Zhihai's eyes lit up and he said: "That's a big Tatar. Have you killed him?"

Lin Hai nodded: "I have killed my enemy with my own hands."

Zhihai laughed: "Good kill!"

While they were talking, everyone turned into a main street, not far from the east gate.

There were more Mongolian soldiers on the main street, and the group was surrounded by Mongolian soldiers not long after walking.

Seeing that there were more and more Mongolian soldiers, Lin Hai said: "Master Zhihai, please let me go, otherwise you won't be able to escape!"

Monk Zhihai said angrily: "Don't say stupid things, we will die together!"

After fighting for a while, there were less than twenty monks left, and Zhihai also had a few wounds on his body.

Just when everyone thought they were certain to die, there was sudden chaos behind the Mongolian soldiers. They heard a drum sound and the Mongolian soldiers retreated like a tide.

Zhihai wiped the blood on his face and said blankly: "What's going on?"

Lin Hai led the troops, looked up for a while, and said: "They are retreating towards the city gate. There should be something wrong with the city gate!"
Chapter completed!