The Ming army was in high spirits, but looking at the scene on the battlefield on the river bank, Altai's mood became a little bad again.

"What's going on? Haven't the six elders already set out with their Holy Fire Orders? Logically, killing one or two Ming army generals should be no problem, but why is the morale of the Ming army getting stronger and stronger?"

Altai was a little confused, but at this moment, four things, covered in dust and burnt to pieces, and whose appearance could not be identified, came in front of him.

"His Majesty".

"Who are you?"

One of the four said: "Your Majesty, we are your right-hand men and we are your elders."

"Ah!" Altai was a little confused: "What did you do? How did you get yourself into this state?"

The four elders looked at each other, obviously finding it difficult to explain this matter.

Altai continued to ask, "Aren't there six of you when you set out?"

"Why are there only four back now? Where are the other two? Where have they been?"

Faced with Altai's questioning, one of the elders had no choice but to tell the truth: "Your Majesty, the remaining two elders have sacrificed their lives for you and for our great Persian Empire."

"Sacrifice their lives?" Altai was a little surprised: "You mean they are dead?"

There was also some sadness on the faces of the four elders. When Altai saw their expressions, there was everything he didn't understand.

"They're dead, the two of them are dead, why are you four coming back?"

"When you abducted the saint girl back then, you boasted to me all the time, saying that Zhang Wuji was an emperor and had all kinds of women around him, so he wouldn't care about a mere saint girl. You told me to enjoy the saint girl without worry. Then, when Zhang Wuji led the army to fight, you said that the Ming army was vulnerable. When the war started, you would be able to kill the generals on the battlefield, and you would also take those beauties who followed Zhang Wuji here for me."

"But now, I haven't seen any beauty, and you have lost the saint."

"These incompetent performances are fine, but how come two of your six elders died so quickly?"

"Those two died for their country. They all died for their country. Why do you still have the nerve to come back alive?"

"A bunch of useless and incompetent people who only know how to abuse the female believers in your church."

"You, you fight back immediately."

Altai was obviously furious. He cursed a lot of ugly words in one breath. If these words were said under normal circumstances and when there was no war, these elders of the Persian Mingjiao would never tolerate them. But at this moment, under the general trend and in the midst of a national war, how dare they talk back?

An elder said, "Your Majesty, you have wronged us. We are the elders of the Persian Ming Cult and the face of our Persian Empire. We were accidentally burned by fire on the battlefield just now. We just wanted to come back to change clothes and then go out to fight. In this way, we can save the face of our Persian Empire."

After hearing this, Altai felt speechless: "You, you..."

Altai really wanted to say, you bastards are just cowards, but in the end he didn't say it out loud. He knew that these elders in front of him were the hearts of the people of the Persian Ming Cult. In today's battle, no matter whether they are the surviving elders or other disciples in the sect, they all have to contribute, so it is definitely not a good thing to tear each other apart now.

In desperation, Altai could only say to the few guards around him: "You guys, go and find some decent clothes for the four elders, and then invite them back to the battlefield for me."

"Now it is a national war. We all prosper together and suffer together. Anyone who is afraid of fighting will be skinned alive by me."

…

Looking at the battlefield on the river bank, I have to say that the situation has been getting better and better since Chiba, Ryuze, and Aoi came to this battlefield.

After they rested for a while, they launched several fire and wind escape techniques in succession. Under the attack of strong wind and fire, a large number of Persian soldiers were burned into firemen. At the same time, countless Persian soldiers strode backwards, not wanting to be burned to death alive.

At the same time, Yin Yewang, Wei Yixiao, and Yang Xiao also arranged the Ming army soldiers into several offensive formations. Under this kind of formation and organized attack, those who were still resisting the Persian soldiers seemed to be very disorganized.

…

On the other side of the river, Zhao Min on the high platform smiled and said, "Things have come to this point, it can be considered going smoothly."

"If things continue to go smoothly like this, our army of more than 100,000 will be able to cross the river in less than two hours."

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "This is all thanks to Min'er's good command."

Zhao Min glared at Zhang Wuji and said, "Hmph, you've been married for so many years, and you're still flattering me. Don't you feel bored?"

"Snap."

As soon as Zhao Min finished saying this, she felt a pain in her buttocks.

"Ouch, why did you hit me?"

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "You don't allow me to flatter you, do you want to take care of this too?"

Zhao Min was also speechless: "You enemy, when can you be serious? This is a national war, you better be serious."

While Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min were flirting, neither of them noticed that Xiao Zhao was standing behind them with two cups of tea. Obviously, she must have seen the slap Zhang Wuji gave Zhao Min on the butt.

Xiao Zhao stood there in a daze, obviously not sure whether she should pass the two cups of tea over.

However, at this moment, Zhao Min accidentally saw her when she turned her head: "Hey, isn't this the saint?"

"What? Did you see everything just now?"

Xiao Zhao felt helpless and could only smile awkwardly: "I saw it, but Sister Min'er, we often play around without clothes, so it's not a big deal even if my younger sister saw it just now, right?"

"The young master just patted your butt. It's such an intimate gesture. Even if your sisters want it, His Majesty may not give it to them."

Zhao Min laughed and said, "Saint, I don't know whether you are praising me or scolding me."

"But I suddenly remembered something."

"What exactly do you, a saint, stand for in the Persian Ming Cult?"

"Is she the kind of woman who serves as a plaything for the elders or others?"