This time, neither Zhao Linger nor Zhou Zhiruo spoke.
These two peerless beauties looked at Zhang Wuji with cold eyes.
They hope that Zhang Wuji will not make decisions that will disappoint them and the soldiers behind them.
Feeling the cold gazes of these two peerless beauties, Zhang Wuji suddenly smiled.
He whispered, "Borkin said he wanted me to be happy."
Zhou Zhiruo's face was turning green with anger.
But in order to give Zhang Wuji face, she did not beat or scold him.
Zhou Zhiruo said in an angry tone, "Zhang Wuji, can you be serious? It's time now. If you want to have fun, I will accompany you."
"Look at these women on the ground. What kind of people are they? Can they compare with me?"
Zhang Wuji smiled obscenely: "Zhiruo, then you have to promise me that when we are together again in the future, you will cooperate a little more."
Zhou Zhiruo was almost mad with anger. She said angrily: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say. As long as you don't let me down, I can even give you my life. I want to see what else you are capable of."
Zhao Linger on the side also said to Zhang Wuji: "That's right, look at these girls on the ground, what kind of stuff are they? At worst, after we enter the city, my sister and I will accompany you a few times."
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhao Linger, but then she gritted her teeth and said to Zhang Wuji, "Just do as this old woman says. As long as you can make the right decision, I don't care about my face. As long as you dare, there is nothing I dare not do."
Zhang Wuji laughed heartily and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Zhiruo, I am a little bit lustful towards you, but it is definitely not to the point where I cannot tell right from wrong."
"I am determined to take Jiuquan, unless you and Miss Zhao are really tied to the city wall. Otherwise, even if my father is in the city, I will still beat you."
As soon as Zhang Wuji finished speaking, the twenty or so beauties kneeling on the ground were horrified.
There were even a few people who had fainted from fright. As for those who had not fainted, they continued to pray to Zhang Wuji.
"Sir, sir, please be kind, our parents are still in the city."
Zhang Wuji pointed at the beauties kneeling on the ground with the long sword in his hand, and shouted, "Shut up, you bunch of vixens. Your parents are controlled by the Mongols, won't they resist? You are also human beings with hands and feet. It's okay if you don't resist, but you still have the nerve to come and beg me?"
"The number of us Han people is at least dozens of times that of the Mongols. There are only 20,000 soldiers in the whole Jiuquan, but there are hundreds of thousands of civilians. If you are willing to resist, do you still need me to lead the troops here?"
Zhang Wuji turned around and shouted to his followers behind him: "Take these vixens away and don't let them disrupt the morale of the army."
Afterwards, several Mingjiao soldiers took these twenty or so beauties away.
Bolkin on the city wall was secretly delighted when he saw the beauties he had sent out being taken away. He actually thought that Zhang Wuji had decided to withdraw his troops. Little did he know that Zhang Wuji just didn't want these women to disturb the morale of the army.
Bolkin excitedly shouted from the top of the city wall: "Master Zhang is so righteous. I would like to thank you on behalf of the people of Jiuquan."
Zhang Wuji laughed loudly. He ignored Bolkin on the top of the city wall and shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him.
"Soldiers, you all heard it, the commander of the Yuan army in Jiuquan wants me to withdraw. I don't want to waste time talking to him anymore, but I want to tell you that it is impossible for me, Zhang Wuji, to withdraw. The world is right in front of us, and we no longer have any excuse to give up."
"The Yuan army commander, Bolkin, wants to threaten me with the lives of all the people in the city. In this regard, I can only say that I also care about the lives of those people, but this is not a reason for my Ming Cult to stop."
"In order to reduce the casualties among the people in the city, we must take this city as soon as possible. Don't the Mongols like to massacre cities? From now on, we also like to massacre cities."
"Soldiers, take Jiuquan in one go. Kill all the Mongols in the city, regardless of gender, age or age, leaving no one alive."
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Following Zhang Wuji's shout of "kill", the Ming Cult army behind him was like a flood after the sluice gates were opened, with murderous aura that was overwhelming and unstoppable.
Borkin on the city wall was horrified.
When Zhang Wuji was conquering Hexi, no matter where he fought, he never harmed the people in the city.
It is precisely because of this that Bolkin came up with this idea.
Bolkin originally thought that Zhang Wuji was a gentleman like Liu Bei, but he didn't expect that in his bones, he also had the nature of Cao Cao.
Bolkin sneered helplessly. While ordering the arrows to be shot, he asked the messenger behind him to give orders to the Yuan soldiers in the city to start the massacre.
Bolkin thought to himself, "It's death anyway. Today, I will leave you a dead city."
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Although Zhang Wuji ordered an attack on the city, he did not want to cause too much harm to the people in the city.
Therefore, this battle must be fought quickly to avoid giving Borkin enough time to massacre the city.
Zhang Wuji, Zhao Linger and Zhou Zhiruo, the three of them braved the rain of arrows and went upstream.
A city wall that was sixty or seventy feet high was nothing to the three of them.
In just a moment, the three of them climbed onto the city wall.
Bolkin had heard of Zhang Wuji a long time ago, that he was one of the top masters of the time, but he still didn't expect that Zhang Wuji's cultivation could be so high. The most important thing was that the two women around him didn't seem to be easy to mess with.
Bolkin hurriedly shouted to the soldiers beside him: "Hurry, go and kill Zhang Wuji. The Han and Mongolian peoples are already fighting to the death. Either kill Zhang Wuji today, or none of us will survive."
Hundreds of Yuan soldiers rushed forward.
At this moment, Zhao Linger shouted loudly: "Master, Zhiruo, you retreat behind me first, I want to show these Mongolian Tartars how powerful I am."
Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo were stunned for a moment, but in the end, they chose to believe Zhao Linger.
The two of them have been in contact with Zhao Linger for a long time, and both Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji have had a very high opinion of her.
"That is, Zhao Linger's cultivation should be on par with Zhao Min's, and she also has the inheritance of the Huan Dao Sect. She may have two unique skills that can make her look down on the world."
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After Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo retreated behind Zhao Linger, they saw her holding a knife in both hands, in a very strange posture.
She half-knelt down, holding two scimitars tightly in her hands, one in front and one behind.
The knife in Zhao Linger's hand was not like the style of the Central Plains people. It looked like two crescent moons. After a delicate shout, her two scimitars seemed to turn into two lightning bolts, which surrounded her.
Wherever the sword passed, even the brick and stone walls were cut into deep gashes. If it touched a flesh and blood body, it would disappear in an instant. Countless Yuan soldiers were chopped into pieces by the lightning-like sword light before they could figure out what was happening.
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