Chapter 1189 (2/2)

The cold voice resounded in the night and spread from the Royal Palace of Aoyun.

It's not so easy to be a spectator in the world.

Summer, like flying past, soon entered the end of summer.

Compared with the Aoyun and Xuesheng countries in the Central Plains, the sky is still standing still.

On the grassland, xuanyuanche and Liuyue are fighting happily together.

Although the end of summer.

But it's hotter than in midsummer.

The red sun shining on the top of the head, giving a feeling of drying.

Under the city, the two sides hold each other.

From the border of the eastern Xiongnu and the northern mu, all the way to the hinterland of Xiongnu, the lush grassland outside Shengjing, the King City.

As long as the iron hooves of the northern herdsmen pass the lush grassland, the royal city of Shengjing in front of the Huns will fall into the control of the northern herdsmen.

Whether the Xiongnu perished or rose depends on the final battle of the lush grassland.