"Kill! Kill!"

The sudden counterattack of the Song army surprised the rioters outside the camp, and then retreated backwards like a tide.

Until now, they have no morale anymore.

The counterattack of the imperial guards of the Song Dynasty was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Defeated, defeated..."

To the south of the camp, Xiao Zhenghao, who heard the sound of trumpets in the camp, sighed deeply, looked at the mountains and rivers in the night, and pulled his horse back and ran back to the city with hundreds of personal soldiers.

On the top of the city wall, Xie Lisan spoke out: "It's time for us to leave, too."

Zhao Bing next to him seemed timid in front of him, and didn't even dare to say much, but just followed Jie Lisan and walked down the city.

Then, at the city, they met with hundreds of personal soldiers and dozens of masters, and galloped to the west of Hengshan Village.

The west is towards Dali.
Chapter completed!