Descent of the Phoenix

The Qianjun Wanma camp was over, and the red fire was shocking.

This grief-stricken northern shepherd, seeing the moon and the Xiongnu dynasty, came over to them, and suddenly they were overjoyed.

There is no need for the Queen Mother to tell, and the major generals will rush out before the battle, and they will pick up the past and the Northern Shepherd.

In an instant, the Xiongnu, which originally occupied the absolute superiority, became a prisoner of the order.

"Please send a mourner to the singer." Xiao Xiaohou, who was covered with a white gauze, quickly came over and fell into a role. He couldn’t take care of his son’s strength, and immediately sighed and waved. Tens of thousands of northern herdsmen immediately got up.

"Xiao Chengzhen, good, good." He was hit by the moon and felt the amazing terrorist power behind him. The Huns were alone, but they did not dare to gnash their teeth.

"Let's make way." Seeing this month, the king of the Huns went to the black gold king of the Northern Mausoleum, and stood tall, and the Xiongnu soldiers who blocked the road ahead were a big scream.

The generals of the Xiongnu in front of him, seeing this Qi Qi to the King of the Huns.

"Let's get out." The Huns were full of faces but they were very direct. They shouted loudly and did not do any small moves.

The grassland people are born with awkward personality, and their character is extremely bold. Winning is winning, losing is losing, and there are not many flowers and intestines.

Hundreds of thousands of troops immediately gave way, and the Empress Dowager took the lead and took the Huns to go forward.

The iron hoof is coming out, and it is far away.

After careful arrangement for a long time, it was a good opportunity for the public to be widowed, but Cheng Jinjin, who was killed midway, broke everything, and he was angry and smashed the Xiongnu’s nest and became superior.

But there is no way, only watching the king of his own, falling into the hands of the enemy, going away.

Wear grassland and cross the glaciers.

One day and one night, I was in a hurry for more than a hundred miles.

On the second evening of the evening, the dust and smoke in the distance rolled in, and a large number of iron black northern herdsmen and horses came wildly. The rescuers arrived, and at this time they have entered the border of Beimu.

Even if the Huns were not taken hostage, at this time they were not afraid of his Huns.