In the eyes of the public, Ku Zamu reached out and took the Xiongnu seal from the Huns.

The Xiongnu subjects were unable to bear witness, and they turned around.

That represents no Xiongnu since then.

After receiving the letter, the Kudzu’s turn turned to the front of the moon, and the high pilgrimage month raised the Xiongnuwangxin in his hand.

Haoyue leaned over and took over, turned to the northern army, and raised his hands in the letter, and yelled out: "I am a grassland."

"Long live, long live..."

“Unifying the grasslands, unifying the grasslands...”

"We Beimu unified the grassland..."

The violent big dust floated above and went straight into Qingyun.

Han Fei, Ku Ba Li and other generals lined up behind Haoyue, one turned over and half-squatted in front of Haoyue, shouting with excitement: "Long live the Regent, long live, long live..."

"Long live the Regent, long live, long live..."

Hundreds of thousands of Bei Mu Xiong soldiers who are passionate about the situation have no idea what to call.

Hundreds of years of dreams, hundreds of years of fighting.

Today, it comes down to them and comes down to them.

It comes down to the leadership of their regent.

A hundred years of dreams, once won.

The joy of the heavens is no longer a language that can be said.

The amnesty of hundreds of thousands of troops is like a thunderous explosion in the sky.

As the breeze blew through the entire grassland, it flew in all directions.

The grassland, from then on to the north.

The sword is directed, pointing to the city of Kyoto, and a cold drink: "Entering the city."

The horses lifted their hooves, and the soldiers marched toward the kingdom of the Huns.

The flag of the Xiongnuwang, which was flying high on the gate, fell on the wall.

Instead, it was the king's flag of Beimu, and the iron-black flag flew.