The Persian heavy cavalry had been exhausted for a long time. Although they had not yet collapsed, they were no longer able to pursue the Ming army's light cavalry.
Zhang Wuji thought for a moment, then said to a Ming army general, "The situation on the main battlefield is still uncertain. I will leave half of these 30,000 cavalrymen to you. You only need to contain and harass them. Don't get bitten by these Persian heavily armored cavalry, but don't let them escape, and certainly don't let them turn back to the main battlefield."
"Can you do it?"
The Ming army general said: "Why not? Your Majesty, don't worry. We are light cavalry and we still have mobility. I will definitely be able to hold them back. Your Majesty, you can rest assured and return to the main battlefield."
After hearing this, Zhang Wuji stopped talking and quickly withdrew half of the cavalry from the army and returned to the main battlefield, while the remaining half of the light cavalry continued to contain the Persian heavy cavalry.
Heavy cavalry has always been invincible on the battlefield, but as long as we don't engage them head-on and prevent them from being caught, the advantage will always be on the side of the Ming Dynasty.
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About half an hour later, when Zhang Wuji was still worried about the situation on the main battlefield, he saw a large number of defeated soldiers not far away. Zhang Wuji's heart tightened. He subconsciously thought that those defeated soldiers were his own soldiers. However, he still calmed his restless heart. After watching carefully for a few more times, he found that those fleeing defeated soldiers were actually Persian soldiers.
Zhang Wuji looked up to the sky and shouted: "Hahahaha, Persia is defeated, Altai is defeated."
"Soldiers, we have won. The Persian army has been defeated. Let's work harder to stop them, surround them on three sides and leave one side open, and drive these defeated troops towards the small river a few miles away."
The soldiers under Zhang Wuji were also energized. They galloped on their horses and soon attacked the fleeing Persian soldiers head-on.
The killing power of cavalry on infantry has always been unquestionable. More than a hundred years ago, when Genghis Khan was still alive, there was an incident where a hundred cavalrymen surrounded and suppressed ten thousand people. The Ming army soldiers could basically end the lives of a defeated Persian army with just a lift of their spears while riding on their horses.
More than 10,000 cavalrymen were a force that could not be ignored on the battlefield at this moment. They blocked the front of the Persian army and set up a barrier in the south. In addition, Zhao Min was chasing them closely, which forced the fleeing Persian army to flee to the north. But they probably forgot that there was a small river in the north. The water was not deep. They might be able to cross the river by holding on to the neck of the warhorse, but if they rushed across the river directly, there was a high probability that half of the people would drown in the river.
A quarter of an hour later, the defeated Persian army was surrounded on three sides and had no choice but to flee to the north. It was at this time that Zhang Wuji reunited with Zhao Min.
"Min'er, are you okay?"
Zhang Wuji came up with a caring word that warmed people's hearts. Zhao Min was naturally happy to see that Zhang Wuji's eyes were full of her at this moment, but she still had to be a little restrained in front of others.
Zhao Min said with a cold face: "I'm fine, and these vixens are fine too. But you, did you get rid of the 30,000 Persian heavy armored cavalry?"
Zhang Wuji's face showed some embarrassment: "Min'er, getting rid of 30,000 heavily armored cavalry is not an easy task."
"I haven't gotten rid of them yet, but I have divided my troops to trap them. As long as we resolve the battle here and send some more troops to support them, we will definitely be able to get rid of the 30,000 heavily armored cavalry."
After hearing this, Zhao Min frowned immediately: "Hmph, waste."
Zhang Wuji chuckled, and was not angry after hearing the word "waste": "Min'er has made great contributions in this battle. Since you say I am a waste, then I will be a waste."
Zhang Wuji didn't care what Zhao Min said to him, but just because he didn't care, it didn't mean others didn't care either.
Zhou Zhiruo first looked at Zhang Wuji with resentment, and then said to Zhao Min: "How can you talk like that? It would be fine if it was said in private, but what if the soldiers heard you say the word 'waste' just now? Aren't you afraid that they will laugh at their own emperor?"
"Besides, do you think you were the only one who played a role in this battle? We sisters have been fighting on the battlefield for two or three hours and are exhausted. Don't we have any contribution at all?"
Zhou Zhiruo's words were meant for Zhao Min, but they were also meant for Zhang Wuji. This battle had indeed exhausted her. She had been fighting for two or three hours, and her whole body was stained with the blood of the Persians. Even her beautiful big eyes were stained with the enemy's blood, so much so that they were still red. Zhang Wuji saw it and felt extremely painful in his heart.
"Zhiruo, you've worked hard too. Are your eyes okay?"
Zhou Zhiruo rubbed her eyes again: "Hmph, you still care about me. Don't worry, you won't go blind. I'll just find some clean water later."
After hearing this, Zhang Wuji felt a little relieved. However, when he wanted to say a few more words of concern to Zhou Zhiruo, he heard her say, "Forget it, my dear. If you have any words of concern, just say them in private. It's unfortunate enough to be your woman. Not only do I have to be bullied by you all the time, but I also have to charge into battle for you in times of crisis. All the women here are the same. Do you have the care I need to give you?"
After hearing this, Zhang Wuji was speechless. However, at this moment, Zhao Linger also said: "Young Master, now is not the time to be sentimental. We have already won the battle. You and Sister Min'er should finish the finishing work quickly."
Zhang Wuji nodded, then looked at Zhao Min: "Min'er, have you caught the Persian emperor?"
Zhao Min shook her head: "That guy sent someone to negotiate peace, but before he could say a few words, he was killed by that girl Sarina. As for now, I don’t know where the Persian emperor has gone."
"Sarina?" Zhang Wuji was puzzled for a moment, and then he saw a timid figure behind Zhao Min: "Oh, it's you, girl."
"It doesn't matter. Let Altai run away. At most, he will run back to his imperial capital. If we send a team of two to three thousand people from our cavalry, we should be able to catch him."
After hearing this, Zhao Linger said, "Master, I will go. In this battle, Sister Min'er insisted on keeping me by her side. I didn't do anything except shouting a few times. Now I have plenty of strength in my body. I will go to catch Altai. As long as I can find him, I will definitely catch him."
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