A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Hojo Ogi's eyes, and he slapped the table.
"Good! Mr. Takeda, you truly live up to your origins in the Takeda Lineage, possessing both courage and strategy. We'll do as you say."
"The final victory will surely belong to our Takeda Lineage and Hojo Lineage, and to our Great Fusang Kingdom."
"Mr. Kuroda, pass down the order. Let the soldiers eat their fill and assemble all the troops. Tomorrow morning, the entire army will march out to attack Kuaiji Commandery. Tell the soldiers that as long as they win this battle, all the wealth, grain, and women in Kuaiji Commandery will be divided among them."
"When the time comes, they can have whatever they want."
"The cherry blossoms beneath Rich World Mountain will surely bless us."
Kuroda Ikenari covered the injured half of his face, looking as though he wanted to speak but hesitated.
But when he saw the resolute gazes of Hojo Ogi and Takeda Nobuo, he ultimately swallowed his words.
He wanted to urge the two of them to be more cautious.
But he knew that the hierarchy in the Fusang Kingdom was strict. Before these two members of high-ranking daimyo lineages,
he, a member of a middle-ranking daimyo lineage, had no real say at all.
His opinion carried no weight.
"Yes, I'll pass down the order at once."
The commotion outside the hall gradually subsided, replaced by barrel after barrel of food and sake appearing before the Japanese pirate soldiers.
There was also the quartermaster's order allowing them to eat and drink as much as they liked.
And there was also the order that they could receive a share of the loot by attacking Kuaiji Commandery.
Smelling the fragrance of the food and the aroma of the sake before them,
the