Japan is not easy to fight, and I don't know how to fight appropriately. Zhu Houzhao has always had a headache about this matter.

The small island is full of variables, and if the sins of the future generations are avenged on their ancestors for eighteen generations, Zhu Houzhao always feels that it is not appropriate.

The matter of the father's debt repayment is barely said to be in the past, but it is a bit too much to dig up the eighteenth generation ancestral grave of his family because of one person's mistake.

What Zhu Houzhao is doing now is quite excessive, but he doesn't regret it at all. If he doesn't do it in advance now, then the tens of millions of ronins created by the dispute between the village chief and the township head of Japan's broken island will become hemorrhoids that the Ming Dynasty can't get rid of for decades.

The battlefield in front of him has been bloody, and the Liaodong Iron Cavalry has still joined the battlefield. A thousand cavalry unleashed stacks of area damage on a battlefield of nearly 10,000 people. Whether it is Panasonic's samurai or the Nuzhou army, they have become the target of their hunting.

An army that is several times larger than the enemy and will be defeated and retreated again and again does not deserve sympathy. ~None~False~

Miyamoto Musashi was a fool, and the assassination team of 500 people was so scattered by him that after being discovered, all of them were besieged and killed by the retainers of the Matsushita family, who had the advantage of numbers, and the rest were also struggling for their lives.

And Miyamoto Musashi himself is in an even greater predicament. Not to mention that this kid had no chance to find the little queen mother who was captured by the Panasonic family, even he himself was surrounded by a group of people.

It's funny to say, Miyamoto Musashi wanted to have a one-on-one heads-up with Matsushita Ask Boy, but he didn't give him a chance. As soon as he jumped in front of people, he was cut out by three or four sword-wielding samurai.

So when the five hundred people were almost slaughtered, and even Miyamoto Musashi himself was tied up by others and thrown in front of the two armies, Miyamoto Musashi's face was almost buried in the soil.

Matsushita asked the boy to look at the battlefield full of corpses, and surprisingly did not show a look of surprise, as if he had already estimated that his own reinforcements would inevitably end up like this.

After Zhu Houzhao learned that all the elites of the Panasonic family appeared, he also came to the front of the two armies.

The army under his command now looks a little miserable, and the Nuzhou army, which originally had nearly 10,000 people, is now just over half of them left, all of them are wailing, and there are only the 1,000 warriors covered in blood of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry.

Matsushita asked the boy to be covered in armor, and the gold seemed to be made of gold, and no matter how bad it was, it was a good thing to gild. On the chest is a large scarlet chest guard that reaches between the legs. And on the head, there are two long horns, like big birds that want to be sun.

Panasonic, whose face was deeply hidden in the helmet, asked the boy when he saw a general appearing in the military formation opposite, and immediately spoke: "You are the general from the Ming Dynasty?" Why are you attacking my men like this? ”

Zhu Hou didn t even look at Miyamoto Musashi, who was lying on the ground or pouting his head to say that I have something to say, he looked at the ghost-like Panasonic who was dressed with interest and asked the boy, disdainful of his words.

Panasonic asked the boy to see that Zhu Houzhao ignored him, but looked at him with an attitude of playing in a zoo, and his heart was suddenly very useless.

"Your queen mother has been rescued, why do you want to bully us?"

Zhu Houzhao smiled, and finally spoke: "Is it useful to slap you and say sorry?" ”

Matsushita asked the boy if he didn't speak, with his current status in Japan, let alone slapping him for no reason, even if he looked at him for no reason, he might be immediately cut in two by the accompanying samurai, not to mention that he had the opportunity to say sorry.

"I would like to express my sincerest apologies for that incident, Matsushita asked the boy, Miyamoto Musashi who was captured by my samurai to return it to you, and a silver mining property under our Matsushita family also gave you an apology."

Matsushita, who led a huge army, asked the boy to immediately admit that he was soft, which surprised Zhu Houzhao.

However, Zhu Houzhao did not agree to such a shameless condition, what is Miyamoto Musashi, Zhu Houzhao, the person who is in a hurry to hug his thighs, he still can't look down on it, if he dies this time, he will die, and if he doesn't die, he will be lucky.

And that silver mine is even more than Zhu Houzhao, Daming is short of silver, the development of commerce makes Daming always short of silver, the circulation of copper coins is no longer enough to meet the needs of commerce, a silver mine has a bird's egg.

"Don't talk nonsense, General Ben came to punish you on behalf of the Ming Dynasty, and what he wants is not just a broken silver mine under you." Zhu Houzhao said with a smile.

Panasonic asked the boy with a trembling body: "Then what do you want?" ”

To be honest, he still didn't want to fight against this fierce army from that vast land, even if his current strength seemed to be greater than that of the other side, that didn't be a reason for him to dare to stumble.

Zhu Houzhao said lightly: "The land, the woman, all the mineral deposits, and your head." ”

At this point, Matsushita asked the boy that he had understood that the battle was inevitable. The Ming army, which was strong on the opposite side, did not come to collect debts, but to ask for their lives.

At this point, Matsushita asked the boy to let out an extremely terrible cry, and from his strange-shaped armor came out like a fierce demon.

As Matsushita asked the boy to roar, the samurai all over the mountains under his command drew their swords from their scabbards and rushed towards Zhu Houzhao with a wolf-like howl.

The son of a daughter can't sit down, so Zhu Houzhao naturally has no need to do it himself. With his back to the Japanese slaves who rushed madly, he really entered the main formation and sat in the Chinese army.

Zhao Dezhu had already made a plan, and when he saw the stupid bi on the opposite side swarming, he also raised his big sword and shouted loudly: "Nuzhou Army, face the battle!" ”

As the demon god in the minds of the current Nuzhou army soldiers, Zhao Dezhu's shout has an obvious deterrent. After a day's rest, the Nuzhou Army once again picked up its weapons like dogs and rammed into the Matsushita Army, which was about the same number.

This time the contact battle was between positive and negative ions, and there was only silent annihilation in the fierce shouts. Words and phrases like "come on, hurt each other" are vividly interpreted at such a time.

Zhu Houzhao watched coldly and stopped Zhao Dezhu's request for help. He already has enough understanding of the garbage level of the Nuzhou army, the murderous Kyushu people are just a group of dogs fighting people, so in the face of the battle without reinforcements as a backing, they will definitely not be the opponent of the Panasonic family.

But this is exactly what Zhu Houzhao wants, such a useless army is afraid of dirty hands by cleaning up by itself, and it is better to clean up with other people's hands.

Sure enough, in the midst of the fearless and flexible battle formation of the Panasonic army, the slaves of the Nuzhou army were killed one after another, and the team of thousands of people began to retreat.

Zhao Dezhu held a big knife in his hand to supervise the battle behind the battlefield, and the bright knives in the hands of a thousand predators were enough to make the slaves of the Nuzhou army sound the pain and fear of the day before.

"General, don't we really need to meddle? If this continues, the Nuzhou army will inevitably be defeated, and at that time, our thousand cavalry may not be able to win this battle in the chaos of the army! ”

Zhao Dezhu's words made the sleepy Zhu Houzhao raise his head, and after looking at the battlefield, he left a faint sentence: It will take two or three hours for them to kill five thousand pigs.

Then he continued to close his eyes and recuperate, drowsy. (To be continued.) )

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