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Chapter 1102
In the thousands of army accounts, single riding goes deep. On the field of arms and horses, we are all alone.
Capture the king first, kill the world and capture the leader of the enemy.
If the commander-in-chief dies, even thousands of troops will collapse immediately.
As a result, almost all of the 400000 soldiers and horses killed in the north of Xianbei city had no direct charge.
First, the Huns and the seventeen Xianbei ethnic groups did not expect that the northern herdsmen were in trouble at this time.
Second, when Ryukyu came all the way and the sword was on his way, he took the head of the general among thousands of troops as if he were searching for things.
That kind of b.l.o.o.d.y murderous spirit, that kind of despotic spirit, is like a javelin, which comes out after killing.
All the commanders who were in a panic and turned to fight against the northern herdsmen were killed by Ryukyu and among the armies.
Xiongnu, the seventeen nationalities of Xianbei, was defeated like a mountain.
Only seven days later, the four hundred thousand army of northern mu, like an uninhabited army, went straight to the city of Xianbei seventeen, blocking the last power of Xiongnu and Xianbei seventeen.
Blue sky, white clouds with the breeze, light and fast drifting.
Countless shapes have been transformed, and the curtain is rolling up the beauty of the sky.
The drums are beating and the sound of killing is loud.
Under the beautiful sky, there is a fierce battle on the gra.s.sland.
In a strong suit of iron color, Ryukyu drives a horse and chases the Hun commander of the 17 ethnic groups of Xianbei, who is flying in front of him.
The wind is strong and urgent, blowing the black hair of Ryukyu, brewing a gloomy slaughter.
The distance between the two horses is getting shorter and shorter.
In front of the Xiongnu manager who was running like crazy, there was sweat on his head.
These two days, the news came from the defeated rear army that yelulu Yue, the commander in chief of northern mu, was a terror expert who killed the commander in chief.
When he went back to resist the northern herdsmen, none of the commander escaped from her.
