"High, it is high." A glance at the signal in the air, Ouyang flew over and turned his head to the high moon and raised his thumb.

"Over the prize." Haoyue hands behind his back, very light.

However, it is indifferent, but it is absolute confidence.

Ouyang Yufei sees the smile in this eye more and more deep, and the self-confidence of the moon is so pleasing.

Maybe the word is not working well, but it is this feeling.

To flood a city with water, the amount of water needed is not idle.

It’s not a blast that can be done completely.

Moreover, it is too cruel to be at the expense of drowning a city soldier.

The amount of water in the mica river blasting the gap is not enough to flood the Yang Hucheng.

However, this is not important in the eyes of Haoyue.

The rumors are guiding the people's ideas and raising fears, thus strengthening the facts and strengths of this drowning.

Looking at the moment when the water is pouring down.

The worst plan for things will be in the mind of any one person, thus evolving a powerful force.

This is the most important.

Public opinion and rumors, sometimes used well.

That is the strongest weapon.

Obviously, Haoyue knows this way.

You see, this is not the case of Yang Hucheng himself, it will not cost a soldier.

The sun shone, and Haoyue looked back at Xiaoxuan Xuan, who was behind him.

The same smile was flashed in the eyes of the two.

With a pair of swords, who can wipe this edge in this world.

Yang Hucheng broke, there was no suspense in breaking, and there was no strength in breaking.

Under the golden light, the black northern animal husbandry flag fluttered over Yang Hucheng in the retreating tide.

Beimu occupies the entire Yanghucheng Fortress.

All the people in the city and the hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu soldiers returned.

This explains a bit from the side.

Even if the fortress is built like a tortoise, there is no gap in it, and there is no gap that can be lowered. If you want to lose, you still have to lose.