Apart from the grassland, the capital of the Huns stands there.

There is no barrier.

At this time, the remaining 200000 soldiers and horses of Xiongnu were forced by xuanyuanche to this last position.

Just swallow up the last Huns' soldiers and horses on the grassland.

The northern herdsman will usher in the unity of grassland.

It's time to fight.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, there is no such heat that cannot be resisted.

The gentle breeze is blowing on the grassland.

It's cool and soft.

White clouds are flying on the blue sky. With the breeze, they change into boundless forms, reflecting the bloody grassland below, adding more killing.

This is the last hundred miles left in the west of lush grassland.

A green grass, a clank murderous.

Iron black armor in the green with a cold light, that kind of black in the land of a hundred miles away, a forest of killing.

Three sides.

The four hundred thousand troops of the northern Mu army were pressed on the whole line, surrounded on three sides by this hundred Li land.

The last battle between the northern herdsmen and the Huns.

The northern Muwang banner is flying in the sky with the wind, which is really sharp.

Kuzamu and Likou led 150000 troops and horses to the left.

Han Fei, Kuo Baal, led 150000 troops to the right.

Tobim and xuanyuanche led the rest of the 100000 troops to take charge of the central army.

The banners and flags are waving, bringing blood and red, and awe inspiring.

In front of them, the black armor was shining with cold light. On the vast grassland, it stood with clang. At a glance, there was almost no end. It was a piece of black.

The two hundred thousand soldiers and horses of the Hun were all assembled here.