With the same movement and rapid speed, he rushed into the middle of the camp, snatched food and water, and replaced the horse sitting down.

Ryukyu and Ouyang are flying and running without stopping.

The wolves behind him were handed over to the barracks of the Xiongnu right army.

The sun rises grandly from the sky, reflecting the fierce battle below.

"What, the rear right Camp is destroyed?" The roar of the Huns is almost comparable to that of the wolves.

"Shan Yu, it's the wolves, it's really the wolves..."

"Yes, his subordinates saw the wolves led by the Regent of the northern herds with their own eyes. They can't be wrong. They are alone..."

"Heaven, it's said that there are tens of thousands of wolves..."

"All the wolves on the grassland are gathered..."

The Hun's account was a little agitated.

At that time, the northern Mu army, after xuanyuanche received the letter from the flying pigeon of Qiuxian, immediately killed the Hun army in the hinterland with an absolutely sharp speed and camp.

At the end of summer, the grassland is green.

The dome of that dome also reflects the characteristics of this season.

The first moment is full of sunshine, the next moment is coming, and the next moment is full of clouds and rain.

It's so unpredictable that it's impossible to guess.

Correspondingly, the fierce battles on the grassland are also unpredictable.

Calculation, estimation and preparation are far less than the change of facts.

The Huns were still calculating that the soldiers and horses of the northern herdsmen were in the south. I surrounded them from the East and the West and killed them unprepared.

However, they are not expected to form a encirclement.

Their left side was suddenly attacked like a pack of wolves from under the ground.

If the storm passes through, the wolves take away everything they should and storm by.