Fifty thousand troops and horses almost came out.

The world is in focus on Tianchen.

Just in the mouth of the Southern Song Dynasty, Tianchen Wang Xuan’s decree was ordered to blow up in the sky over the five countries of the Central Plains.

"Tianchen Renyi is the first, refused to smother the island to poison the Central Plains, the four kingdoms of the meaning of the Central Plains, against the overseas forces of the island, did not think that the Southern Song Dynasty not only not grateful, but listened to the rumors, sent troops to attack my Tianchen.

I can't bear it, I can't bear the military power, I am afraid that the Southern Song Dynasty, the country of ungratefulness, the widows of the wicked, will be humiliated. ”

Under the decree, Tianchen mobilized 400,000 troops and opened the Southern Song Dynasty.

Not waiting for the Southern Song Dynasty to attack Tianchen, Tianchen has already sent troops to the Southern Song Dynasty.

The world has suddenly changed, and the situation has changed in an instant.

Sharpening the Huo Huo, Tian Chen with Tianchen Wang Xuan Yu Che is the general manager, general Liu Chuan, Zhou Cheng, Chen Si, three for the deputy handsome, straight cut Southern Song.

And Tianchen’s first general, Murong, was invincible, and stayed in Tianchen’s capital, and he was in charge of the state affairs.

In the twinkling of an eye, the world is on fire.

The weather in early April completely faded the coolness of spring and spread the heat to the square.

Tianchen borders Jincheng, the Qianli Mountains, rolling up and down.

In the green forests, the army of the hustle and bustle was paved, and it was so vast that it did not see the head before, and did not see the tail, and went away.

One path is green and boundless.

The flaming sunset swells from the sky, the radiance of the radiance, the green light that shines, like a radiant general, the glass sparks, the haze red leaves.

In a white dress, Ouyang flew on the high-headed horse, waving a folding fan, and looking at the Xuanyuan Che, who was walking around him, shook his head and said: "Well, you are a Xuanyuan, and the Southern Song meets you, and they are unlucky."

An iron-colored armor, Xuanyuan Cheranging horses in the mountains, heard the words sweeping Ouyang Yufei, a look dull, did not say anything.