After hearing what Zhao Linger said, Zhang Wuji sighed again and said, "It takes time for the generals to convey the message."
"Longcheng is too far away from Dadu. What's more, I can't fully believe that Zhang Dingbian can hold back Duan Zihao and Han Yulou."
"Just talking about cultivation, Han Yulou is definitely above me, and if Duan Zihao goes crazy, I'm afraid he will be above me too. After all, that bastard chased me for more than a hundred miles in one breath with a sword a few years ago. If he wasn't a little older and couldn't keep up with the strength, I might have died under his sword that year."
After all the analysis, the women present fell into deep thought again.
There was nothing Zhang Wuji could do about it, so even if the others racked their brains, they would probably not be able to come up with a decent plan to deal with it.
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Linger finally spoke: "Young Master, everyone has their own expertise. What you are thinking of now, the generals under your command can naturally think of as well. They have fought with you for many years, and they must have some unique insights into war."
"You might as well discuss the matters of the decisive battle with the generals first, and then make some corresponding preparations."
Zhou Zhiruo said coldly: "Now that things have come to this, it doesn't matter if we rest for a few hours."
"Zhang Wuji is injured, you should feel sorry for her."
Zhao Linger also glared at Zhou Zhiruo coldly. She wanted to retort, but when she thought that Zhang Wuji was injured because he was with her, she was afraid that Zhou Zhiruo was just looking for an excuse to quarrel with her. Therefore, Zhao Linger swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Zhang Wuji also looked at the two of them helplessly. In fact, he had always been unable to understand one thing, that is, the two sisters were obviously the kind of friends who could entrust their lives to each other, but they always liked to quarrel for no reason.
Zhang Wuji said: "The war is imminent, some things cannot be delayed, I still need to discuss matters concerning the decisive battle with all the generals."
"You two, please leave me alone. After I leave, you are not allowed to quarrel or fight. If the soldiers see us, they will laugh at me."
Zhao Linger quickly said: "Don't worry, sir, I can still handle the affairs in the harem."
Without waiting for Zhou Zhiruo to react, Zhang Wuji left the central military tent.
Then, Zhao Linger said to Yang Buhui and Wei Xiangjun, "You two girls, you toss and turn all night long last night, and did so many miscellaneous things today. You must be exhausted now. You should find a place to rest as soon as possible."
Yang Buhui and Wei Xiangjun looked at each other, but didn't say anything. They turned around and left.
At this moment, only Zhao Linger and Zhou Zhiruo were left in the central military tent.
Zhao Linger then forced a smile and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Sister Zhiruo, it was my fault that I failed to protect the young master last night. I know you are angry, and I didn't want this to happen."
"If time could go back, I would rather take that arrow for you."
Zhou Zhiruo also glared at Zhao Linger coldly: "That enemy is already injured like this, what's the point of you saying all this nonsense now."
"Now is the critical moment of the current situation. If he encounters an accident, it won't be a big deal for us women to remain widows, but the Ming Dynasty's empire, which has been hard-won, may be in danger of collapse at any time. Your cultivation is not much different from that enemy. I don't want you to get hurt for him, but why can't you wake up to this point?"
Zhao Linger was speechless, but her current attitude gave Zhou Zhiruo the feeling that she seemed indifferent.
Zhou Zhiruo said angrily again: "Say something, if you think I'm being unreasonable to you, let's have a big fight."
Zhao Linger then smiled bitterly and said: "From the moment the young master was injured, I knew that you would definitely blame me. However, it's not your fault. If you didn't blame me at all, I would feel something was wrong."
Zhou Zhiruo said: "Are you waiting for me to teach you a lesson?"
Zhao Linger smiled bitterly: "I don't care about my son anymore. If you scold me a few times and it makes you feel better, I don't mind."
…
I lost my son! Zhou Zhiruo was speechless for a moment.
She forgot that the person who was most disappointed in last night's action should be Zhao Linger, the mother.
Seeing her child being held in the arms of that bitch Zhao Min, and she being unable to do anything, Zhou Zhiruo could imagine the frustration and loss she felt.
She originally just wanted to vent her anger on Zhao Linger, but now that she thought about it, she calmed down.
After all, she really believed that if time could go back, she would definitely want to take that arrow for Zhang Wuji.
After a moment's silence, Zhou Zhiruo said softly: "Forget it, I know you are in a bad mood, and you are just forcing yourself to smile. It is not your fault that your enemy was injured. Let's put this matter behind us, and I will never mention it again."
Zhao Linger was stunned for a moment: "Sister Zhiruo, such a big thing, are you going to let me go so easily?"
Zhou Zhiruo said: "What can I do if I don't let you go? At most I will just have a big fight with you. Besides, with your temper, even if you didn't get angry with me at that time, you would definitely give me a good beating when you get the chance later."
"I'll let you off once. Next time, when I let you off by mistake, you should be more kind with your words."
…
After a sneak attack, neither Zhang Wuji nor Zhao Min gained the upper hand.
The two of them are currently still in a stalemate before the decisive battle.
However, the other three armies could not get a moment's peace.
The soldiers under Yang Xiao were still traveling day and night, and he was desperately trying to get closer to Longcheng. Under such a high-intensity march, his soldiers were already exhausted physically and mentally, but he had no choice. He lost Jinyang and the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty. If it happened to another emperor, he would have been beheaded eighty times. But Zhang Wuji did not complain at all.
The more this happened, the more Yang Xiao felt sorry for Zhang Wuji.
If he fails to achieve some results in this decisive battle, he will not even have the face to live on.
Han Yulou's mentality at this moment is similar to Yang Xiao's.
Zhao Min was his only disciple in his life. As a master, he had to win a chance for Zhao Min to turn the tables in this crucial battle. Otherwise, the fall of the Yuan Dynasty would be a small matter. If something happened to Zhao Min, there would be no point for him, as a master, to continue living.
Then there are Zhu'er's two thousand soldiers. Yu Fei and Zhu'er are even more concerned about Zhang Wuji's safety. No matter what, their troops must arrive at the battlefield in time and win this most crucial battle for Zhang Wuji at the most critical moment.
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