When the voice fell, Haoyue once again said: "I am talking to the king of the Northern Shepherd, and I will never regret it. Since then, the Xiongnu have been my northern herdsmen.

Treating my own people in Beimu, there are two political principles. ”

When the sound of the earth is flying, the summer wind is flying up, jumping over the high wall of the Xiongnu Wangcheng, and swaying in Shengjing.

Gao Li and the Xiongnu ministers on the wall of the city looked at each other and shook their faces.

However, now the Huns have no soldiers to guard, and sooner or later they are the material for the annexation. They are very clear in their hearts.

Surrender or blood wash, there is no way to retreat.

The golden light dazzled, but with the coldness that could not be said to them.

Looking up, the Xiongnu’s Queen’s wife burst into tears and slipped off her cheeks.

"The Xiongnu royal family, the ancestors, Miya, sorry for you, sorry for the Huns, today the Huns are defeated, we can't keep the city.

Please forgive the forefathers of the royal family of the Huns, forgive..."

The soft voice shouted and passed clearly into everyone's ears, and was speechless.

The change of the dynasty is always the case.

"Opening the city." A wave of sleeves, the Queen of the Huns turned around, closed his eyes, could not bear to witness.

Under the golden light, the gates of the heavy Xiongnu Wangcheng City slowly opened.

At the gate of the city, the hunter of the Huns, the prince of the Huns, held a yellow tray and walked out step by step.

Behind them are thousands of Shengjing Xiongnu subjects.

On the yellow brocade, a piece of Hetian jade printed.

That is the letter of the Huns, which is the representative of the existence of the Huns.

Looking at the Huns’ grand prince’s footsteps, he waved his hand gently.

Behind the library, Zamu immediately jumped from the horse and hurried to the Huns.

In front of the empty city gate, the two sides looked at each other, and Ku Zamu and the great Huns of the Huns walked together.