"You don't have to ask."

In the heat of the day, 10,000 soldiers in the camp of Beimu were dispatched out. I don’t know if Xuanyuan had arranged for them to do anything.

The sky is wide and the grassland wars are moving.

The Quartet is constantly confronting.

Looking down from the sky, the two terracotta warriors on the entire grassland faintly presented two concave fonts, which coincided with each other.

Some of you are embedded in me, and I have partially embedded inside you.

Interlaced, overlapping, and fierce confrontation.

Strangled, in this late summer season, more and more intense.

The grassland is blowing up, blowing grass and flying.

Just like the waves, the waves and the waves are beautiful.

"Drive." Long horse like a fly, Haoyue and Ouyang fly to the West on the layer.

Immediately after the high and low undulating slopes, Haoyue and Ouyang flew up and looked down.

The Xiongnu terracotta warriors, which were crushed in the distance, were forming a square array and quickly pressed toward the front.

Iron hoof, I don’t know where to surround, or where to defend?

But the goal is not bad, it is the Huns and Soldiers, no matter what they do.

Looking at it, Haoyue and Ouyang Yufei exchanged a look.

The whip is swaying, and the uniforms move toward the Terracotta camp below.

"Rush." ​​Waving his arm, Ouyang shouted at the flying arm, and the sound could be shocking.

In this arrogant assault, the Hun camp in front immediately noticed that the entire army had turned and warned.

This is the backyard of their Xiongnu.

Obviously, no signal was received, and the soldiers of Beimu rushed from this direction.

How did someone call the slogan here at this time?

The Huns and the soldiers who turned to the warning were half doubtful, and the help was shocked.

Down the horse, it is as fast as a meteor lightning.