"What are we waiting here for, then?"
"For their fighting spirit to ebb, for them to come forward and propose peace talks." Li Song glanced at Pan Yu and said, "Do you still want to use the lives of Ming Dynasty soldiers to fill the hole? If Yi Song wants to fight, I won't stop him. Let him send Korean troops. But if he wants me to use Liaodong troops as cannon fodder, no."
Pan Yu fell into thought.
Li Song said, "Our goal is to drive out the Japanese invaders and restore Korean territory, not to trade lives for lives."
Pan Yu understood. He could only suppress his urgent longing to return home and join Li Song in besieging them.
To surround without attacking was to force them into the sea and off the shore.
"After paying such a tremendous price, are we supposed to return empty-handed just like this?" Hosokawa Mochiyuki slammed his palm down in fury, smashing the table before him to pieces. He was unwilling to return home like this.
Tayama Genichi hesitated. Under the gazes of his subordinates behind him, he gathered his courage and stepped forward, saying softly, "General, there is still no news of General Ouchi. I fear the worst. The soldiers' morale is low, and Korea has the Ming Dynasty's support. If we keep fighting, I'm afraid..."
Hosokawa Mochiyuki clenched his fists. "Gather all the cannons together."
His gaze flickered slightly, as though he had made up his mind. "The Ming Dynasty certainly cannot bear to commit too many troops here. As long as we deal them one crushing defeat, they will be discouraged and withdraw. Korea is nothing to fear. So long as the Ming Dynasty does not intervene, this land will be ours!"
"To offend the Ming Dynasty so thoroughly—what