After hearing this, Xiao Zhao was speechless: "Sister Min'er, what you said is too insulting."
"Although the word 'saint' sounds unpleasant, it shouldn't be that despicable, right?"
Zhao Min smiled and said, "Then tell me what your status as a saint is in the Persian Ming Cult. Anyway, I feel that the position of a saint in Persia is not a good one."
After Zhao Min said this, Zhang Wuji suddenly became interested: "Yes, Xiao Zhao, just tell me, what exactly is the position of the Saint Maiden in the Persian Ming Cult? Don't worry, I will definitely not laugh at you."
Xiao Zhao was completely speechless: "Young Master, your eyes have betrayed you."
"Your eyes are a little obscene, you must be thinking about something bad."
"However, since you want to know what a saint is, it's okay for me to tell you."
"The Saint is actually similar to the leader of the young master back then. They both mean the leader of a sect, but they are just called differently."
"It's just that I, the Persian Saint, am really unfortunate. The previous Persian Saint went astray while practicing and died."
"Then, if we arrange it based on blood relationship, I am the most suitable person to inherit the position of Saint."
"Because my mother is the younger sister of the previous Persian Saint, those damn Persian Mingjiao elders remembered me after the death of the previous Persian Saint."
"However, there is another reason. Although no one has explained it to me, I don't think I should be wrong in my inference."
"That is, the Persian Mingjiao wants to unite with Altai. They want to establish a religious state, and the best way to unite is through marriage. Those who are qualified to become saints within the Persian Mingjiao are also the best among people. How could they be willing to become one of the many women in Altai? Therefore, this is one of the main reasons why I can become a saint."
Zhao Min nodded thoughtfully: "So that's how it is. I never thought that the Saint has a very high status in the Persian Ming Cult."
"I just wonder if you, the saint, have any reluctance to the idea of many women sharing one husband?"
After hearing this, Xiao Zhao gave Zhao Min a fierce look and said, "Sister Min'er, you are so boring. Don't you know who I am?"
"If you must ask me what I think, then I can only ask you in return, you are a former empress, and now you are sharing a husband with other women, do you have any unwilling thoughts?"
Zhao Min really didn't expect that the usually honest Xiao Zhao would actually turn against her.
However, Zhao Min thought about this question carefully: "Me? I'm okay. It's true that I was the empress of the previous dynasty, but my country was destroyed after all. An emperor who lost his country can have such an end. I don't think I'm particularly miserable."
After hearing this answer, Xiao Zhao said, "That's it. Sister Min'er was an emperor before, and she didn't feel that she was at a disadvantage. People like me will definitely not feel that I'm at a disadvantage."
"It's just that I've been in the Persian Ming Cult for such a long time. Although I haven't suffered much, I have suffered a lot of anger."
"After Sister Min'er finishes this battle, you must try your best to capture a few of them alive for me. I want to vent my anger."
Zhao Min looked at Xiao Zhao with a smile and said, "Don't worry. We went too far when we went on the expedition to Japan before. As for this time, we will go even further."
"He is just a Persian, yet he dared to snatch the woman of the Ming Emperor. This kind of thing does not cause much harm to our Ming Dynasty, but it is extremely insulting."
"Therefore, I will kill him to pieces. By then, I will even destroy that Persian Ming Cult. There is no such organization as Ming Cult in our Ming Dynasty, and there is no need for the Persian Ming Cult to exist."
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On the opposite bank of the river, as more and more Ming troops crossed the river, their offensive against the Persians became more and more fierce.
Altai saw it and thought to himself, "This absolutely cannot go on, but what should I do?"
"The Ming army has gradually gained the initiative on the river bank, and it is almost inevitable that the army will cross the river. Now that things have come to this, what should we do next?"
"Should we send tens of thousands more troops to march directly to the river bank?"
Altai already had an idea, but he suppressed it as soon as it arose.
How could a war involving hundreds of thousands of people be fought on a small riverbank?
There are still hundreds of thousands of armored soldiers and tens of thousands of heavily armored cavalry on their side. Those heavily armored cavalry are invincible on the battlefield. No matter how powerful the Ming army is, it can never withstand those tens of thousands of heavily armored cavalry.
"Stay calm, don't panic."
Altai warned himself again in his heart that as an emperor and a man commanding more than 200,000 soldiers, he should not panic at this time.
Altai quickly calmed down, but perhaps he was slow, or perhaps he really couldn't think of a better solution. In short, he allowed the unfavorable factors on the battlefield that were harmful to his own soldiers to continue to expand.
In the eyes of many Persian generals, this kind of thing is nothing short of a precursor to the collapse of the overall situation. They want to make suggestions, but they don't know what Altai is thinking.
Could that small river in the distance really hold back the Ming army? The answer was definitely no. Even a fool like Altai knew that the only force that could hold back a force of over 100,000 was another 100,000. In this decisive battle, while they had the advantage in numbers, the Ming army held the initiative. Since they couldn't stop the Ming army from crossing the river, they could just wait until they did and then annihilate them.
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On the other side, on the other side of the river, Zhang Wuji was there.
"Min'er, we seem to have secured a large area on the opposite river bank. Logically, Altai should continue to send troops to compete with us for these areas, but it seems that he did not do so. What is he thinking?"
After thinking for a while, Zhao Min said, "What is he thinking? He is definitely not thinking about surrendering. He may have determined that he cannot stop our army from crossing the river, so he did not continue to send reinforcements to the river bank."
"But no matter what he thinks, we can't take it lightly. At the moment of the final decisive battle, our army of more than 100,000 will at least need an area of 12 to 13 miles long and 6 to 7 miles wide. If the area is smaller, the soldiers will not be able to display their skills."
"No matter what happens to Altai, we must continue to expand our advantage on the other side of the river. If everything goes well, you and I will cross the river in the afternoon. Before dark today, you and I will personally lead the soldiers and go straight to Altai's central military camp."
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