"You don't want your life." A misty voice sounded in the ears of Liu Yue, whose clothes were torn and breathless.
With a slight anger, more is indeed unbelievable.
What is she going to do?
The two sides are facing each other, with arrows on the strings, and their murderous intent is on the verge of unleashing.
The crazy horse flew past, broke through the front lines of the two armies, and rushed towards the front.
"Xiao Chengying, I count three, if you don't surrender, then don't blame me for being rude." A cold and arrogant voice sounded in my ears.
She had almost rushed to the front of the Hun King's golden tent.
"Don't even think about it." The same cold voice sounded, and Queen Mother Xiao of Beimu looked forbearing and firm.
"Mother, mother..." The voice of the five-year-old son, with a suppressed cry and a trembling of fear, blew through the sky above thousands of northern herders in the whistling north wind.
The arrow became tighter and tighter.
No one paid attention to Crazy Horse and Beauty, whose blood was spreading and they were dying.
"King, you are the king of Beimu. Remember, you can never weaken the majesty of Beimu at any time, and you can never lower the head of King Beimu at any time."
He shouted loudly and resounded in all directions.
With determination and an extremely majestic atmosphere.
There was no response, no loud roar, only the bow that was getting tighter, and only the blood-red eyes. All the soldiers and horses of Bei Mu, only tens of thousands of them, were emitting iron-blooded murderous aura in such a fierce roar.
Weakened by the Xiongnu's strength of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, it was even worse.
The Hun King raised his head and laughed when he heard this, and his powerful and violent voice reached into the sky: "Okay, I will see how long you can support Bei Mu Xiao Tai, one."
"two."
The arrows became tighter and tighter, and the breath became more and more sharp along with the Hun King's shouts.
"three."
Crazy Horse Beauty is getting closer and closer to the Hun King.
"Four."
Ouyang Yufei stood on the high slope while controlling the horse. He unconsciously tightened his hand on the horse's rein and looked at Liu Yue who was getting closer and closer to the Hun King.
"five."
There was silence, and the north roared in the air, stirring up murderous intent and determination.