Lord, please don't be in a hurry now." Zong Huan smiled bitterly and said, "There are two more things I need to report to you."

"Tell me, tell me." Zong Lin clasped his hands happily and said, "What's the good news?"

"It's not good news." Zong Huan said in a deep voice: "Recently, the navies of Kyushu Island have been frequently attacked by the Ming Dynasty fleet. The warships of the Iki Navy, Tsushima Navy, Bozu Navy, and Tanegashima Navy were all burned to ashes. The sailors suffered heavy losses and are unwilling to go to sea again."

"Oh, it's endless?" Zonglin was a little surprised, but he was just surprised, without too much emotion. Because although Japan is an island country, it is currently a land power country. Even in a fairly open daimyo like Zonglin who has been in contact with the Portuguese for more than ten years, he still believes that things on land are big things, and things on the sea are small things.

"Did they launch a landing operation?" So Zong Lin did not ask about the damage done to each family first, but was concerned about whether Kyushu Island had been touched.

"No. The Ming Dynasty fleet seemed to only aim to destroy the ships of various families, and then threatened to bombard the city, and was satisfied with extorting a ransom. They never landed, and had no intention of setting up a base." Zong Huan shook his head and paused.

"Oh, by the way, the Matsuura Clan was an exception. Not only was their navy annihilated, the Sun Prison Castle was also burned down, and Matsuura Takanobu was also seriously injured. The Matsuura family had to collect a large ransom to beg for their release. It seemed to be as much as 100,000 taels of gold!"

"It seems to be because of the Matsuura Party incident." Zong Lin took a sip of tea and felt that it was a little bland. He felt a little gloating in his heart. He secretly thought that the Ming Dynasty people should work harder to wipe out the Mori family's navy.

He then added another spoonful of Ming Dynasty-produced Shengxue Wu salt and said, "The Ming people have taken enough revenge now. Is it time to leave?"

"No, they came to our door." But Zong Huan said faintly.

"Puff..." Zong Lin spat out a mouthful of thick green tea. Too much salt was added, it was too salty!

ps. Still two updates, I cover my face in shame...