"Take a long-term view?"
Altai was so angry that he laughed: "If the country is gone, there is no point in making long-term plans."
"You three bastards, the disaster that my Persian nation is facing is all caused by you kidnapping that saint."
"The Ming army's pursuers are now catching up with us. You three, go and stop them."
After hearing this, the three elders were terrified. They had finally escaped from the battlefield which was like a human meat grinder, and now they had to fight against the Ming army again. How could they have the courage to do that?
However, just as the three elders were thinking of excuses to shirk responsibility, Altai whipped one of them with the whip in his hand.
"Assholes, the survival of the empire is now hanging on a line between life and death. I have already lost two hundred thousand troops in this battle. Do you three bastards still think that I dare not kill you?"
"Looking at Altai's vicious eyes, the three elders knew very well in their hearts that he was not joking. If they rejected this proposal at this moment, they would definitely be killed on the spot."
However, for these three Persian elders, they have another possibility, that is, to take Altai's head at this moment, and then surrender to the victorious Ming Dynasty. In that case, it might be considered a great achievement.
The three elders exchanged glances with each other, but they quickly suppressed this dangerous idea. If Altai did not have so many guards around him, he might have done so. However, Altai still had two thousand personal guards around him. If he took action at this time, those loyal personal guards could be chopped into meat paste with one sword each. What's more, even if these elders wanted to surrender to Zhang Wuji, they had to take the Saint Girl's reason into consideration.
After the Saint was captured by them and taken to Persia, she held a grudge against them. And Zhang Wuji was willing to send an army of hundreds of thousands of miles to attack her for her, which was enough to show the status of the Saint in his heart. If after he asked for surrender, the Saint casually said that she would cut the three of them into pieces, Zhang Wuji would probably listen to her.
After figuring out the relationship, the three elders gave up their plans to do anything extreme.
In desperation, the three elders had to turn their horses around again, and Altai was a man of justice, so he left a small group of cavalry for them.
After all, it would be impossible to hold Zhang Wuji back by relying solely on those three pieces of trash.
Just like that, the three elders, holding the Holy Fire Order, rushed back towards Zhang Wuji and the others in desperation.
However, after seeing this scene, Zhang Wuji and his men just thought it was ridiculous. Under the general trend, the Ming army was invincible. Even 200,000 Persian troops could not stop them, let alone this team of cavalry.
However, just when Zhang Wuji was thinking about getting rid of this team of cavalry as soon as possible and then continuing the pursuit as soon as possible, Zhao Linger said, "Young Master, you still have to be careful. You can't get into trouble at this time. Before, when my sister Min'er and I were on the other side of the river, someone came back to report that several Ming Cult elders had weapons that could spit fire, and my sister Zhiruo was almost burned by them."
After hearing this, Zhang Wuji said viciously: "I was wondering why Zhiruo's long hair suddenly became so much shorter, and her long skirt was also in tatters. It turned out that it was made by those so-called crappy elders. I guess the fire-breathing weapons on them are the Holy Fire Orders."
"Then sister, please be careful. We have already won this battle, and we really can't let anything go wrong at this time."
"I am still counting on my sister to give birth to two more children for me."
After hearing this, Zhao Linger's beautiful cheeks instantly turned red: "Young Master, you are joking. When I met you, I was almost thirty years old, and now I am forty years old. Although I am afraid it will not be easy for me to get pregnant again at my age, but if you don't mind that I am getting older, I can still sleep with you."
Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "Sister, it's not up to you to decide how many children you want to have. The size of your belly is up to me at all times."
Zhao Linger was teased and her heart was moved. At the age of forty, she could still serve the most powerful man in the world with her beauty. She was already quite satisfied.
A moment later, three Persian Mingjiao elders, leading a team of cavalry, finally ran into Zhang Wuji and his men.
Zhang Wuji and Zhao Linger also engaged in battle with them in an instant. It must be said that these three elders were actually quite capable. Any one of them was not necessarily inferior to Zhou Zhiruo in cultivation. The reason why they were able to kill three people before was simply because they were not familiar with Long Ze and the others' moves, and those beautiful women cooperated perfectly.
Swords flashed and swords lashed. Although Zhao Linger had not placed cultivation in her primary position in these years, her Taoism was there. Even if she had not made any progress in ten years, she was already able to compete with Zhao Min for the top woman in the world in terms of cultivation ten years ago. The same was true for Zhang Wuji. Although he had not made much progress in his cultivation in these years, he possessed two unique skills, the Nine Yang True Classic and the Great Shift of the Universe. Ten years ago, he was also among the top five in the world. Even if he had not made any progress in these years, his accumulation of martial arts skills made him better than he was ten years ago.
The three elders knew that the cultivation level of this man and woman was far superior to their own the moment they fought with Zhang Wuji and Zhao Linger.
Moreover, these two people must be much more powerful than anyone they have encountered on the battlefield before.
The three elders immediately used the Holy Fire Token in their hands. This was a stick with a mechanism. As long as they exerted their internal force on the stick, the kerosene inside would be sprayed out.
The three fire snakes quickly devoured the surroundings. Some Ming soldiers were already ignited by the three fire snakes, but Zhang Wuji and Zhao Linger had been prepared, so they were almost not affected.
"Damn it, you bastards actually dared to hurt my soldiers. I will cut you into pieces."
Zhao Linger's double swords attacked like a whirlwind. Her swordsmanship was so sharp that it was impenetrable from a defensive perspective and penetrating from an offensive perspective. The three elders were already quite old. The shock they had experienced on the battlefield and the fear they felt at the moment had already made them lose most of their fighting spirit. They were just being forced into a fight, and such a sharp swordsmanship would not allow them to escape unscathed.
In just a moment, an elder was injured by Zhao Linger's scimitar and was seriously injured to the point of death.
The elder was cut with a wound nearly three feet long from the neck to the waist. In an instant, his intestines and blood were scattered all over the ground.
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