Chapter 853: A difficult choice

"Click!"

With a crisp sound of fracture, the blood-clothed neck was shattered like a dead tree.

As soon as the "Demonic Coach" Zhao Deyan appeared, the morale of Yipintang was immediately taken away.

At this moment, who else would not know that the person who appeared was a powerful person in the mythology realm?

Facing the Mongolian Iron Cavalry with the protection of the powerful Mythical Realm, the morale of Yipintang was immediately dispelled. People who rushed to the nearby were watching a large number of brothers being swept out by Zhao Deyan with a long spear. People within 30 meters were as if they were hit by a train head-on, flying backwards in one by one...

The core disciples of Yipintang are the first to be affected.

Once this group of elite soldiers died, let alone the rest, under the protection of the demon coach Zhao Deyan and several demon sect masters, they resumed their rampant crushing momentum.

Rumbled towards the depths of Yipintang...

Wherever the iron hooves arrive, those who block them are invincible!

"day……"

"Run!"

"It's a powerful person in the myth realm, please withdraw quickly."

Losing the Blood Clothing and a group of core disciples of the Yipin Hall, the remaining people were difficult for even the Mongolian iron cavalry to get close to. The iron hooves were crushed, and no one could stop the iron hooves from being crushed.

In a few minutes, the Mongolian cavalry came and went like the wind, rushing around the Yipintang army, and there was a cross between them. At least more than 10,000 people were lost to Yipintang - this was because the people in Yipintang were very good. If they were replaced by other people, they would have been completely destroyed.

Mengyun did not appear on the front line.

But on a small hill, he looked down at the Mongolian cavalry rushing around the area where the densest crowds of people on his side, clenched his hands into fists, almost clenched into purple, and his face was very pale.

It only took less than ten minutes...

Yipintang has lost more than 10,000 people, including a group of elite core disciples of Yipintang, and also put on the blood clothes of the deputy hall master.

"Okay, please be happy."

Mengyun gritted her teeth and wanted to bite off a piece of happy meat.

Once upon a time, Yipintang suffered such a great loss on the front battlefield!

One hundred thousand people, the encirclement and suppression that they were determined to win, actually lost the siege and even broke into the trap set up happily...

"I'm going to spend the whole time with you today and see who can hold on."

Fortunately, death in the mission area will not be severely punished for death. Meng Yun also knows that the four major gangs have made great achievements in combat. After death, their military achievements will be zero, and their losses will be far above the First Pintang. Although they are anxious and angry, they are still not confused.

She still has more than 80,000 people in her hands!

There are only three thousand Mongolian cavalry...

"Come!"

"Master!"

"Start the isolation plan and lead the Mongolian cavalry brigade to other directions, don't worry about death and injury! Others stop attacking! Use ten thousand people to lure the cavalry far away! Just leave the camp! Others, just keep the camp to capture Kaixin with all their strength." After a pause, a cold murderous intent flashed in Mengyun's eyes: "I don't believe it, how long can your internal strength and physical protection last... Wu Xiong, leave this to you, find an opportunity to destroy Kaixin."

A snow-white flying knife was handed to a core disciple of Yipintang beside him, Mengyun no longer paid attention to the battlefield...

"yes!"

The latter took Xiao Li's flying knife, was overjoyed, and happily took the order into the crowd.

Mengyun’s plan is not unpopular:

Xiao Li's flying knife was used in such a chaotic and complicated situation in the hands of a strange face. Even if he was happy... he could not escape this disaster!

Countless sacrifices were made just to lead the Mongolian cavalry away and clear the battlefield...

Once successful, the remaining Yipintang people should stay on the grassland, and the four major gangs will go online one after another, one will come back and one will die, without a single sentence.

...

However, another ten minutes passed!

Yipintang's plan has not improved at all.

The happiness is still waving in the crowd, galloping and killing people, and the sword lights are splashing everywhere, and no one can stop it.

The Mongolian cavalry was not led away at all.

No matter what direction the firepower of Yipintang is, or the people in other directions are like retreating and creating blank isolation belts, the Mongolian cavalry seemed to have identified the direction of the camp and the happy place, and they were unable to get caught.

Yipintang lost tens of thousands of people for this, and achieved nothing...

...

At this time, Meng Yun vaguely saw something strange. The goal of the Mongolian cavalry was clearly happy...

Kaixin has been wandering around the places where the four major gangs are offline, fighting constantly, and has also learned torches. When he started, he extinguished all the torches around him, and the surroundings are pitch black, which has caused Wu Xiong to have no chance to attack.

In the crowd, only the sharp and white sword light was seen, and the sound of the body being torn and pierced. In the chaos, no torch could remain for more than three seconds, and the happy figure would not stay in the light for more than three seconds.

But the happy actions attracted the Mongolian cavalry to rush to the ground...

Follow the happy ones, over and over again, and rush around the four major gangs in the garrison area!

Seeing this, Meng Yun clenched his fists...

She is facing a difficult choice now!

Or, continue to fight for the camp and consume with the Mongolian cavalry;

Or, withdraw troops immediately and leave this area, so that Happy will be fucked with the Mongolian cavalry and the Demonic Commander.

If you choose the former, Yipintang can certainly suppress the four major gangs and prevent them from coming up, but the remaining 70,000 people in Yipintang may not be able to afford it.

The Three Thousand Mongolian Iron Cavalry protected by a large number of masters of the Demon Sect is a fast-moving human flesh mixer. No grass can be left wherever you pass!

If you choose the latter, this action will be completely failed...

I wasted a day and the deployment of troops, which cost nearly 30,000 people! When it was reported, Yipintang was bleak and its dominance in the north might also be shaken!

...

Time is lost bit by bit.

The morale of Yipintang is slumping wildly.

Being happy to fight in the formation becomes crazy, no one can stop him;

The three thousand Mongolian cavalry led by the Demon Master and a group of Demon Sect masters were like entering a no-man!

On the grassland, corpses are everywhere!

Yipintang has lost more than 20,000 people...

The people from the four major gangs were unable to see the shadows, and there was only one happy rushing around in their most deadly place; there was also an almost invincible demon who followed him and cheered.

Who has the intention to continue making trouble in this situation?

More than 70,000 people began to avoid them from afar...

Looking at the Mongolian cavalry rushing among the sparse crowd, their faces were filled with helpless decay and depressedness.

...

"Master!"

"Get away!"

Several senior executives of Yipintang surrounded Mengyun and tried to persuade him with a sad face: "Master, if you continue to fight, your brothers will be beaten away!"

"Early 30,000 people have died..."

"If we drag on, wait until the four major gangs come up, even if we want to fight, we can't fight."

"Shut up all of them."

Hearing the noise of a group of people around him, Meng Yun's face turned pale and gritted her teeth and said something that made everyone tremble:

"You think you can still retreat now!? As long as you are happy and don't give up for a moment, the Mongolian cavalry will keep biting behind and hunting..."

The group of people turned pale and realized:

It turned out that when they had never discovered it, Kaixin had been silently controlling the direction of the battlefield.

That's right...

With the Mongolian Iron Cavalry in hand, Happy will definitely not give up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attack Yipintang.

This time!

Either they were all killed back to Alu City, or they were defeated on their own and returned to the Central Plains Camp...
Chapter completed!