Chapter 999: The Death of Mizuno Masashige

The Wa army led by Mizuno Masashige had already been routed.

After half a month of fighting, every city in Gyeongsang Province occupied by the Wa army had been taken down one by one by the Nanyang Army.

Today.

Will be the final battle between this Nanyang Army and the Wa army.

In truth, the outcome no longer needs to be spoken of.

The Wa army is too miserable.

The Nanyang Army, almost as if resting while the enemy exhausted themselves, drove this Wa army out of the Li Dynasty with the force of a crumbling mountain.

The Wa nation's army of over three hundred thousand is simply unable to organize any further resistance.

Collapse.

Disintegration.

By this time, this Wa nation's army had only eighty thousand left...

Eighty thousand!

A direct loss of over two hundred thousand!

This left Mizuno Masashige completely broken.

What to do?

He now, for a moment, does not know where he should go or what he should do.

Return to the country?

Impossible!

If he returns, he will have to die!

This time, he used his own strength to make the Wa nation support his conquest of the Li Dynasty. The Wa nation used almost the entire country's material and financial resources, which could be considered a desperate gamble. As a result, he was defeated, defeated so thoroughly... He can imagine that, at this moment, the Wa nation is already in an uproar, with voices everywhere calling for his execution.

If he returns, only death awaits him.

Only ritual disembowelment to apologize for his crimes.

"General! What should we do? Should we still hold?"

"General, they have attacked!"

"General..."

At this moment, this last stronghold in Gyeongsang Province had also ushered in a massive offensive by the Nanyang Army; with all kinds of shelling and all kinds of charges, the camp where Mizuno Masashige was located had already been destroyed.

Mizuno Masashige.

This young and vigorous Wa nation talent who once wanted to build militarism, at this moment, seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant; his hair was disheveled, his eyes sunken, and he had not slept for half a month—he could no longer hold on.

Defeat is like a mountain collapsing.

Hearing the urgent questions from his subordinates, he simply did not know what to say.

Is this defeat?

Is this defeat!

He is not reconciled!

Not reconciled!

But, what can he do if he is not reconciled? The Nanyang Army is too strong... too strong.

"General..."

"General, make a decision quickly!"

"General..."

On the Wa army side, they were being whittled away bit by bit, and these generals were all anxious.

Mizuno Masashige gave a bitter laugh: "A decision?"

His throat was already hoarse.

"How to decide? How to decide? You tell me, how to decide!"

His subordinates were all silent.

Mizuno Masashige suddenly jumped up, and in those decadent eyes, a dazzling light flashed: "Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

"What?"

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Mizuno Masashige roared like a madman: "Do you think you can still live if you go back?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you?"

"Just like me, you will all have to die!"

"We all have to die!"

"Better to die on the battlefield than to die at the hands of our own people!"

"For the Emperor!"

Mizuno Masashige had gone mad.

However, the people of the Wa nation really do buy into this.

Perhaps they truly felt that they would die if they went back, or perhaps they were truly infected by this spirit of Bushido from Mizuno Masashige.

Everyone followed Mizuno Masashige, took out a white cloth strip, and tied it fiercely around their heads; these generals from

the Wa nation also followed, one by one, shouting hoarsely.

"For the Wa nation!"

"For the Emperor!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

It was not just the generals who were like this.

At this moment.

These eighty thousand Wa troops had already been driven by the Nanyang Army to this last port in Gyeongsang Province.

Gyeongju Port!

Eighty thousand soldiers were defending Gyeongju Port to the death!

"What?"

This time.

Xie Chengqian did not lead the expedition himself; the one who led the Nanyang Army to the Li Dynasty was his subordinate general, Li Yun!

When he heard that the Wa nation intended to fight to the death, he was still quite shocked in his heart.

Fight to the death?

This was truly a fight to the death!

One must know that at this time, almost the entire combat strength of the Wa nation was concentrated in these eighty thousand people! Once these eighty thousand people died, the entire Wa nation would find it difficult to form any combat-capable units again!

This Mizuno Masashige...

He is crazy!

Completely crazy!

The great battle began once again.

Under Li Yun's command, the Nanyang Army charged toward Gyeongju Port in wave after wave. What Li Yun did not expect was that a battle he thought would be easily won was so full of twists and turns.

Several charges had failed to take it.

These Wa soldiers were as fierce as if they had eaten gunpowder.

It was truly a fight to the death.

They were really fighting to the death, and that desperate spirit they possessed made the Nanyang Army feel a deep sense of fear.

Are these still humans?

They are completely a group of fighting machines! Fighting beasts!

Li Yun frowned deeply: "The Wa soldiers are truly worthy of respect."

He discovered that this Bushido spirit was indeed brainwashing enough to make people fearless of death. It even made people feel that death could become a glory.

Terrifying.

Truly terrifying.

Only now did he understand why His Majesty insisted on defeating the Wa nation; a country with such spirit, if allowed to develop, would truly be a major headache.

Of course.

Respect is respect.

But the battle must still be fought.

And so.

This final battle in Gyeongsang Province, to everyone's disbelief, lasted for seven days.

Seven days.

Li Yun had originally thought that, given the momentum and strength of the Nanyang Army, it would be taken in three days...

But they held on for seven days.

Until the very last unit was reached.

Until the very last person was reached.

"Fight to the death!"

"For the Wa nation!"

"For the Emperor!"

Until.

In the entire Gyeongju Port, facing the hundreds of thousands of Nanyang troops, only Mizuno Masashige remained.

He held his Bushido sword, covered in blood, standing on high ground.

He tore at his throat, roaring with the very last of his strength.

His eyes were still filled with hot blood.

Hundreds of thousands.

Against one man.

The Nanyang Army side fell silent.

Li Yun also rode his horse and slowly approached.

He watched quietly as Mizuno Masashige, who absolutely would not survive today, stood there.

"The Wa nation will not die!"

"The Wa nation will not be destroyed!"

"I, Mizuno Masashige, am not wrong! History will prove that I am right!"

"I am right!"

Mizuno Masashige continued to roar.

On his body

The wounds were already countless.

The fresh blood on his body had already begun to gush out.

Li Yun took a deep breath.

That was correct.

Objectively speaking, the Wa people were indeed very well-suited for combat; they were a nation naturally gifted at fighting. At the very least, in terms of combat power, it would not be a major problem for the Wa nation to swallow the entire Li Dynasty. And this was also the only way out for the Wa nation in history.

Mizuno Masashige was not wrong.

However.

He had encountered someone he should not have encountered in this era.

Liu Zheng.

Therefore.

He still lost.

He was defeated completely.

His defeat also meant that the Wa nation would, in the time to come, suffer the slaughter and partition of several countries.

"Fight to the death!"

Mizuno Masashige let out one final roar.

The Samurai Sword was thrust fiercely into his own chest.

Even in death.

He did not fall.

Li Yun, leading his subordinate generals, all offered a military salute. Pop-ups have been frequent lately; you may click to download to avoid pop-ups.