Apart from this grassland with a radius of hundreds of miles, Shengjing, the capital of the Xiongnu, stands there.
Without any barriers.
At this time, the remaining 200,000 troops of the Xiongnu were unable to retreat and were forced by Xuanyuan Che on this final position.
Just swallow up the last Xiongnu troops on this grassland.
Beimu will usher in the unification of the grasslands.
The confrontation has reached its most critical moment.
At the end of summer and early autumn, the weather is no longer so hot that it can’t be resisted.
A gentle breeze is blowing on the grassland.
It brings out the slightest coolness and the slightest softness.
The white clouds were flying on the blue sky, and along with the breeze, they transformed into endless shapes, reflecting the bloody grassland below, adding to the carnage.
At this time, the last hundred miles of land due west of the lush grassland were left.
A piece of green grass, a piece of murderous atmosphere.
The iron-black armor glowed with a cold light in the green, and the inky blackness stretched far away over the hundreds of miles of land, giving off a dense and murderous look.
Surrounded on three sides.
Beimu's 400,000-strong army pressed forward across the entire line, encircling this area of 100 miles from three sides.
The final battle between Bei Mu and the Huns.
The Northern Shepherd King's flag flutters with the wind in the sky, and it is indeed boundless sharp.
Kuzamu and Li Kuo led 150,000 troops and stationed troops on the left flank.
Han Fei, Kuo Baali, led 150,000 troops and stationed troops on the right wing.
Tobimu and Xuanyuan Che led the remaining 100,000 soldiers and horses to sit in front of the central army.
The flags fluttered, bringing out the blood red, majestic.
In front of them, black armor shone with cold light, standing sonorously on the huge grassland. As far as the eye could see, it was almost endless and dark.
All the 200,000 soldiers and horses of the Xiongnu King gathered here.