Afterwards, Zhao Min stood on the high platform and shouted loudly to the people below: "Yang Buhui, Wei Xiangjun, Gong Yu, the three of you cross the river now, but don't let the man surnamed Zhou and the man surnamed Yu die, otherwise, a lustful man will be sad for the rest of his life."
After hearing this, Yang Buhui and the other three hurriedly picked up their swords and left. Before leaving, Gong Yu did not forget to pick up an iron bow and a basket of arrows.
Zhao Linger shouted from the bottom of the platform: "Sister, can the three of them do it? Can I go too?"
Zhao Min shook her head; "Sister, you'd better stay here for now. The battle has just started for more than half an hour, and we will need you in the future."
After hearing this, Zhao Linger felt a little helpless, but she couldn't deny Zhao Min's decision. In the end, she just reminded Yang Buhui and the other two to be more careful.
The shouts of killing were still loud, and the rumbling of cannons continued to bombard the other side of the river, where the Persians gathered.
Zhou Zhiruo and Yu Fei were finding it increasingly difficult, especially Zhou Zhiruo. She was even feeling a little pessimistic. Logically, she was using the Sword of the Heavenly Sword, which was a top-notch weapon in the world. However, when faced with the weapons in the hands of the six so-called elders, she was unable to cut them off.
Zhou Zhiruo had to admit that the weapons in the hands of these six lecherous old men were very powerful, and their cultivation was also excellent. Even if Yang Xiao was restraining one or two of them at the moment, if the remaining few continued to fight like this, she and Yu Fei would definitely have a high probability of dying here.
"Sister, what should I do now? I, I feel like I'm going to die."
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