But I saw the Xiongnu Chanyu, dressed in iron-black battle armor, riding in front of a large formation, looking fierce.
The bowstrings were stretched, the arrows were unsheathed, and the men and horses of the two countries were waiting in full formation.
The blood-red murderous look in his eyes and face reflected the madness of the last scene.
"Boom, boom..." The deafening sound of war drums suddenly surged out, and the thick sound of killing traveled across thousands of miles of grassland and shook the sky above our heads.
Bei Mu and the Xiongnu beat the war drums at the same time.
"Come on." The Hun King raised his sword, his blood-red eyes were filled with madness, and his roar almost shocked the world.
"Go ahead."
The 200,000 Xiongnu soldiers and horses surrounded by Beimu on three sides roared wildly along with the Xiongnu's shocking roar.
"Kill." At the same moment, Ku Zamu on Bei Mu's left wing and Han Fei on his right wing waved their swords fiercely and shouted loudly.
In an instant, the two colors of iron black and jet black were seen, like wild horses running wild, rushing towards each other, and the whole thing collided together.
The sound of war drums was earth-shattering.
The fierce drumbeats resounded in the sky, making people excited and almost crazy.
The slight breeze in late summer and early autumn is not as cool as an icy weapon.
The blood of war drums is hot, but it cannot be as hot as the sonorous flesh and blood.
The sword has no eyes, the broadsword cuts and slashes.
Either the Northern Shepherds or the Huns...
The knife fell from his hand, blood burst out, and bright colors splashed out in the sun.
The grassland, which is no more than a hundred miles away, is dyed into a light red color and spreads out.
He chopped off the enemy's head with one knife, but before he could turn around, a gunshot from nowhere behind him had already penetrated his chest.
He cut off the enemy's thigh with one sword, but before he could take a breath, the God of Death was already in front of him.