The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty had already crossed the river to fight, and the only thing left was for the soldiers to rush across the river as quickly as possible.
The small group of Persian scouts naturally saw this scene. They had just mustered up the courage to come to the river, hoping to see if they could scare off the Ming army. Now it seemed like a ridiculous thing.
Not to mention the endless Ming cavalry crossing the river, they were even unable to stop this killing god who was the first to cross the river.
"Retreat, go and report to His Majesty quickly."
This team of Persian scouts finally escaped after leaving behind more than twenty corpses. If they had not escaped, only death would have been waiting for them. Of course, if they escaped at this moment, what might still be waiting for them was death, but the time of death would be delayed a little.
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The iron cavalry swept through the formation, and the autumn waves shook the mountains and rivers.
As an emperor, his most glorious moment is definitely not rolling in the sheets with those beautiful girls. That moment can only be called a happy moment. The glorious moment is when his country can march thousands of miles away and be invincible in this world.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji was enjoying this glorious moment. He had made expeditions to Japan and Persia, spreading the majesty of the Ming Dynasty to the Western countries. Although he only destroyed Persia, in the eyes of the emperors of the Western countries, the words "Ming Dynasty" had become a taboo.
A taboo that will kill anyone who touches it.
"Quick, soldiers who have crossed the river, quickly form a battle line and follow me to the battlefield. Soldiers who have not crossed the river yet, follow me one by one after crossing the river."
It would take a long time for 30,000 cavalrymen to cross the river. Zhang Wuji was worried about the situation on the main battlefield. Therefore, before the main force crossed the river, he led a part of the troops to the main battlefield.
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Looking at the main battlefield again, with the support of the Ming army's gunpowder bags and the help of Zhou Zhiruo and other masters, thousands of Ming army soldiers advanced another two or three miles with the unity of the people.
Looking at the increasingly unfavorable situation on the battlefield, Altai finally became furious again.
"Useless, all of them are useless. My Persian Empire has 300,000 elite soldiers and hundreds of good generals. How can they be so useless?"
A general beside him said, "Your Majesty, after all, the war started too hastily."
"Back then, those elders of the sect kidnapped the so-called Saint Girl without your permission, which resulted in Zhang Wuji's army coming to attack. Of course, since these things have already happened, there is no point in saying more. However, those elders went to the Ming Dynasty and kidnapped the Saint Girl, but they never found out about the Ming Dynasty's combat strength."
"You know, a country can send hundreds of thousands of troops on an expedition, and the food and grass supply needed behind it may require the use of millions of manpower. In addition, the weapons and equipment of the Ming army, they have such advanced artillery, and explosive gunpowder bags, and so many top masters. These useful information, but the elders did not bring back any of it. This is simply incompetence."
Altai glanced at the general who had spoken. He felt that what he had said was absolutely correct. He had said what he wanted to say, but now was not the time to hold those elders accountable. After all, the war was still going on, a battle that would determine the fate of Persia, and the outcome would most likely be decided today. What they needed to do now was to gather all possible forces to fight against the Ming army. As for what would happen later, if they could win this battle, how would Altai deal with those so-called elders? That was still a question.
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As the Ming army continued to advance, Altai had to send out troops from the central camp again. This was a very dangerous thing for the decisive battle, but he had to do so. Otherwise, the Ming army would advance directly to the central camp, which would become even more dangerous.
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"Kill, soldiers, after this battle, we can plunder the Persian country's money and then go home."
Zhou Zhiruo is quite satisfied with the current progress of the war.
However, the next moment, Yu Fei's words almost broke her defense: "Soldiers, after this battle, return to Beijing and get the reward money, each of you can marry a beautiful concubine like Sister Zhou. Come on, these damn Persians are no match for us, kill them all."
Zhou Zhiruo's face turned a little green.
"What do you mean? What do you mean by marrying a concubine like me? Is it easy to find a woman like me?"
"Can you marry a woman like me with money?"
"We are all women. How can you say such things to our soldiers?"
Yu Fei said with a smile: "Sister Zhou, you don't know this. I just said something that would best boost the morale of the soldiers."
"You have been with the army for more than ten years, and I have been with the army for eight or nine years. Do you think that when we were making love with the young master in the barracks, our soldiers really couldn't hear a sound?"
"Who knows, the soldiers may have already imagined you as their own wife. Look, as soon as I finished saying these words to encourage morale, the soldiers' morale became even higher than before."
Zhou Zhiruo gave Yu Fei a fierce look.
"Remember, the person whom the soldiers fantasize about as their wife is only you, not me. I, Zhou Zhiruo, consider myself a chaste and virtuous woman, and I will not allow others to fantasize about those messy things about me."
After killing another Persian soldier, Yang Buhui smiled and said, "Sister Zhou, you can ask the soldiers to do anything, but you can't control what they think. For a man, it's nothing to have three wives and four concubines. Could it be that you only allow our men to have beauties left and right, and don't allow your own soldiers to fight for our men as their goals?"
Zhou Zhiruo was speechless: "Yang Buhui, why are you like this? Although most capable men have three wives and four concubines, such things cannot be spoken openly by women like us."
"I remember your father seemed to have married two concubines not long ago. Don't you feel anything at all?"
Yang Buhui smiled and said, "To be honest, I really don't feel anything. Anyway, I don't care if they call me mom."
"Even when I was in Beijing, I didn't see them for several months, so I didn't bother to think about those things. Besides, I am the imperial concubine. Even if I met the concubines my father took, they were the only ones who had to pay their respects to me. If it was embarrassing, they would be the ones who would be embarrassed."
"Men have three wives and four concubines, it has been like this since ancient times. We can't change anything anyway, so why bother thinking about those messy things? We sisters should just take care of ourselves."
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