"No, if he doesn't die, there are more people who are going to die. Next year's day is the North King's Day of worship. I want him to pay the price for the dead heroes!" Zhou Jian roared.

Then he squeezed his legs into the horse's belly, held up his long sword, and shouted: "The whole army pursues, don't let anyone go!"

"Yes!" The surrounding troops approached quickly and immediately followed his pace and pursued the fugitive rebels.

The entire eight-wall platform was filled with ruins, corpses, broken chariots, and caltrops, so the enemy's escape seemed very full, and they were even crowded together.

This gave Zhou Jian a huge opportunity. He even forgot the pain, the many scars on his body, and led his army to counterattack. His momentum was like a rainbow, and tens of thousands of troops were as strong as the sky and the sky was overwhelming!

Puff puff puff!!

The battle of pursuit was extremely tragic and the body was thrown all over the floor.

Who would have thought that in just one day of fierce battle, the strongest trump card of the North King would escape!

In this way, the two sides chased and fought for a total of four hours, and they fought until late at night, with dark clouds rolling and no five fingers reached out.

Beiyuan heavy cavalry suffered heavy losses and were defeated all the way, and were killed tens of thousands of people, without any intention to fight.

After Zhou Ke broke his hand, he fell into a coma.

In the end, his heavy cavalry was dispersed, and the largest group of seven thousand people fled to a hill called "Huishan".

Following closely was Zhou Jian. With his order, the entire army surrounded the place.

Torches rose everywhere, illuminating the sky into daylight.

On the Huishan Mountain, seven thousand people were in a mess, wailing endlessly, and panic. Everyone knew it was over, it was completely over!

Bang!!

On the hill, in a dilapidated temple, many rebels worked together to lift Zhou Ke, covered in blood and pale faces as pale as paper.

"Hurry, stop the bleeding from the prince!"

"The emperor's army is about to attack, it's too late!" The senior officials were extremely panicked and unwilling to accept it, but they were already at the end of their journey.

Just then, suddenly!

A monk wearing a yellow cassock, a trumpet hat and half of his shoulders came out from the depths of the temple. His scriptures and outfits did not look like monks from the Great Zhou Dynasty, but rather a bit like the commonly known as the "Western Regions trumpet".

Their facial features are three-dimensional than those of the Han people, but their skin color is the same. And this person always gives people a bad coolness when walking in the darkness of the torch.

"It's you!" The confidant beside the King of Bei exclaimed and almost drew his sword.

"Why are you here? Didn't the King of Northern drove you away last time? What do you want to do?" The defeated generals in the dilapidated temple were already full of soldiers.

The Western Regions Laba just smiled faintly, facing kindness, but kindness was filled with a hint of contempt and coldness.

"If you don't want him to die, just stop me."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and then someone gritted his teeth and said, "Can you save the Northern King?"

"Of course!" Western Regions Laba smiled faintly, and his chest was full of strength.

"Okay, if something happens to the Northern King, I will kill you first!" Someone threatened fiercely.

The Western Region Laba didn't care. The look of looking at people was as high as the top, which was very evil. Then he quickly walked to the unconscious Zhou Ke.

I turned my back to everyone, and I don’t know what I had tinkered with.

At most, it was more than twenty breaths, and the blood was lost. Zhou Ke, who was about to die, woke up weakly, which was so terrifying!

Even when Sun Youyu sees him, he will probably be dumbfounded.

"Prince, Amitabha, we meet again." He smiled.

Zhou Ke could no longer stand up and asked hoarsely: "Where is the emperor? Are you dead?"
Chapter completed!