The loud noise accompanied the wind in the late summer and early autumn, and the curtains rolled up.

Behind him, the 100,000 soldiers and horses of the Chinese army listened to their words and looked up.

"Bingfa Shengjing, the soldiers sent to Beijing, annexed the Huns..."

A wave of high waves slamming through the waves, the dust slamming up, resounding on the earth, straight into the sky.

The grassland has not been unified for hundreds of years, and it is coming soon.

The Northern Shepherd will be unified, and the grassland will be unified.

Sharpening the knife, the sword refers to Shengjing.

In the flag flying, Haoyue turned his head and glanced at Xuanyuan Che.

There was no fluctuation in the eyes of the two, but there was excitement and joy that both of them understood.

Their first step is about to succeed.

The sky is full of clouds, the clouds are flying away, bringing thousands of colors.

The Huns were killed and all the soldiers and horses of the Xiongnu had been done.

Shengjing has no more people to keep, no more to keep it.

The flag is on display, and the iron black flutters over nine days.

Iron armor shimmers in the sun with a cold murderous.

300,000 Northern Shepherd Iron Army, stepping through the lush grasslands, soldiers under the city.

The majestic walls of the megaliths stand tall in the sky.

In such a golden light, but brewing a cold luster, thick and atmospheric.

Sheng Jing, two big characters are swaying and tall on the gate.

This is the capital of the Xiongnu, which stood on the grassland for a hundred and thirty years.

At this time, the tall city walls stood, and the city gates below were tightly closed.

On the gate of the city, a number of high-ranking Huns were lined up, and the whole body was dressed in the Huns. Among them, the oldest woman in the middle sat up and the Queen of the Huns.

The horseshoes stepped, like the dull thunder in the sky, rumbling.

One month, the iron black armor, the cool and heroic, before the high army.