Chapter 1245 (1/2)

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.