Chapter 150: The troops are withdrawn from the 9 states island, and it’s time for me to go back!
Chapter 150: The troops are withdrawn from the 9 states island, and it’s time for me to go back!
Nanling City, inside the City Lord’s Mansion.
"This plague really came out of nowhere. I wonder how His Highness is doing?"
Yang Yuhuan gently stroked the round fan in her hand, her brows full of worry.
"Don't worry, Yuhuan. Your Highness is blessed by heaven and nothing will happen to him."
Shangguan Wan'er whispered to comfort him, but her clenched hands betrayed her inner uneasiness.
"But this plague is so dangerous. I heard that even the doctors in Japan are helpless..."
Yang Yuhuan's voice was trembling, "Your Highness is alone in Japan, without anyone to take care of him."
Shangguan Wan'er lowered her eyes slightly, hiding the complex emotions in her eyes.
Chu Yang's trip to Japan is extremely dangerous, and no one can guarantee whether he will be infected with the plague.
She took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "Yuhuan, don't worry too much. Your Highness has experts around to help him. He will surely be able to turn danger into safety."
"What's more, Mount Fuji is located at the highest point in Japan, so the plague may not spread there."
Yang Yuhuan felt relieved upon hearing this, but the worry on her face had not completely disappeared.
She looked up out the window and murmured to herself, "I hope so..."
at the same time.
On the turbulent South China Sea, a fleet is sailing through the waves.
On the deck of the warship, Chu Qi was dressed in military uniform, looking into the distance with a serious expression.
"Report - Your Highness, General Xing and General Pan are back!"
A scout stepped forward quickly, knelt on one knee and reported.
"Please come in!" Chu Qi was cheered up and said quickly.
A moment later, two figures walked onto the deck, exhausted. They were Xing Daorong and Pan Feng.
However, unlike when they set out, both of them now had a look of fatigue and frustration on their faces.
"Your humble servant greets His Majesty the Third Prince!" The two men knelt on one knee with heavy tones.
"Generals, please stand up quickly!"
Chu Qi hurried forward to help the two of them up, and asked anxiously, "How was the battle? Why are only the two of you back?"
Xing Daorong and Pan Feng looked at each other and saw bitterness in each other's eyes.
After a moment of silence, Xing Daorong still said with a stiff face: "Your Highness, I am incompetent. During the decisive battle with Toyotomi Hideyoshi on Kyushu Island, the army... the army was almost wiped out..."
"what?!"
Chu Qi's face changed drastically, "How is this possible?! You brought 70,000 elite soldiers with you!"
At this time.
Sima Yi and Wang Meng, who had been standing behind Xing Daorong, looked at each other, stepped forward and said.
"Your Highness, the only plan now is to retreat to Qiongzhou first, and then get ready to meet the Seventh Prince."
Upon hearing this, Chu Qi frowned, and a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
"Is there really no other way?"
"Your Highness,"
Sima Yi stepped forward and said, "The plague is raging in Japan now. Our soldiers are already not used to the local climate and now their morale is low. If we continue to stay here, it will only increase casualties!"
"The most urgent thing is to return to Qiongzhou to rest for a few days and replenish our troops. If we have time, we can lead 80,000 troops to support His Highness the Seventh Prince on the 15th."
"If we go there now, we might end up in great defeat!"
At this time, Wang Meng also echoed: "Yes, Your Highness, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood! This is also the best way."
Chu Qi was silent for a moment. He knew that Sima Yi and Wang Meng were right.
The current situation in Japan is no longer under his control.
"What you said is absolutely true."
Chu Qi took a deep breath, suppressed the grief in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Pass the order down, all troops... withdraw from Japan!"
"As ordered!"
Sima Yi and Wang Meng looked at each other and saw a hint of relief in each other's eyes.
They knew that Chu Qi had finally made the wisest choice.
that's it.
The mighty Pan-Feng coalition fleet turned around and headed for Qiongzhou.
Only Chu Yang's lone army was left in Japan.
Mount Fuji.
The battle continues and the blood flows like a river!
At this time, Chu Yang was standing on the commanding heights, looking at the battle below the mountain. He then looked at the Japanese Islands and the vast ocean, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
He didn't know whether this plague could destroy Japan, but he knew that this battle was already a great victory.
Not only did it destroy Japan's manpower, but it also caused the plague to spread everywhere.
It may take Japan fifty years to recover from this battle.
Or maybe, only a few people are left, and the Japanese are completely wiped out!
"Your Highness, we just received news from Kyushu Island that General Xing and his men have already withdrawn from Japan, and they said that if you don't return on the 15th, they will lead 80,000 troops to pick you up."
Zhou Yu came behind Chu Yang and spoke softly.
"They, are all gone?"
Chu Yang didn't look back, his voice was low.
"Yes, Your Highness, General Xing and General Pan have already evacuated with their remaining troops."
Zhou Yu spoke calmly, then looked in the direction Chu Yang was looking at and continued, "Now that the plague is spreading across Japan, it's time for us to leave."
“Wait a little longer!” Chu Yang looked at the raging flames of war below the mountain, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, “I want to see if this plague can kill these beasts!”
Zhou Yu was slightly stunned, then he understood.
Chu Yang was really angry and wanted to make the Japanese pay with blood!
But now that things have come to this, there is no need to stay.
"Your Highness, the spies reported that the plague has spread to all the islands in Japan, and even the people hiding in the mountains and forests have not been spared."
Zhou Yu's tone was calm, but it was hard to hide the grimness in his words. "Our army only needs to wait and see. In a year, we will be able to easily crush Japan!"
Chu Yang remained silent, but he knew that this was the only way out in the current situation.
"One year..."
Chu Yang muttered to himself, his eyes filled with murderous intent, "Okay, then let them live for another year! Pass the order down, the entire army will break camp and return to Qiongzhou!"
"As ordered!"
Zhou Yu clasped his fists and accepted the order, then turned around to convey the command.
On Mount Fuji, the raging flames of war gradually died down, leaving behind only devastated ground and a sickening burnt smell.
Chu Yang stood on the commanding heights, looking at the soldiers at the foot of the mountain, who were pushing small boats into the sea like ants.
These small boats were prepared in advance to leave Mount Fushi and head directly to the sea, and the Hailong was parked there.
"Your Highness, let's go too."
Zhou Yu walked up to Chu Yang and spoke softly.
Chu Yang nodded without saying anything, and took the lead to walk down the mountain along the narrow path.
Soon, they arrived at the seaside.
Looking around, the sea was filled with small boats, like a black cloud, sailing towards the distance.
At the front of these small boats is a huge ship, which is Chu Yang’s flagship - the Sea Dragon!
"Your Highness, please!"
Zhou Yu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of inducing.
Chu Yang didn't say anything and boarded the boat directly.
The boat swayed and headed towards the Hailong.
Standing at the bow, Chu Yang looked back at Mount Fuji, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.
After this departure, I don’t know when I will be able to set foot on this land again.
However, he knew that in the future, when the plague breaks out in Japan and the people are suffering, they will be like dirtbags and unable to withstand a single blow!
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