"Today's battle?" Zhang Wuji also had a headache. Yes, in today's battle, more than 100,000 people were killed or wounded in both armies. How to explain this?
In desperation, Zhang Wuji racked his brains and said, "Miss Zhao, today's battle was a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Hahahaha... Zhao Min laughed wildly again.
Zhao Min's sweet laughter could be heard from far away. Even Wang Baobao, who was lying in ambush not far away, was wondering, "What's wrong with the Queen Mother? She was fighting Zhang Wuji to the death not long ago, so why is she so happy now?"
…
Zhang Wuji's stupid explanation was a joke in Zhao Min's eyes.
The beautiful Empress Dowager of the Yuan Dynasty was almost laughing to the point of tears.
However, Zhao Min's endless laughter irritated Zhou Zhiruo a little.
At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo was sitting not far from Zhao Min, only a sword away. She didn't need to stand up, but only need to wave the sword in her hand to take Zhao Min's life.
In Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly became impulsive and one of her delicate hands gently pressed on the hilt of the sword.
But at this critical moment, Zhao Min raised her head and glared at Zhou Zhiruo.
"Ms. Zhou, you are going a bit too far. By doing this, you are embarrassing Zhang Wuji. At this moment, Zhang Wuji has no intention of killing me, but you do."
"Your mind is really not worthy of your appearance. Don't you think that even if you can kill me, can you and Master Zhang get away?"
"There are five hundred archers around ready to attack. Do you want to kill all three of us?"
After hearing what Zhao Min said, Zhou Zhiruo calmed down instantly.
She cursed herself in her heart, "Damn it, I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have wanted to kill her just now."
But Zhou Zhiruo was not someone to be trifled with. Today alone, Zhao Min had spoken harsh words to her twice.
No matter what, Zhou Zhiruo is still the wife of the leader of the Ming Cult. Although her cultivation is not as good as Zhao Min's, she is still a leader among people.
After being humiliated twice, she couldn't bear it anymore.
Zhou Zhiruo said to Zhao Min, "You are a widow whose husband has died. What do you have to be so proud of? What right do you have to say that to me? Today alone, you have humiliated me twice. Sooner or later, I will settle this account with you."
Zhang Wuji, who was standing by, quickly grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's hand.
Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "Aunt, we are here to negotiate, please don't talk about collapse."
Zhang Wuji said to Zhao Min, "Miss Zhao, my Zhiruo just wanted to kill you. She was wrong. Don't bother with her. Let's continue with the topic we were just talking about."
Zhao Min would never really bother with Zhou Zhiruo. She was the Empress Dowager of the Yuan Dynasty who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops.
Even if she wanted to argue about something, she would argue with Zhang Wuji. As for Zhou Zhiruo, she was still completely insignificant in Zhao Min's eyes.
Zhao Min first calmed herself down, and then she said to Zhou Zhiruo: "Miss Zhou, no, I should have called you Madam Zhou a long time ago."
"Mrs. Zhou, although I have scolded you twice today, it was you who wanted to kill me first. You are about to kill me, can't I just say a few words to you?"
Zhou Zhiruo remained silent, because Zhao Min's words just now were still lingering in her ears, "You are embarrassing Zhang Wuji by doing this."
I don’t know why, but Zhou Zhiruo, who realized it later, actually felt that she had embarrassed Zhang Wuji.
"My man came here today to discuss something. It was a big thing, but it was almost ruined in my hands."
Zhang Wuji said to Zhao Min, "Miss Zhao, let's continue with the topic we were just discussing. We can resolve the issues between you girls when we have the chance."
"I came to you today because I want to give up Longcheng. I will give Longcheng to you, and you will let the soldiers in the city go and let them go with me. How about it?"
Zhao Min shook her head slightly: "No, I can definitely take down Longcheng, there is no need for you to send me off. As for you wanting the soldiers in Longcheng to withdraw, that is even more impossible."
"There are many great generals among you in Longcheng. I spared their lives today, but can they spare my life in the future?"
Zhao Min's tone had turned cold.
She continued, "Zhang Wuji, the reason why I am willing to drink with you is simply because I think you are a nice person. If we were not in different camps, we might be friends."
"But you, don't look down on me just because I am a woman. Even today, I can see through your little thoughts clearly."
"Longcheng is about to be lost, and you can't get past me. I still have 50,000 soldiers in the camp behind me. Even if you can get past me, I still have hundreds of thousands of soldiers under Longcheng. With those hundreds of thousands of soldiers, I still have the ability to fight you again."
"Even if God is helping you, my troops under Longcheng have been defeated, and I still have 500,000 troops in Yuandu."
"Looking at the world, although I gave up Jiangnan, I now have an army of 700,000. I have to put myself in others' shoes in everything. If we switch positions, will you talk to me? In the face of the word "world", how big a bargaining chip can you offer me?"
Zhang Wuji was speechless after hearing what Zhao Min said.
But Zhao Min continued, "Young Master, I admire you as a person. Among all the rebel kings in the world, you are the only one who behaves like a human being."
"Since we have had a few drinks together, I will give you a piece of advice. From a military perspective, you should decisively give up rescuing Longcheng and send all your troops back to defend Jinyang, Shanxi."
"That's what you should do."
Zhang Wuji shook his head gently, and after a long time, he said: "I can give up Longcheng, but the people inside must live. I will not abandon my soldiers. This is my bottom line."
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They looked at each other in silence for a long time.
In the end, it was Zhao Min who broke the silence.
She said to Zhang Wuji, "Master, you haven't drunk my wine yet."
Then, Zhao Min opened the package containing beef jerky.
She grabbed a handful and threw the package to Zhang Wuji: "Young Master, try it, this is a specialty of us Mongolians."
"Even if the deal doesn't go through, don't ruin the current atmosphere."
Zhang Wuji knew that he had indeed underestimated Zhao Min this time, and what he had said before seemed to be an insult to her IQ.
Zhang Wuji picked up the wine jar, drank a few mouthfuls, and then took the beef jerky thrown by Zhao Min.
He first grabbed a handful and handed it to Zhou Zhiruo beside him.
Then he also started eating with big mouthfuls.
Zhou Zhiruo was also not polite. After chewing it for a few times, she said to Zhang Wuji: "This tastes so familiar, it's almost the same as what Zhao Linger made."
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