And just when he was angry, the two armies and horses reacted at this time, and immediately a huge noise burst out. The northern herdsmen and horses are howling.
But Xiongnu was in great disorder.
The mander-in-chief has lost and the battle is clear.
The drums beat and awe everywhere.
For seven days, only seven days, the 400000 troops led by Ryukyu directly exterminated the 17 Xianbei ethnic groups and the Huns who attacked Xianbei.
It occupied the city of the seventeen nationalities of Xianbei.
Draw the influence of the seventeen nationalities of Xianbei from the map and sum it up with the map of the northern herdsmen.
In the vast grassland outside Shanhai Pass, at this time, the three powerful forces have gone one after the other. Only Beimu and the seventeen ethnic groups in Xianbei have spent countless forces and material resources, but they have not got anything. Finally, they are called the Huns who have benefited from the northern mu.
The confrontation between the two powers, the situation that the northern herdsmen and the Huns had a considerable power in the grassland for hundreds of years, had been broken.
The night was full, and countless stars were shining in the sky.
A little bit of silver light shed, the whole world is shrouded in a silver.
Beautiful and mysterious.
Standing in the quiet night, Ryukyu looks at the southern sky without expression.
Such a good star is totally different from the Central Plains. It's vast and bright, which can't be seen except in the grassland.
If so, xuanyuanche is with her at this time, watching the stars together, I don't know how good it is.
In a flash, Ryukyu clenched his teeth.
A hand, a knife on the arm.
Pain, immediately from the arm out of the winding, let people shudder, also let people slightly back the idea that the heart is almost suffocating.
Watching the bright red color drop by drop, falling into the dust.
It's beautiful, but it's heartless.
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