Wang Zhen'er glanced back and saw that there was no one on the boat, and a line of tears flowed from the corner of her eyes.

"Aunt Saint, let's go!" Zhou Nian'an persuaded softly.

The three of them watched Zhu Yuanzhang's men disappear into the night without saying a word to persuade them to stay, but their hearts were full of helplessness and sadness.

"Let's go!"

They took the remaining 800 people and embarked on the already planned evacuation route.

Halfway through, a group of people suddenly appeared on both sides of the road, bringing them unexpected trouble.

"Want to run away? Leave the food behind!"

"Dear friends, I am Zhou Nian'an, the leader of the White Lotus Sect's Dizi Banner. Can you give me a thin noodle?"

"What kind of flag is this? I've never heard of it. If you don't give it to me, take it yourself! Kill!"

"Protect the Saint!"

Wang Zhen'er looked at the figure rushing over, and the solemn expression on her face became darker and darker.

"Nian'an, please take Saint Aunt away quickly!"

Zhou Nian'an and Xia Zhongjin did not expect that someone would come to intercept and kill them.

Xia Zhongjin watched his followers fall one by one, knowing that the situation was hopeless, so he decided to sacrifice himself to save Wang Zhen'er, Zhou Nian'an, and the food.

"Brothers from Huangziqi, kill me!"

As Xia Zhongjin's roar sounded, someone in the fighting crowd responded: "Yes!"

Then, a team of two hundred people roared and charged towards the enemy.

Xia Zhongjin was in the middle of a fierce battle and had no time to care about the believers around him.

When he saw Zhou Nian'an and Wang Zhen'er out of danger, his nervous expression relaxed, and a relieved smile fell on his bronze face like the spring sunshine.

Like a tiger descending from a mountain, he rushed into the crowd, slashing left and right. His bravery and determination were like a violent storm, shocking everyone.

Until he fought to the last drop of blood, he fell to the ground like a huge mountain.

The leader looked at Xia Zhongjin who was on the ground, his cold eyes were like a cold blade, he raised the knife and plunged it into Xia Zhongjin's chest.

This cold leader is like a wild beast, his eyes are full of cruelty and coldness.

Zhou Nian'an and Wang Zhen'er looked at the battlefield from a distance after escaping from danger. The sadness on their faces was like the fallen leaves in late autumn, covering their hearts piece by piece.

They were silent, their heavy hearts like an unmovable mountain.

"Holy aunt, now is not the time to be sad, hurry up!" Zhou Nian'an dragged Wang Zhen'er and galloped away towards the west of Lijin County.

Their heartbeats were like those of chased deer, galloping through the silent night.

However, Zhou Nian'an suddenly discovered that the air around them seemed to have solidified, and it was so silent that only their own breathing and heartbeats remained.

He looked at the slightly shining sky, his face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were full of fear.

When the sky was illuminated by a dazzling light, and the sun rose from the horizon like a red sun, at this moment, a rain of arrows fell from the sky as if summoned.

Arrows flew towards them like hailstones, carrying a cold and decisive aura.

"Not good!" Zhou Nian'an's exclamation echoed in the air.

He jumped up and took Wang Zhen'er to hide in the bushes aside.

Their heart beats like a chased hare, racing in endless fear.

They looked out the window at the massacre of congregants, feeling helpless and angry. Their faces were as pale as snow, and their hearts were filled with grief and despair. They could only watch this tragedy happening, but they could do nothing.

Wang Zhen'er gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with determination.

She took a deep breath and said to Zhou Nian'an: "Uncle Zhou, let's go, we don't want this food anymore." Her voice was firm and calm, like a petrel in the storm, unyielding.

"But this food!" Zhou Nian'an was a little unwilling. Their efforts and gains would be in vain.

"If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. As long as people are alive, you won't be worried about lack of food. Let's withdraw!" Wang Zhen'er's voice was full of determination and firmness.

She knows that life is more important than anything else.

"Alas! Let's go." Zhou Nian'an sighed. He knew that Wang Zhen'er was right. They couldn't risk their lives because of these grains.

Wang Zhen'er immediately shouted: "Throw away the food and leave!" Her voice was like a military order, clear and firm.

Upon hearing the order, the remaining believers threw down the food in their hands and rushed away.

When the White Lotus Sect's figures disappeared in the night, Geng Zhongming led a team of elite soldiers out of the darkness. He ordered in a deep voice: "Send these grains back to where they came from."

"Yes, General!" the soldiers responded in unison, exuding a chilling air.

Suddenly, a group of figures emerged from the darkness and appeared in front of Geng Zhongming. They were Zhao Chengchu's men. Their faces were alert and they held weapons tightly in their hands. When the figure handed over Zhao Chengchu's token, Geng Zhongming immediately took out a thick wad of weapons from his arms.

Thick banknotes.

