In today's battle, Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo were fine, but Yang Buhui and Wei Xiangjun were almost exhausted.

After nearly two hours of fighting, many enemy soldiers died under the swords of the two of them. Until now, they were just holding on in front of Zhang Wuji.

"Brother Wuji, I'm useless and a little tired. I just want to lie down on the bed quickly and have a good sleep."

Zhang Wuji glanced at Wei Xiangjun and said: "At this moment, this little girl who is less than 20 years old is covered in blood, her face is dirty, and her black hair is messy."

Zhang Wuji said with great heartache: "Xiang Jun, you are not hurt, right? Let me take a good look at you."

After being cared for, Wei Xiangjun felt very happy: "Brother Wuji, I'm fine, I'm just too tired. I have been fighting for two hours, and I still don't know how I survived."

Although Yang Buhui was also very tired, she still joked to Wei Xiangjun, "Sister, two hours is not a long time. Think about the time you spent with Brother Wuji. Isn't it also two hours?"

After hearing this, Wei Xiangjun's beautiful cheeks instantly turned red with shame: "Sister Buhui, why have you become like this now? It's only the same two hours, but it's two different things. How can you compare them?"

"You are not allowed to make such jokes."

Zhang Wuji also pretended to be serious and said: "Sister Buhui, your joke is really inappropriate. Why do you have to involve me? Tonight, tonight I will let you know again what two hours means."

After hearing this, Yang Buhui was frightened: "Brother Wuji, no, you should go find Sister Zhou tonight. Among the three of us, I'm afraid that only Sister Zhou can still make trouble. Brother Wuji, if you let my sister Xiangjun and I go tonight, we sisters will accompany you tomorrow."

After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hahaha, you bastard, look how scared you are to my two sisters. I can tell you that you usually do a lot of evil things. Don't be afraid, my two sisters, this bastard is not the kind of person who you must have. If you have any inconveniences or are too tired, you must tell him clearly. Don't let yourself be wronged."

"Did you hear that?"

Yang Buhui and Wei Xiangjun naturally nodded in agreement to the teachings of their senior Zhou Zhiruo, but Zhang Wuji was speechless: "Zhiruo, how come you managed to steer the topic towards me? You, you are really going too far."

"Tonight, I want you to look good."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled contemptuously: "If you want me to look good, I will still look good even if you don't want me."

…

Zhou Zhiruo and the other three had already gone to rest, while Zhang Wuji dealt with some military affairs. He now needed to quickly count the casualties. Without the real casualty figures, he was afraid that even if he lay in Zhou Zhiruo's arms, he would not be able to sleep peacefully.

About half an hour later, a young general reported to him: "Your Majesty, in this battle, we beheaded or captured about 15,000 enemy soldiers, and our own casualties were around 6,500."

Zhang Wuji frowned. Six thousand five hundred casualties was a bit too high a number.

He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I understand. Let the soldiers have a good rest."

After getting the exact number of casualties, Zhang Wuji finally felt relieved.

Afterwards, he found some ready-made cakes in the army. He knew that Zhou Zhiruo and the others should have been hungry for a long time, but they were too tired to eat. He first opened the room where Yang Buhui and Wei Xiangjun lived. Seeing that they had taken off their clothes and were sleeping soundly on the bed, he took out two cakes and placed them on their bedside.

Afterwards, he returned to Zhou Zhiruo's room. However, Zhou Zhiruo was the same at this moment. Although her cultivation was relatively better, she had already taken off her clothes and lay on the bed. The only difference was that Zhou Zhiruo had not fallen asleep yet.

"My dear, I thought you wouldn't let those two little girls go tonight."

In response to Zhou Zhiruo's teasing, Zhang Wuji just smiled slightly: "Zhiruo, am I as inconsiderate as you say?"

Zhou Zhiruo smiled slightly: "Hmph, you still have some conscience."

"Throw your pancake aside. I'm a little tired and really don't want to eat. Come lie down next to me and hug me, so I can sleep more soundly."

…

Early the next morning, when Zhang Wuji was still sleeping with Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, Zhao Min had already assembled a team to march south. The three Doyan guards under her command, totaling 60,000 people, were all willing to follow her on the expedition. This was something Zhao Min had never expected.

The team has assembled, and Wang Baobao said to Zhao Min: "Your Majesty, go and say a few words to boost morale."

Zhao Min smiled bitterly and said, "General, this time we are not fighting for the Yuan Dynasty. What can I, the former empress of the Yuan Dynasty, say to the soldiers?"

"You said that I have given birth to a child for Zhang Wuji? Forget it. Let's save those words to boost morale until we get to the battlefield."

Wang Baobao was also speechless. He knew that Zhao Min was right. This was a confusing expedition. Some things really could not be explained clearly, and besides, it was impossible to explain them clearly.

…

Zhao Min once again led tens of thousands of troops to war.

When she surrendered, she never imagined that she would one day fight for Zhang Wuji.

If she had known it would be so embarrassing, she would rather not have the so-called Three Guards of Doyan in the first place.

If he had followed Zhang Wuji to fight on the battlefield now, he would have had fewer worries and would not be so embarrassed now that he didn't even have the courage to lecture his own soldiers.