With his country destroyed and his family ruined, Altai no longer cared about his face. He didn't know why he, a good emperor, ended up like this, but he didn't dare to imagine his final outcome.
If he were just an ordinary person, in this situation where his country was destroyed and his family was ruined, he might have a chance to become a slave, but if he were an emperor, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to become a slave.
For the people who want to destroy an emperor whose country has been destroyed, the best way is to kill the emperor. Only in this way can the trouble be eliminated forever.
But Altai did not want to end up with his head and body separated. Or perhaps, no emperor, or anyone, wanted to end up like that. So, before Altai lost all his chips, he would try every possible way to struggle.
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"Although I am a messenger from Persia, please do not kill me. I am a messenger from Persia, please do not kill me."
The Persian ministers were indeed loyal to their duties. For a country, no matter whether they were treacherous ministers or loyal ministers, they at least had one consensus, which was that they did not want their country to perish.
Once their country is destroyed, the new king will definitely not give them the same treatment they have now.
A moment later, the Persian minister was brought in front of Zhao Min, and at this moment Zhao Min continued to command the iron dragon to advance quickly. Yes, the speed at this moment was much faster than before, because the Persians had been defeated, and the previous killing on the battlefield had now turned into a pursuit, so the speed was naturally much faster.
"I am the envoy of Persia, requesting to see His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."
The Persian minister knelt down immediately after being brought before Zhao Min, but he said that he wanted to see Zhang Wuji.
Zhao Min sneered: "Zhang Wuji is not here, he is busy. I am the marshal of the Ming Dynasty. It's the same if you talk to me."
After hearing this, the Persian minister felt a chill in his heart and was extremely shocked. He had never expected that the commander of this battle would be such a beautiful woman. If it were any other time, he would have had a great fantasy about her, but at this moment, he had no thoughts about that at all: "Sir, I come here on the orders of the Persian Emperor Altai. You won this battle, the Ming Dynasty won, but can you leave Persia a way out? As long as you can leave Persia a way out, you can propose any conditions."
"Money, women, no matter how much you want, my Persian country will be able to give it to you even if I search the sky and the earth."
"Money, women?" Zhao Min laughed uncontrollably after hearing this: "Hahaha, you idiot, don't you know that I am the concubine of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty? In front of a concubine of the Ming Dynasty, you said you wanted to give women to her man. I really don't know what you were thinking."
After hearing this, the Persian minister quickly changed his words and said: "Your Majesty? I am not good at speaking, but if you are willing to leave Persia a way out, it will still be of great benefit."
"That is, there is a Timurid Empire to the east of Persia. Their emperor is fighting with us on the southern front of Persia. Our two countries have been at war for many years. If Persia still exists, it can still restrain the Timurid Empire. If Persia is gone, the Timurid Empire will be the only one in power. At that time, won't you be afraid that it will be too powerful to be eliminated?"
"If the Timurid Empire is no longer restrained, then their emperor will definitely pose a threat to the Ming Dynasty. This kind of thing must never be done."
After hearing this, Zhao Min thought for a moment. The Persian minister was instantly overjoyed. However, when he wanted to say something else, a figure flashed in front of him, and then a cold light flashed, and the Persian minister's words stopped abruptly.
The owner of the figure was none other than Sarina. Holding a steel knife, she turned to look at Zhao Min angrily: "Sister, were you pretending to be so serious just now, or were you really thinking about my father's problem?"
"Now is the time to decide the outcome. You don't want to break the alliance between the two countries at this time, do you?"
Zhao Min stared at Sarina for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Sarina, do you think your father is the kind of person who is difficult to get rid of?"
Sarina said: "Of course not. Didn't my sister ask me to be Zhang Wuji's concubine? My father loves me the most. With me as a hostage in Ming Dynasty, how could he possibly resort to war against Ming Dynasty?"
Zhao Min smiled and said, "So, you are willing to be a bargaining chip for peace between the two countries?"
After hearing this, a trace of grievance instantly appeared on Sarina's face, but she finally gritted her teeth and said: "Of course, my personal happiness means nothing in the face of peace between the two countries. If you like, don't ask me to be a concubine of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, even if you ask me to marry a beggar of the Ming Dynasty, I will be willing."
Hearing this, Zhao Min smiled and pinched Sarina's face; "Girl, how could I marry you to a beggar? Don't worry, His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty will give you happiness."
"Just stay by your sister's side for the rest of your life."
After comforting Sarina for a few words, Zhao Min no longer paid attention to her. Zhao Min looked at the battlefield for a few more times, and then shouted loudly: "Soldiers, the Persian army of more than 100,000 has been defeated. Don't worry about the formation now, just chase them boldly. Your most important goal now is to kill these Persian troops and kill them all."
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The most difficult moment of this battle has passed. If the previous battle can be called an offensive on the battlefield, then the next one will be a crushing battle. This kind of crushing battle is easy to win. The Persian army of more than 100,000 was defeated. There was no organization and no unified command. They were crowded together and sometimes even fought against their own people. If the Ming army continued to pursue like this, the fate of most of these defeated Persian troops would be death.
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Looking at Zhang Wuji again, he led 30,000 light cavalry and had been luring 30,000 Persian heavy cavalry. They had been going back and forth for more than an hour. Zhang Wuji had maximized the mobility of the light cavalry. He would not choose to confront the Persian heavy cavalry head-on. He always kept a distance from the Persian heavy cavalry.
"Your Majesty, the Persian cavalry can no longer run."
A Ming army general said to Zhang Wuji excitedly.
Zhang Wuji turned his head and took a look: "They should have been unable to run long ago. We have been luring them all the way and shooting them with bows and arrows, but we just didn't engage in battle with them. This Persian heavy cavalry has been suffering unilateral casualties. It's a miracle that they can hold on until now without collapsing."
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