After chasing for seven days, one big victory after another almost made Han Shantong revered as a god by the Holy Sect army of the White Lotus Sect. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info annihilated more than 10,000 enemies, obtained countless baggage, and retreated hundreds of miles from the enemy. The White Lotus Sect, which had a vicious breath, almost drove the Yuan army out of the mountains and rushed to the plain where there was nowhere to hide, preparing to annihilate the frightened Yuan army in one fell swoop, and then capture the damned Pingzhang Chakhan Timur alive.

All the Holy Sect Troops who followed the Heavenly Divine Sect Master believed that they were invincible beings at this time, existences that could sweep away the Yuan Army, and invincible existences.

Until they suddenly found that the Yuan army was no longer retreating, but re-arrayed, staring at themselves with those bloodthirsty eyes like wolves. Until they found that the two wings were suddenly dusty, and there were at least 100,000 more cavalry.

It seems to be a trap? The successive victories almost made Han Shantong himself believe that he was a god descending from the heavens, an invincible commander, and a supreme holy sect master. So at the moment he is a little unable to turn a corner.

Chakhan Timur, who had never entered the mountain at all, quickly found the big silk with the word "Holy Religion" written on it from the White Lotus Sect army, and this Pingzhang raised his horsewhip and lightly touched the big silk and said with a smile: "We folded 15,000 sons and daughters, just to annihilate this troubled White Lotus Sect in one fell swoop, sons, can you have the confidence to do it?"

The large-scale charge was accompanied by a resounding sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth, which was enough to make the Holy Sect army of the White Lotus Sect sober up and begin to be frightened after the word "yes".

There was no suspense, when the first row of Yuan army war horses rushed to the front of the Holy Sect Army, they didn't care about the so-called Holy Sect Army who were a little frightened, they just dragged the scimitar in their hands and slashed through the necks of those southerners, leaving a blood-spurting wound that was enough to kill.

The target is where the Great Leader of the White Lotus Sect is located, and it is where the leader of the White Lotus Sect is. The goal of all the Yuan troops was surprisingly the same, to crush those Nanren troops after beheading the enemy.

After suffering a lot at the beginning of the uprising, the fighting blood inherited from ancient times in the bones of the Yuan army has already been re-burned, led by the young Kuangku Timur, including this Chakhan Timur, a group of Yuan army generals began to prove to the world what kind of tiger and wolf army the Mengyuan cavalry army that had trampled iron hooves for thousands of miles.

The White Lotus Sect Holy Sect Army, which was the first to lose its heart after the ambush, could not resist at all under the charge of the frontal and two-way flank cavalry, and the huge psychological shadow brought by the middle ambush easily destroyed the confidence established by these proud soldiers, and the butcher's knife of the Yuan cavalry further made them put aside the so-called Holy Sect Army, the so-called sect master, the so-called everything, and only thought about fleeing for their lives.

Han Shantong didn't expect the result to be like this, he didn't expect his Holy Sect Army to be so vulnerable. Just like the army that had won consecutive battles before was just a flower in the moon mirror in the water, the poor White Lotus Sect Master woke up from a dream twice in just a few dozen days, and he was still awakened by the living reality in the face.

The front army fled backwards, and the rear army reacted much slower, so they couldn't escape, but the rear was washed into a pot of porridge.

At this time, the cavalry of the Yuan army harvested the lives of the White Lotus priests, and it became as easy as stretching out a spoon to hold porridge.

Han Shantong finally figured out one thing, that is, no matter what, he had to flee for his life first, what soldiers were suddenly defeated, what sect leader's might, what kind of winning streak, at the moment it was completely complete nonsense. My life is gone, what's the use of being a sect leader? What is the use of majesty? Can I keep myself alive? None of them!

So run away, Han Shantong's mind at this time was unprecedentedly bright. He changed his clothes with his guards for the first time, and led the team to break through with the armor of an ordinary soldier. Then, this White Lotus Sect Master threw off his personal guards in the shortest possible time, letting his body drown among the countless Holy Sect Troops, and using that team of loyal personal guards as bait, cannon fodder, and outcasts.

There were not many people in the Holy Sect Army who were really qualified to take a closer look at Han Shantong's face, so the White Lotus Sect Master at this time was just the most ordinary member of the countless fleeing Holy Sect Army. His original position was relatively backward, and thanks to this, he escaped at this moment, not far from the chaotic rear army.

If I can survive, I will definitely be able to!" Han Shantong kept instilling hope in himself to live, otherwise he really didn't know how he would be able to keep squeezing a way out of those desperate Holy Sect troops.

It's almost there, through that chaos, you will reach the rear army, you will be out of the encirclement, and the chances of survival will be greatly increased.

Han Shantong's physical exertion was extremely fast, but he just saw the person he least wanted to see appear in his field of vision at this time.

Han Lin'er rushed into the enemy with a standard of about 200 men and horses, and rushed straight towards the big sword that had not yet fallen. He was going to save his father, and that was his duty as a son of man.

Lin Er! Han Lin'er! Han Shantong screamed twice in his heart, and suddenly realized that he was standing where he was and no longer running away, even if there were constantly deserters from the Holy Altar Army bumping into him or rushing past him, this White Lotus Sect Master, who was only thinking about his life a moment ago, suddenly didn't want to run away.

Drawing his knife and raising his knife, Han Shantong roared angrily: "I am the White Lotus Sect Master, the Holy Sect Army, fight to the death with me!

Han Shantong resolutely turned around, raised the knife in his hand and rushed towards the place where the Yuan army had the most, which was also the goal of Han Lin'er's advance, which belonged to his own Daxu.

One, two, ten, hundred. More and more Holy Sect troops found that their sect leader was actually wearing the same ordinary armor, and he actually personally rushed forward from the place where the rear army was located, roaring incessantly, and one person took the lead! So these rear troops who were also preparing to flee began to rush forward, and those former and middle troops who were fleeing began to turn around and rush back.

If you run away and will die, why don't you fight to the death with the sect master? If you have the blessing of the gods, you will definitely be blessed by the gods if you follow the sect master!

The recoiling Holy Cult Army quickly went from 1,000 to 10,000, then to 50,000, to the whole army.

Those Yuan troops, who had only taken advantage of it for a short time, and had not even been able to rush to the vicinity of the big sword, suddenly found that those wastes that were originally holding their heads and scurrying had turned into madmen who would take their lives again.

Seeing the changes, Chakhan Timur decisively ordered the cavalry not to fall in love with the battle, and 100,000 steps forward.

If the cavalry is put into a foot formation, the lethality will be reduced by more than one percent. The White Lotus Sect Holy Sect Army, which had restarted the charge and was desperate, knew that Chakhan Timur, who was one of the few Pingzhang generals in the Yuan Army, naturally knew better.

Han Shantong, who had gone crazy, was desperately protected by all the Holy Sect soldiers, so he didn't even have a single knife mark on his body except for killing the enemy. Rushing back to Da Xuan one step ahead of Han Lin'er, Han Shantong looked at the captain of the personal guard who had been killed by a cold arrow but still held on to Da Xu, and looked at the personal guards who had died in the rush that had just escorted him.

The White Lotus Sect Master let out what was probably the strongest roar of anger in his life, filled with anger towards himself. He said to Han Lin'er, who had just rushed in: "Aren't these Holy Sect soldiers my children? Lin'er, carry the big sword and take the head of the dog of Nachakhan Timur with his father!"