"Concentrate all the Samurai militias and conquer the Yomei Great Tribe of over ten thousand people in one fell swoop?"
The chieftain's longhouse was adorned with wooden bells and decorated with antlers. Beneath the high-hanging wooden bell and deer head, five armor-clad leaders sat cross-legged. When Zuwalu Priest asked the question, everyone's eyes twinkled, and their expressions changed.
Samurai Leader Chakapu Stonefirm showed a warlike expression. He patted the bronze axe at his waist and was the first to speak.
"At this moment, the fleet has four hundred of the Kingdom's Warriors, eight hundred spear-wielding militias, a full two hundred sets of cloth-covered copper armor, two hundred greatbows, and twelve Tiger Squat Cannons! With such strength, attacking the Yomei Great Tribe, which only has wooden fences, is a piece of cake!"
"Just one! One large-scale decisive battle! We can completely crush all the Yaji tribes and seize the entire open-pit coal mining area!"
