Su Mengdie watched intently. Even if she didn't use her inner strength, she might not even be able to deal with those four children. They were too cruel.

The four little monks were only seven to nine years old. They were jumping up and down in the crowd of people with long sticks in their hands. Their eyes were cold. As soon as the stick was lowered, more than a dozen big Yao soldiers flew into the air, rotated 360 degrees, and fell.

He fell to the ground, although he didn't die, but it would be difficult to get up in a short time.

The old abbot almost always stood on top of people's heads and flew back and forth, giving commands while sweeping. With sharp eyes, he saw more than a thousand people fleeing towards the three-way intersection and shouted: "Eighteen Bronze Men!"

"exist!"

All eighteen people in the middle immediately responded.

"Block the dead end!"

"yes!"

Eighteen young men with ease performed somersaults together and knocked down countless enemies around them. Then they handsomely trampled on the heads of those people and flew to the intersection. With one palm of each person, they smashed the towering trees, "Kaka"

With a few clicks, big trees fell to the ground, completely blocking the road. This left people who were about to retreat speechless.

What a powerful soldier. I have never heard of such powerful soldiers in South Vietnam before, right? One against a hundred is terrifying.

Not many people came out at first, and everyone still had a disdainful attitude. After a cup of tea, they all realized that something was wrong, and they didn't kill him. Did they want to capture him alive? The most shocking thing is that they didn't kill him.

Even if you kill them, you can beat them to a rout. But they are holding knives and trying to draw blood. The sad thing is that they can't even get close to a child.

All of them are considered to be extraordinary.

The South Vietnamese soldiers were so powerful, why did they lose the city of Suyang? This is simply unbelievable.

"Well done!" Su Mengdie saw that the enemy wanted to retreat in less than ten minutes, so she clapped her hands vigorously and looked behind her: "Drums up!"

"Hoo ho ho ho!"

'Dong-dong-dong!'

The sound of horns and war drums sounded one after another, making the people in Shaolin Temple even more excited. Although many people accidentally died under the enemy's sword, it was only a few people, and the rest didn't hurt even if they were kicked.

The one that didn't itch bounced back again, and when the stick hit him, not only did the person who kicked him get knocked down, but more than 20 people around him flew three meters away.

"Brother!"

Seeing a monk being stabbed in the abdomen, four young monks screamed and stepped forward to help. It can be said that thousands of people were united in their hearts and never only cared about themselves. Seeing the blood of their fellow disciples, everyone knew that this battle must be resolved as soon as possible.

The Ninety-seven Eagles who control the eagle are not inferior to any monk at all. The moves they use are not from Shaolin, but they are combined with the superb martial arts of various sects.

Su Mengdie couldn't hold it back any longer, gritted her teeth and said, "I'll fight everyone you can!" She jumped off her horse, picked up the dead monk's stick and joined the battle. The number of enemies was too large, and the scene was very chaotic.

He bumped into the blade. In this battle, South Vietnam was at a disadvantage. In a duel between killing and non-killing, the former would basically win.

Wanqi Shenfeng and Fu Yunche looked at each other and had to dismount from their horses and draw out an unknown spear. They broke off the tip of the weapon and swept all the way to stand behind Su Mengdie.

Qianxue watched for a while, her eyes fixed on Yu Ying, because she found that Song Feilong seemed to be ready to make a dirty trick at any time. She slowly took off the bow and arrow on the horse and pointed it at Song Feilong, ready to attack at any time.

Sure enough, when Yu Ying was unprepared, Song Feilong conjured a dart from his waist like a magic trick. No need to think about it, it was definitely poisonous. When the man shot it, Yu Ying was also fighting against several generals in the enemy army.
Chapter completed!