"This is fifty thousand taels of silver notes, please count them." He said calmly, and with a wave of his hand, his subordinates handed the banknotes to Zhao Chengchu's people.

The figure looked at the banknote carefully, then carefully put it away, lowered his head and said respectfully: "I'll take my leave!"

"Tell General Zhao that I, the Dengzhou Army, have taken over this deal. What you just received is the deposit." Geng Zhongming said, waving his hand to let people leave.

"I understand!" The figure responded respectfully, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Geng Zhongming looked at the departing figure, got on his horse and gave the order: "Let's go!"

The war horses behind them neighed like a dragon's roar. They were an elite army of three men. Their iron cavalry shook the earth, as if they were about to shake the world.

Zhao Chengchu looked at the banknote handed over by his subordinate, and listened to the message brought, and turned his eyes to Zhu Yuanzhang. His eyes were deep, as if he was measuring the sincerity of the other party.

"Then let's do it." Zhao Chengchu took a deep breath and finally made up his mind.

At the same time, Zhou Nian'an and Wang Zhen'er couldn't help showing a hint of sadness as they looked at the only number of hundred and ten people around them.

At this moment of life and death, their hearts were so heavy that they could crush a person's soul.

Zhou Nian'an looked at the enemies who were following him everywhere, and he had already made up his mind to die.

He gritted his teeth and raised his head, his eyes shining with determination.

"Holy Aunt, you go first, I'll stay." He said solemnly, with a decisive tone.

Wang Zhen'er looked at Zhou Nian'an, understanding his plan in her heart. A determined light flashed in her eyes, and then she shook her head.

"Let's go together and live and die together!" She said firmly, her voice low but full of power.

The battle soon reached its climax. Zhou Nian'an and his men were in a desperate situation. They were surrounded by wolf-like enemies. They had no way to retreat. Seeing his own people surrounded, Zhou Nian'an knew that they were destined to be unable to escape today.

One death.

The movements of his hands were even more fierce, like violent wind and rain, with deadly moves.

Although Wang Zhen'er is a woman, her strength cannot be underestimated.

She had killed several people, the weapon in her hand was stained red with blood, and her body was shaking slightly from the continuous fighting.

Just when she felt exhausted and saw that the opponent's sword was already pressed against her chest, just when she thought she was certain to die, a sudden cry of death rang out.

Wang Zhen'er opened her eyes. In front of her eyes was Zhu Yuanzhang arriving in time with his team. Her face was full of disbelief.

And Zhou Nian'an, the man who supported him until the end, saw Zhu Yuanzhang's figure and his desire to survive increased greatly. He continued to support him until Zhu Yuanzhang came to him, and then he collapsed to the ground.

"Zhou Banner Master!" Zhu Yuanzhang rushed to his side with an anxious look on his face. At this time, the person who had been protecting the holy aunt suddenly protected her behind him, blocking her sight.

"Zhao Banner..." Zhou Nian'an said with a weak face, but before he could finish his words, a knife was already inserted into his chest.

Zhou Nian'an stared at Zhu Yuanzhang, his eyes full of doubts and unwillingness.

"Go ahead." Zhu Yuanzhang said, inserting the knife deeper, then wiping the blood off his face, stood up and walked towards Wang Zhen'er.

Looking at Zhu Yuanzhang with a sad face, Wang Zhen'er was shocked in her heart. She couldn't believe that he was still alive, and she couldn't believe that Zhou Nian'an was dead.

"Let's go." Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were slightly red, and he dragged Wang Zhen'er away.

Halfway through the journey, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly fell to the ground.

Wang Zhen'er was stunned when she saw it, and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

He smelled the smell of blood when he got closer, and there was an anxious look on his face: "You are injured."

Zhu Yuanzhang struggled to get up and said: "Let's go quickly!"

After saying that, he fainted.

Seeing this, Wang Zhen'er quickly ordered someone to pick him up and lead him away into the dense forest.

This time the White Lotus Sect gained nothing, and also lost two banner leaders and several thousand members.

The Governor of Water Transport, who was standing on the deck, suddenly heard a sharp shout: "Thieves, take your life!"

Looking at the Ming army behind the General Water Transport Soldier and Xu Shixin, his expression changed drastically.

Zhao Chengchu saw the Ming army rushing towards the fleet crazily.

The commander of the water transport army also shouted at this moment: "As Ming soldiers, you dare to help the tyrants. If you can change your mind, the imperial court will definitely spare you!"

The Ming army on the fleet was hesitant. The Governor of Water Transport looked at the hesitant soldiers and said quickly: "This is a victory. I'll give you whatever you want!"

Looking at the two sides fighting in a group, Zhao Chengchu was getting excited when his subordinates came to report: "General Geng is here!" Zhao Chengchu saw the faint flag on the other side of the river and knew that he could no longer watch the show.

"Have all those people arrived?" Zhao Chengchu asked.

"We're here and ready to attack at any time!"
Chapter completed!