Imagawa army, camp.
Toya Hongtong, Asahina Taisuke, and Yakai Chiyomoto sat together in silence.
They had just finished interrogating a captured Wanjin support soldier—it was the first time since the war began that they'd caught a man from the Wanjin army, but the interrogation had gone very badly. The enemy had actually cut off their own retreat, determined to destroy the bridges behind them, ready for a bloody last stand on this godforsaken patch of wasteland where not even chickens fly, dogs leap, or rabbits shit, showing not a trace of concern for the Nozawa family's survival.
This was definitely not something any ordinary powerful clan would do.
Even more outrageous, the enemy had prepared in advance for massive losses at the front, building a second array of defensive structures at the rear. If they went on trying to pry through this line after line of defenses, nail by nail…
