Even the Mongols who advanced to the bottom of Wusha Fort had similar thoughts to Yang Woyan. Their forward momentum suddenly stopped, and the rain of arrows suddenly became sparse. Behind their queue, the knights in Nayan costumes shouted repeatedly
Drink, there are many Na Ke'er running back and forth. They either blow the horns or fire the blasts. It seems that they are mobilizing the subordinates in other directions of Wusha Castle to quickly return to the north and join the main team.
Seeing this scene, all the slaves of Han'er, who thought they were going to die, jumped for joy, and cheers came one after another.
Yang Woyan said happily: "Okay! Okay! The Mongols have been scared off! I, the Great Zhou Dynasty, are mighty!"
Lu Wusi sneered twice.
Lu Shu shook his head: "That's not the army of Zhou Dynasty. It's the headquarters of the Golden Family that suppresses the grassland, subordinates of Belgutai. They arrived a little late."
"ah?"
Yang Woyan's hand suddenly lost strength. The shield fell down with a clang, almost hitting the four noble jars.
Chapter completed!