Below the grassland, it is already the border of the Snow Country.

They have crossed the border of the North and the Huns, and they have entered the upper border of the Snow Country.

The soldiers and horses are majestic and cool.

On the endless paradise, thousands of soldiers and horses played against each other.

Black Hun camp, iron black northern shepherd horse.

Spread over the grassland, the murderous smashed the clouds and went straight to the nine miles.

The clouds of white clouds are flying, but they can't block the slashing and killing.

The summer breeze blew, and it was the shouting of the sky.

Ma Wei, people called, compiled a passionate song on this lush grassland.

Standing on the high slope, the horse looks down on the battlefield below.

Three days and three nights, the confrontation has been three days and three nights.

The entire grassland is almost always dyed red.

Three sides blossom, full-scale attack, and now the battle line has been fully opened.

Throughout this piece of grassland, the Xiongnu and Beimu completely collided together and were in a fierce confrontation.

A British, a military.

Sitting on the horse in the middle of the month, the inherent invisible exudation came out, and it was a qualitative leap than in the past.

Perhaps it has been through so many wars and kills.

Growing up from the war.

The calm and irony atmosphere has replaced the impetuous and ignorant of the time.

At this time, Haoyue is quite a generalist, and it is very experienced to raise his hands.

The type of chest and the commanding posture have completely made her qualified as the coach and responsibilities of the Northern Shepherd.

One of the iron powers, the moon slashed a sword, pointing directly to the front of the Northern Shepherd.

Immediately, the drums were instigated, and the whole formation of the entire Xiongnu soldiers and horses was surrounded and trapped.

The cold eyebrows flashed, and the moon turned around, and the front line was no longer needed.