After receiving Zhang Wuji's order, the Ming soldiers present had almost no hesitation. In their eyes, none of these Persians deserved to die. It would be really strange if their emperor really let them go.
With each swing of the butcher knife, Altai's heart sank to the bottom.
He wanted to beg for mercy from Zhang Wuji, but in his horror, he forgot how to speak, and even forgot his idea of giving his concubines to Zhang Wuji.
"Haha, young master, Altai has been captured, and the Persian issue is a foregone conclusion. What should we do next?"
Zhang Wuji said: "Our soldiers have just experienced a great battle and now they need a place to rest. Let's go to the Persian imperial city first."
"Go to the imperial city?" Zhao Linger was a little surprised: "Young Master, don't you want to meet up with Min'er and the others first, and then go to the imperial city of Persia together?"
Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "There's no need. Just like my sister said, Min'er has been very arrogant recently. It's better for the two of us to take over the enemy's imperial city."
After hearing this, Zhao Linger nodded quickly and said, "That's right. Then we won't wait for Sister Min'er."
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It was already late at this time. When Altai was captured, the last ray of sunset had already set in the sky.
Zhang Wuji didn't know the situation on Zhao Min's side yet, but he was not worried. He believed that with Zhao Min's ability, she would be able to do a good job of cleaning up the mess. As for how many people she wanted to kill, it was up to her.
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That day, when Zhang Wuji's several thousand cavalrymen arrived at the Persian imperial capital, it was almost midnight.
No matter what, they had been fighting for a whole day. No matter whether it was Zhang Wuji, Zhao Linger, or ordinary soldiers, they were all very tired. Looking at the imperial city in front of them, Zhang Wuji smiled at Altai who was tied to the horse and said, "How many troops do you have left in this imperial city?"
Altai said: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, let's talk. There are still..." in my imperial city.
Before Altai could finish what he was saying, Zhang Wuji slapped him hard in the face: "Who told you to talk nonsense? I just want to know how many troops you have left in the imperial city."
Altai's mouth was bleeding from the slap. He wanted to tell Zhang Wuji that there were hundreds of beautiful concubines in his imperial city, and he wanted to give these concubines to Zhang Wuji in exchange for his life, but it was obvious that Zhang Wuji didn't want to listen to his nonsense at the moment. In desperation, Altai could only say: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, there are still about 10,000 soldiers in my imperial palace."
"Ten thousand people?" Zhang Wuji turned around and looked at his soldiers again: "Well, ten thousand is ten thousand. With you as the emperor in my hand, I am not afraid that those trash under your command can cause any waves."
"Go, tell those useless people under your command to open the city gates."
Altai opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, Zhao Linger's scimitar was already on his neck: "You bastard, stop bargaining, you don't have the capital now."
Altai's neck had been cut by Zhao Linger's scimitar: "Blood was already flowing down, and when he felt the hot blood on his neck, he lost his courage again."
"Okay, I'll ask the soldiers to open the door."
The tied-up Altai slowly walked to the foot of the city. Behind him were several Ming army soldiers with bows and arrows drawn. Altai knew that if he said anything wrong at this moment, he would be shot like a hedgehog.
At this moment, on the top of the Persian imperial city, many Persian soldiers were looking at the people coming from the city as if they were facing a great enemy. Although it was late at night, they could already tell from the armor that the large group of people under the city were not their own soldiers. The Persian defenders in the city had guessed something. At the beginning, there were also a few defeated soldiers who escaped from the front battlefield. At that time, they did not believe that their 200,000-strong army had been defeated.
But at this moment, the Ming army was already at the gates of the city, so they had no choice but to believe it.
"Soldiers, I am your emperor, open the city gates quickly?"
Just when the Persian troops in the imperial city still held on to the last glimmer of hope, Altai's words completely broke their defense: "Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor is back, but what about those Ming soldiers behind him?"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, did you win?"
"What's going on with those Ming troops behind you?"
Altai had never felt such humiliation in his life. As an emperor, he was tied up by the soldiers of the enemy country and brought in front of his own soldiers. This was a great shame and humiliation. Logically, he should have committed suicide, but there was no way, he still wanted to live.
Altai said with tears in his eyes: "I'm sorry to you and to the country. The battle on the front line has been defeated, and our 200,000-strong army has almost been wiped out."
"We have already lost this battle and cannot win. Open the city gate quickly, otherwise, when the subsequent Ming army gathers at the foot of the city, they will also attack the city."
At this moment, the Persian army in the city was in complete uproar.
Should we open the city gates or not? If we open the city gates, will the Ming army massacre us? If we don't open the city gates, will Zhang Wuji attack the city?
After an unknown amount of time, a Persian general in the city seemed to accept the reality after discussion. There are only two possibilities in marching and fighting: either win or lose. Both possibilities are half and half. Since you lose, you have to bear the consequences.
After the Persian general came to the top of the city wall, he shouted to Altai below: "Your Majesty, since we have been defeated, there is nothing much to say, but now that you have lost the war, can you still guarantee the safety of the people and soldiers in the city?"
"Since the situation is hopeless, surrender is not an option. But if the city will be massacred if we surrender, and it will be massacred if we don't surrender, then why not resist? But Your Majesty, if you can get the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty to guarantee that after we open the city and surrender, the Ming army will not harass the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the city, then we will surrender."
After hearing this, Altai felt a chill in his heart. Zhang Wuji was right behind him, and he was really afraid that Zhang Wuji would vent his anger on him because of the Persian general's words.
In desperation, Altai had to return to Zhang Wuji again: "Your Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, you have already won. After the city is opened, can you guarantee the safety of our soldiers and civilians?"
Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment and said: "I don't want to tell lies, so I can't promise you anything now."
"But you also have to think clearly. There must be a difference between this city surrendering voluntarily and being conquered by me."
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