Yang Buhui’s point of view was correct, but it still left Zhou Zhiruo speechless.
Now is the time of war, and she is too lazy to pay attention to these things.
"You are a bunch of vixens, you are all no good. All the men in this world who have three wives and four concubines are spoiled by you lowly creatures."
"After this battle, when you return to Beijing, stay in the harem obediently."
"If you want to say nonsense, just say it at home to avoid embarrassing yourself outside."
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After teaching her a few lessons, Zhou Zhiruo once again wielded the sword that Zhao Min had lent her. It had to be said that she was quite comfortable using the sword. After all, it was something that belonged to their Emei sect. It was a pity that over the years, things and people had changed. The sword was still the same sword, but its owner had changed.
Or perhaps, in this world, only Zhao Min is qualified to use this sword.
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An hour later, the number of Ming troops crossing the river had reached almost 70,000 to 80,000. The Ming troops on the river bank were still advancing steadily. Only the team Zhou Zhiruo and her group were isolated. After an hour of fighting and Altai constantly sending troops to intercept them, the losses of this Ming army were very serious. You know, this Ming army was wearing heavy armor. It was very difficult to kill such a heavily armored warrior on the battlefield. Therefore, you can imagine how tragic the battle here was.
"Sister, this isn't working. We've advanced too far, and now we seem to have opened up a gap between us and the team behind us. If we continue like this, we'll probably be worn down little by little."
After Zhou Zhiruo took a look at the surrounding situation, she looked towards the rear and said, "What are you afraid of? Now is not the time to think about these things. If it weren't for us women rushing here, I'm afraid General Yang's team would not be able to advance so quickly and so fiercely."
"The team behind us will catch up. Once they catch up, they will level the front with us. Then we will be safe."
Persian army camp: "Reporting to your majesty, among this sudden Ming army, there are seven or eight women with very high cultivation. They have given great help to this Ming army with their own cultivation. It is difficult for our soldiers to eliminate them."
After hearing this, Altai said in a cold tone, "I've heard that Zhang Wuji's women are all people with high cultivation. Seeing them today, it's true. But they are wrong. They shouldn't advance so quickly towards my central camp. They are disconnected from the Ming army formation in the rear and have become an isolated army. How can they not be eliminated?"
The general on the side said: "That's right, our soldiers have gradually surrounded the Ming army. The hateful thing is that we can't defeat them for the time being."
"What's even more infuriating is that those elders haven't made any achievements since they went to the battlefield. I don't know what those old bastards are doing."
"Before the Ming army attacked, those old guys pretended to be human beings, but when the Ming army came, they did nothing decent."
After hearing this, Altai also agreed deeply. However, now is not the time to hold those elders accountable. Now, the important thing is to get rid of this protruding Ming army as soon as possible, and try to capture the seven or eight women of Zhang Wuji. In this way, the Ming army will inevitably be in chaos, and after capturing those beautiful women, he can also humiliate Zhang Wuji severely.
Thinking of this, an obscene smile appeared on Altai's face.
"Pass the order down, gather 10,000 heavily armored cavalry. Our heavily armored cavalry are covered in iron armor and are invulnerable to swords and spears. As long as they charge back and forth a few times in that protruding Ming army formation, they can completely defeat this Ming army."
After hearing this, the Persian general on the side hurriedly arranged his cavalry.
Poor Zhou Zhiruo and the others only feel that killing is a pleasure, but they don’t know that a crisis is slowly approaching them.
Looking at Zhang Wuji, after crossing the river, he first relied on his own cultivation to repel a team of Persian scouts alone, and then rode his warhorse to pursue the remnants of the scouts. Along the way, he did not hesitate at all. When they saw Persian soldiers, no matter how many there were, they would rush up and crush them. Fortunately, they only encountered a few small-scale Persian cavalry along the way. If there were more people, it would be a waste of time.
"Soldiers, hurry, our main battlefield is not far ahead. Although we don't know what the fighting is like there, we must maximize our advantage before the final blow between the two armies."
"Soldiers, today is the day to achieve great things."
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A quarter of an hour later, the Persian heavy cavalry had formed up. Looking at the Ming army a few miles away, Altai had absolute confidence in defeating it. However, he did not want to use his heavy cavalry so early. After all, it was not the time for a decisive battle. But at this moment, Altai really couldn't bear it anymore.
"Sister, look, something is happening over there."
Yu Fei's face showed some surprise. Zhou Zhiruo turned around and saw that outside the Persian camp, a dense array of cavalry had been formed.
"Oh no, we're in trouble now. If those cavalrymen charge over, they'll probably tear our formation apart."
"What should we do?" Yu Fei's face was full of panic: "How about we retreat?"
Zhou Zhiruo said: "Retreat? Absolutely not. This is a national war. Be careful not to affect morale."
Altai's heavy cavalry was about to charge, and Zhou Zhiruo and the others all felt at a loss. However, at this moment, to the west, on the other side of the battlefield, a dense group of cavalry appeared. It was difficult to see how many people there were in that group, but they were gathering more and more, and it was obvious that they were a force that could not be underestimated.
It was not only Zhou Zhiruo and the others who saw this scene, but also Altai in the Persian camp: "What's going on? Why are there so many Ming cavalry suddenly on the river bank? When did they cross the river? Why didn't I get a report in advance? I sent out so many scouts, what are they doing?"
At this moment, not only Altai felt it was incredible, but the Persian ministers and generals beside him also felt it was incredible.
A moment later, a Persian general said, "Your Majesty, the cavalry in front of our camp should not move for now. If we still send out troops according to the original plan, I am afraid that the growing number of Ming cavalry will directly charge towards our central camp."
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