Looking at each other, the remaining people in Yanghucheng still looked at each other in shock.
Is that the end?
"Oops." The Hun general, who was squeezed through by the crowd, shouted immediately when he saw this.
His complexion instantly turned blue and white, making him extremely ugly.
"Quick, quick, seal the city gate, hurry, seal..."
The high-pitched orders have not yet resounded over Yanghucheng.
The Hun commander had already seen that the flag held high on the city wall was no longer the Hun King's flag, but the Flying Eagle King's flag of Beimu.
The people standing on the fortress and city gates were no longer Huns.
It's Beimu soldiers and horses.
Standing on the high city wall in a suit of iron-black armor, looking down with majesty was none other than the first general of Beimu, Kuzamu.
His face is as gray as death, and his spirit is like a dead tree.
Slowly looking down at the river water up to his calves, the Xiongnu general spat out a mouthful of blood with anger, and fell backwards.
The impregnable Yanghucheng Fortress.
It's just a handful of water, it will break if you don't attack it, it will break if you don't attack it.
The yellow river water floats slowly in Yanghucheng. The water level is really shallow, so shallow that even a baby cannot drown.
The people and soldiers of Yanghucheng stood on the water, staring blankly.
The sun shines on the deep yellow water.
The reflected look seemed to be full of sarcasm.
Floating gently in the breeze, twinkling and jumping.
"Bang bang bang." The brilliant fireworks signal exploded over Yanghucheng, releasing beautiful colors.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Liuyue saw Kuzamu's signal, and the corners of her mouth were raised into a smile.
"It doesn't cost a single soldier." Ouyang Yufei tapped the palm of his hand with his fan, and the smile on his face was bright and exciting.