Countless Yuan troops, following Zhao Min, rushed into the Ming Cult camp.
But there are also countless Ming Cult soldiers who are fighting desperately to block the gap torn open by Zhao Min.
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Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Linger also flew to Zhao Min's side.
When Zhao Min saw the two women, she just smiled slightly.
She first said to Zhao Linger: "Sister, can you still have some shame? Although you and I are in different camps, you should at least have some conscience. I just spared your life yesterday, and you blocked my way again today."
"You are so disrespectful to me by doing this."
Although Zhao Linger is usually carefree and always looks talkative and cheerful, at this moment, a trace of guilt appeared on her face.
Zhao Linger said to Zhao Min: "Actually, I don't want to stand in front of you, but there is nothing I can do about it."
"Or, you lead your troops to retreat now, and I promise not to chase you."
Zhao Min smiled slightly: "Sister, you look very smart, why are you talking nonsense? The war has come to this point, I will never retreat even if I die."
Zhao Min raised the sword in her hand, and a cold light emanated from the blade that could cut hair.
Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Linger also tightened their grip on the swords in their hands.
The two of them thought they would have a life-and-death battle with Zhao Min, but what they didn't expect was that Zhao Min did not attack them, but flew to another place.
The reason why Zhao Min did not get entangled with them was naturally because she had her own plans.
Behind her, there were 50,000 troops, but at the moment, only a two-meter-long hole was torn in the Mingjiao camp.
It's like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.
If Zhao Min had not ordered the 50,000 soldiers behind her to charge forward, she would never have won the battle.
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Zhao Min waved the sword in her hand like crazy.
Wherever her sword passed, whether it was a person or an object, it was cut in two.
Those shields that blocked the Yuan army were swept away by Zhao Min with overwhelming force.
In an instant, more Yuan troops poured into the Mingjiao camp.
Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Linger were both horrified.
The two of them flew up, their shining swords heading straight for Zhao Min's face.
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On the other side, under the leadership of Yang Xiao, the Ming Cult soldiers in Longcheng were still rushing westward, but following behind them were more than 100,000 pursuers.
Along the way, many Mingjiao soldiers died at the hands of the pursuing soldiers.
But at this moment, generals such as Yang Xiao could not take care of so many things. Even if they wanted to, they could not do so.
In war, there are always casualties.
Generals like Yang Xiao could only hope to reunite with Zhang Wuji's army as soon as possible. As long as they could reunite, they would have a chance of survival.
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At this time, Zhang Wuji and Duan Zihao showed their style as peerless masters in another way.
The speed of these two people is much faster than those galloping horses.
Zhang Wuji ran in front and Duan Zihao chased behind.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji was already quite helpless.
He was a little puzzled now. In this world, there were only one or two people whom he could not beat, but those one or two people appeared in front of him at this critical moment.
Zhang Wuji ran westward, running wildly all the way.
He now needs to return to his Mingjiao camp as soon as possible.
Zhang Wuji knew in his heart that Zhao Min must have already begun attacking his Ming Cult camp.
The hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses there were to be used to defend Jinyang in the future. If they were destroyed by Zhao Min at this time, the three provinces of Hexi that he had previously spent a lot of effort to seize would also be burned to ashes.
Zhang Wuji ran desperately, and he had already demonstrated all the legendary skills such as flying on the grass and floating on the water to the fullest.
In just over half an hour, Zhang Wuji had run eighty or ninety miles.
Even those Mingjiao soldiers who broke through were left behind by him.
Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "Damn it, my two legs can run faster than the two horses last night. If I had known this would happen, I would have run here last night."
Duan Zihao chased Zhang Wuji desperately.
He knew very well that if he failed to kill Zhang Wuji today, it would be very difficult to kill him in the future.
"Zhang Wuji is only in his twenties this year, while Duan Zihao is already in his forties."
"Just like Duan Zihao said before, when he was in his twenties, he was still far from Zhang Wuji's current level of cultivation."
"Duan Zihao knows that if things continue like this, Zhang Wuji will completely surpass him within three to five years. To prevent this from happening, Duan Zihao will catch up with him even if he breaks his legs."
"Zhang Wuji must be killed to prevent future troubles."
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On the other side, the fight between Zhao Min and the Ming Cult soldiers continued.
Today's battle situation is similar to yesterday's.
Both armies fought to the death.
Zhao Min understood better than anyone that she was the soul of the soldiers behind her. As long as she was not dead, the soldiers behind her would continue to fight bravely.
If he fell, the soldiers behind him would be in danger of total defeat.
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Zhou Zhiruo's long blue and white floral dress had already been stained red with blood.
While killing the Yuan soldiers, she and Zhao Linger were also chasing Zhao Min.
In Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, the current war is already quite unfavorable to the Ming Cult army.
Although the Mingjiao army has not shown any signs of defeat, its casualties are greater than those of the Yuan army.
If they fought in this life-for-life manner, even if they could annihilate all of Zhao Min's troops, they would still have to pay the price of another 70,000 to 80,000 people.
Zhou Zhiruo knew in her heart that these soldiers in front of her were hard-earned. These people were the foundation for Zhang Wuji to unify the world. She must not let these soldiers die here.
Zhou Zhiruo has made a decision. Even if she has to pay with her own life today, she must keep Zhao Min's life here.
As long as Zhao Min died, the Yuan Empire would be leaderless, and Zhang Wuji's pace of unifying the world would be much faster.
Zhou Zhiruo flew up again, sword in hand.
Her cold sword blade once again aimed at Zhao Min's vital point.
Zhao Min, feeling murderous intent, looked back.
When Zhao Min discovered that the murderous aura came from Zhou Zhiruo's sword, she felt a sense of helplessness and anger.
Zhao Min thought to herself, "This Zhou Zhiruo is really ignorant of death. I have been avoiding her today, but why does she have to pick on me?"
Zhao Min is the empress dowager of the Yuan Dynasty. She is the fifth best martial artist in the world and a female marshal who can lead troops to fight and is invincible.
But what Zhou Zhiruo did today insulted Zhao Minmin.
Zhao Min also wanted to kill Zhou Zhiruo, "Since you are looking for death, you can't blame me."
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