For monk Wanyan Chen, he could not defeat these Mongolian troops who had come and go like the wind before, and he could not catch up with them.

Even if he caught up, the overwhelming rain of arrows shot by the Mongolian cavalry made it difficult for him to get close to.

But now, the Tongzhou Army's super maneuverability and extremely long range of rifles actually made the party tortured to death on the grassland become Mongolian troops! "You guys are so fucked today... the dead Tartars!"

At this moment, Monk Wanyan Chen's heart was suppressed and beaten by the Mongolians for so many years. The resentment accumulated was swept away. Don't mention the pleasure in his heart!... He made Feiyang's troops run wildly for more than a hundred miles, and he killed about 20,000 Mongolian troops along the way.

Now the troops under Bolu have quickly shrunk to more than 30,000.

When he finally hoped that the Hong Xingjun behind him would be tired from running. At this moment, it was the second hundred miles and just ran to the end.

And then...yes, you're not wrong.

As soon as Bolu turned around, he saw a red soul-chasing death signal flare again! In the distance of the prairie, a unit covered in black armor was wrapped in the power of covering the sky and the sun, pressing like a mountain! Under the banner of the Aoxing Army, Yang Miaozhen, the commander of the Eastern Army, appeared... Their troops took Ling Feiyang's baton and began to pursue forward again! At this moment, a sad howling sounded instantly in the Mongolian army!...The Mongolian soldiers knew that they were about to run away.

If you run wildly for the last time, most of the war horses in their team will be exhausted.

They had already run for two hundred miles at the speed of sprinting. Their horses were now sweating and exhausted, and their muscles were trembling.

Often, while running, a horse stumbles, and falls on this grassland with people and horses.

Grassland! This should have been their paradise! They are the masters here, the god of war flying here! But now they are being chased by people on the grassland to death, and are tortured by the unpredictable Tongzhou army like a group of living ghosts! At this time, Shen Mo made a gesture to Shi Tianze and Wanyan Chen, leaving Ling Feiyang to continue leading the army, and he himself led the two of them to run towards Yang Miaozhen quickly.

At this moment, Yang Miaozhen's cavalry also began to accelerate and chased the cavalry of Bolu from the slant.

At the same time, a loud military singing sounded in their ranks.

This military song is tragic and majestic, and roars out from the chests of ten thousand Shandong strong men.

It echoed on the prairie and echoed in the hearts of all the Tongzhou soldiers.

But it aroused a chill in the hearts of the defeated Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side!... Burn! The Immortal Legion! I am the sharp sword that pierced the darkness, awakened the horn of dawn, and smashed the iron fist of the Ice Peak.

I am fearless, never stop, forget life and death, and move forward!...I am the military soul guarding China, the everlasting dangerous peak, and the flames in the cold wind.

I love killing and rushing thousands of miles.

Blood is like the sea, bones are like mountains!...I am the bloody demon, the heart-eating demon, the source of nightmare.

I never show mercy, never pity, invincible, fight to the death!... Your god of death is coming, your fear is coming, trembling under my blade! Burning! The Undead Legion of the Song Dynasty!... In this song, the Shandong Aoxing Army, under Yang Miaozhen's leading edge, rushed like a black wave.

The military songs sung by thousands of people were like this vast grassland roaring angryly! At this moment, all the Mongolian soldiers from Bolu to his men had a strange illusion.

They are no longer the owner of this grassland, and Changshengtian has abandoned them forever.

Now these arrogant and arrogant soldiers have completely destroyed and crushed the pride in their hearts. They have been knocked down again and again in the ruthless pursuit, until everything they are proud of is destroyed.

An army without faith is still a certain army.

Can a warrior who survives in such a situation still be considered a warrior?

When they once again as they gathered their remaining strength and ran forward desperately, they were no different from rabbits and wild rats on the grassland.

These Mongolian cavalry, whose backbone was removed and their pride were broken, could never go back!...Shen Mo caught up with Yang Miaozhen's troops, and they chased and ran a hundred miles again.

Before returning to the 300-mile node, Bolu decisively bypassed the straight line to Huanzhou and instead made a big circle thirty or forty miles away.

In this tragic third wave of pursuit, Bolu's troops were wiped out again with 25,000 troops, and at this moment his troops were only less than 8,000 or 9,000.

Now Bolu's fragile little heart could no longer withstand any blows. He knew that if he ran over like this, there would be no other surprise waiting for him except for encountering the third Tongzhou army that continued to chase him.

At this time, Shen Mo saw that Yang Miaozhen's Aoxing Army was also chasing her troops and stopped.

After they stopped, Monk Wanyan Chen and the monk Wanyan and the Meng Jun who were running out of the thorn worriedly, and asked Shen Mo with a gloomy face: "The direction of Bolu's escape this time was he chose casually.

In this way, can the next killing force still stop them?"

"Where is the third stock? Do you think I am the Supreme Laojun, and I can sprinkle beans and become soldiers?"

At this time, Shen Mo had run wildly for a morning and his face was covered in dust. His face was covered with sweat.

However, he opened his mouth and showed his white teeth. He smiled and said to Shi Tianze and the others: "From the beginning to the end, there are only three robbery troops, and there are no more."

"That Bolu is willing to run around in circles, that's his business.

However, his detour this time was a waste of time. From here to Huanzhou, he could go straight... "Wither hell, he heard Shen Mo say this, Yang Miaozhen covered his mouth with a smile.

To be honest, I am so cunning.

That Bolu is now exhausted, but he still has to go on a detour after being frightened by the teacher.

This time, Bolu deserves to be unlucky with an opponent like his teacher!… “If that were the case, should we go back too?”

At this time, Shi Tianze smiled and asked Shen Mo, "Now our combat mission has been completed, and the 120,000 troops of Bolu's southbound troops were beaten to only 10,000.

It was the commander who deliberately stayed on the grassland to spread panic. This time, Temujin could not hold back his miserable defeat no matter what."

"No, keep moving forward."
Chapter completed!