But see that Hun Shan Yu, a black iron battle armour, vertical before the horse array, a tough.
Bowstring Zhang, arrow scabbard, the two countries are ready.
The blood on the face in that eye is red and murderous, reflecting the last scene of madness.
"Boom..." All of a sudden, the sound of war drums came out. The heavy sound of killing and cutting across the grassland broke the sky above.
At the same time, the northern herdsmen and the Huns beat the drums.
"Go ahead." The king of Hun raised his sword, his blood red eyes were crazy, and his roar almost shocked the world.
"Go ahead."
The two hundred thousand soldiers and horses of Xiongnu surrounded by Beimu Sanbao, acpanied by the roar of Xiongnu, Qi Qi roared loudly.
"Kill." At the same time, the left kuzamu and the right Hanfei of the northern herdsman waved their swords fiercely and shouted loudly.
In an instant, I saw iron black and black, just like a runaway wild horse, rushing towards each other, and the whole hit together.
The sound of war drums is earth shaking.
The intense drumbeat resounds in the sky, making people hot and blood boiling, just like crazy.
It's cool at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, but it's cold and sharp.
The war drum is full of blood and heat, but it is full of blood and flesh.
The sword has no eyes, and the sword is cut.
Either the northern herdsmen or the Huns..
The knife falls from hand, the blood color bursts, the bright color splashes out in the sun.
The grassland, which can't be more than a hundred li long, is inflamed into a reddish patch and spreads out.
He cut off the enemy's head with one stroke, but before he turned around, he had already inserted a gun into his chest without knowing where it came from.
One sword cuts off the enemy's thigh, but before he can catch his breath, the God of death is in front of him.
People everywhere, blood everywhere.
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