Some things are like this, you know what it is, but when you actually encounter it, it is another matter.
Zhang Wuji had known for a long time that before the war began, Zhao Min would definitely use her poor child to threaten him. Although he had prepared himself mentally, he still panicked when the time came.
At this moment, Zhao Linger said to Zhang Wuji, "Master, you stay here. I'll go over and take a look. A great battle is imminent, and the lives of tens of thousands of people depend on it. We can't let anyone, not even our son, affect the morale of the soldiers.
As she spoke, Zhao Linger snatched a large bow and an arrow from the soldier beside her, and then rode away.
Zhang Wuji subconsciously wanted to follow, but at this moment, Zhou Zhiruo said, "My dear, you can't move. You won't change anything if you go. Instead, the soldiers will wonder what conditions you are negotiating with Zhao Min. You stay here, I'll go over and take a look."
Zhou Zhiruo also followed in pursuit on horseback.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji's troops and Zhao Min's troops were almost very close to each other. Therefore, in just a moment, Zhao Linger, dressed in a red dress, arrived in front of the two armies.
At this moment, her heart was broken because her son was hanging on a flagpole more than three meters high.
The sound of crying seemed to reach the ears of soldiers from both armies.
And under the flagpole, there were still hundreds of people standing, and the one leading them was also wearing red clothes like Zhao Linger, but the difference was that the red clothes she wore were embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon made of several gold threads. This person was Zhao Min.
When Zhao Min saw the person coming, she couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahaha, how could it be you, that bastard Zhang Wuji? I have prepared the wine. I wanted to catch up with him before the war, but he sent a woman like you here. It's really boring."
At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo also came riding a horse. She shouted loudly on horseback: "Zhao Min, you shameless woman, kidnapping a child is nothing. Let my son go quickly, otherwise I will tear you into pieces with my own hands."
Zhao Min laughed again: "Hahahaha, your son?"
"It seems that the relationship between you sisters is quite good. You even don't differentiate between your sons. It's a pity that this child is not your biological child. If you want a son, why don't you give birth to one yourself? Wouldn't it be boring to share someone else's? Or maybe you can't give birth to one?"
After Zhao Min said this, the guards following her burst into laughter.
"You little bitch, if you can't give birth to a child, I have asked my soldiers to help you."
Zhou Zhiruo blushed, she had never been humiliated like this in her life. She took a deep breath and said, "Even if I can't give birth, I'm still better than you. After all, I still have a man by my side, and you are just a widow whose husband died. Have you touched any man after Emperor Shun of Yuan died?"
Zhao Min looked at Zhou Zhiruo coldly, then raised the sword in her hand: "Little bitch, I never let her touch me when Emperor Shun of Yuan was alive. You were just an abandoned disciple of the Emei Sect. You sold your body to let Zhang Wuji take you in. With your humble background, you don't even have the qualifications to talk to me. After I capture you, I will send you to my army as a military prostitute."
"Ha ha ha ha……".
Zhao Min burst into laughter again.
Looking at Zhao Linger at this moment, she really wanted to fly to the flagpole and rescue her precious son, but she also knew that Zhao Min was here, and there were hundreds of guards around her holding steel knives and crossbows. In such an environment, it would be extremely difficult to get her son back.
Zhao Linger took a deep breath and said, "Zhao Min, now that things have come to this, what do you want?"
Zhao Min smiled evilly and glanced at Zhao Linger: "What do I want? I just want to see if this brat is of any use at all. It would be best if I could exchange some conditions with Zhang Wuji. Even if there is no exchange, it would be a good thing for me to use this child to disgust you."
"Mother!" A crisp voice interrupted Zhao Linger's thoughts.
She quickly looked up, only to see Xiaoyu Xiaozheng looking at her with tears on his face: "Mom, you haven't come to see me for a long time, don't you want me anymore?"
Just one glance, and Zhao Linger's heart felt as if it were cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
After taking a deep breath, Zhao Linger said to Zhao Min, "How about I exchange the child? You let my son go and I will stay."
Zhao Min quickly shook her head: "You wish. Your cultivation is not much different from mine. Even if I can keep someone like you, I can't control your life or death. What if you hang yourself in my central military tent in a fit of rage? Then all my efforts will be in vain."
Looking at the grinning Zhao Min, Zhao Linger was almost mad with anger. After a long time, she spoke again: "So what exactly do you want?"
Zhao Min said with a smile: "At this point, I actually know that under this situation, this child may no longer be a threat to Zhang Wuji, but this does not stop me from disgusting him. Even if I can't disgust Zhang Wuji, it would be good to hit the morale of your Ming army."
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty is like a pig or a dog in my hands. What an interesting thing."
"Ha ha ha ha……".
Zhao Linger couldn't bear it any longer. Although her heart was bleeding, she had to take the next step.
Zhao Linger knew very well that tens of thousands of soldiers behind her were still watching. Because of her child, the Ming army had already lost the upper hand in momentum. If the stalemate continued, the situation would only get worse.
As a last resort, Zhao Linger could only grit her teeth and pull the bow in her hand.
Zhao Linger first aimed the arrow at Zhao Min, but Zhao Min just raised a disdainful smile at the corner of her mouth when she saw this.
But the next second, the disdainful smirk on Zhao Min's lips disappeared.
Because Zhao Linger raised the angle of the arrow.
Zhou Zhiruo was frightened and said, "Sister, don't!"
Zhao Linger had already loosened her grip on the bowstring, and the arrow was like a thunderbolt, heading straight for the vital point of her poor child.
This scene happened so suddenly that Zhou Zhiruo had no time to react.
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