"Exterminate the Huns!"

The battle horn came to the sky, and the earth trembled.

The Great Khan of the Huns turned his head sharply, only to see a red tide surging towards this side.

"Rumble!"

The tide has not yet arrived, the sound of thunder has arrived, this is a magnificent song composed of footsteps and hooves, the long-cherished wish of the people of the Central Plains for many years, and it is about to be completed.

The footsteps were uniform, and the Yanlong Iron Rider was advancing, and every step down was as if the Djinn Hammer was bombarding the ground, and the earth trembled with fear, as if it was about to collapse.

Listening to the loud sound like thunder, the Hun Khan only felt that it was not stepping on the ground, but stepping on his heart!

The war horse under the crotch, from time to time neighing, a group of murderous aura spontaneously arises, the momentum is fierce, as if Mount Tai general, the iron horse of the dragon has not yet arrived, has made the Huns frightened.

A cold wind blew in, the red tassels on the helmets of the soldiers couldn't help swaying, colorful, Qin Meng and others were sneering, and the mood was stirring, this group of people in front of them was the backbone of the Huns, if they could be completely defeated, would it be far away to sweep the grassland?

The Great Khan of the Huns only felt that the sky was spinning, and his head was buzzing, as if one after another explosions and thunders were ringing in his ears, which was the biggest crisis he faced in his life.

He has fought the Donghu, Yueshi, and even the Han Dynasty for decades, encountered many crises, and also suffered defeats, but it is not as serious as it is now. If one is not good, he will be wiped out, which can be described as nine deaths.

"How could the despicable and cowardly Han people become so powerful? Even the grandson of the white horse can't force me to come here! ”

He yelled, unwilling and resentful, but at this time there was no choice, he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Kunlun God blesses, my Huns are the king of the grassland, and the king is undefeated!" ”

"The king is undefeated!"

The Huns shouted, but they lacked confidence, their "Kunlun God" was being ridden by the enemy general under the crotch, and became a war horse to help them conquer, who else would split them?

"Fight! This is a battle for survival, if you don't win, you die! The Great Khan roared angrily, pointed forward with his sword, and fought desperately.

"If you want to fight, I will fight for you!"

Zhang Fan sneered, waving the golden knife, he actually rushed to the front line, followed by Zhao Yun and Qin Meng, as well as the hundreds of Qin people, this will be an invincible force, ruling the world without being defeated.

Three Heavenly Martial Realm generals, nearly ten Earth Martial Arts, and hundreds of human martial arts, which prince in the world can gather such a powerful force?

Of course, Liu Xie's camp is taken out now, but it is only when the various princes are united together, it is impossible for a single prince to have such combat power, even if it is Cao Cao, far from it!

Zhang Fan can imagine what kind of shock will happen if this team is placed on the battlefield of Bingzhou, but he can't do it yet, these Qin people are a little resistant to the Han people after all, it is difficult to integrate quickly, and there will be all kinds of contradictions, but it is better to leave them in the grassland after the war, and fight for the cause of their own ancestors, it can be regarded as making the best use of their talents, but at this moment he will enjoy the anti-heaven combat power of such people and create grand deeds!

"Kill all the Hun dogs and capture the dog sweat alive!"

Everyone shouted, clashed, the sword light and sword shadow flickered, Zhang Fan, who was driving the sky, was invincible, the golden knife in his hand waved out the streamer, there was a divine dragon hidden in it, with supreme power, people blocked and killed Buddha!

Zhao Yun and Qin Meng and others also fought bravely, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and rushed into the Hun formation with only one face, setting off a bloody storm and killing ring!

"This man is truly a godsend!" Chen Gong Chen Deng's eyes were bright, and his face was full of red light.

Pang Tong was silent, his face was a little pale, it was not so easy to maintain such a large-scale divine flame to trap the enemy, even he couldn't hold out for long, but his heart was stirring, he originally thought that this battle was just a head-on blow to the Huns, but he didn't expect Zhang Fan's timely return to make this a war of annihilation, it was simply a miracle, even he couldn't calculate it.

"Destroy the Huns, and the merit will be shocked!"

He whispered: "Kong Ming, it seems that you are really wrong, no matter what happens to this person in the future, his contribution will never be erased!" ”

Pang Tong and Zhuge Liang are old acquaintances, and received a letter from Zhuge Liang asking for help, but he didn't quite agree with Zhuge Liang's approach and opinions, so he wanted to go to Jizhou to see the situation first, but he didn't expect to participate in such a big war by mistake, which made his mind change subtly and look at Zhang Fan again.

The place where his eyes converged was the place where the golden light burst out, and the phantom of the five-clawed golden dragon soared into the air, surrounding Zhang Fan's side, and the impact of anger was unparalleled in the world!

"The Huns are rampant, the people at the border are suffering, the people are struggling to make a living, it's time to pay off the debt!" Zhang Fan drank loudly, becoming more and more courageous.

The Great Khan of the Huns roared: "The weak should be bullied, the lamb will always be the food of the wolf, what is the debt?" ”

Zhang Fan sneered when he heard this: "Yes, but now you are a weakling, you are a lamb, what qualifications do you have to talk to me?" Come on! ”

The sword flashed, Zhang Fan rushed forward, and the guards around the Great Khan struggled to resist, but where were these people Zhang Fan's opponents, they were killed, and in the fierce battle, Zhao Yun and Qin Meng and others were killed, and the cold light flickered, and finally the Hun Great Khan was picked off the horse by Zhao Yun with a shot, and was beheaded by Qin Meng with a knife, and the king on the prairie died!

"No!" Qiu Linqing, the king of the right sage, roared with great sorrow, the Huns' losses this time were too great, the army was defeated like a mountain, and even the Great Khan was killed, which was the disaster of the extinction of the race.

"When you slaughtered my great people, did you think of their grief and indignation?"

King Qin Guang and King Chu Jiang greeted him, and cut it off the horse with a knife, so far the Hun high-level was completely wiped out, and the blood-stained grassland was the sorrow of the Huns, but it was the magnificent song of the Han Dynasty!

How many years, how much humiliation and blood, now all have been washed away, although the Xiongnu has not really been destroyed, but its backbone has been broken, and it is difficult to rise, and the rest will take time to wear off.

Following these high-level, the remaining elite soldiers of the Huns were all killed, not one was left, and the divine flame was not extinguished until this moment, but the Xiongnu tribesmen outside did not have the courage to enter again, their king was dead, the soul of the clan was destroyed, and even the elite army was not an opponent, and they went up to die?

In the eyes of these people, keeping their tribe is the first priority, there are many people who have retreated as soon as they see that the situation is not good, they want to all relocate, leave this bloody grassland, and find a place to settle down, maybe they have hatred and anger in their hearts, and they want to kill them back after becoming powerful, but Zhang Fan is very sure that this day will never come, the Han will rise, and no alien race can be rampant!

There was still a big war breaking out in the follow-up, it was the angry Huns who fought back, but they were ruthlessly suppressed, Qin Meng and others laughed wildly, and a bloody killing created a supreme prestige, but all those who didn't want to retreat or didn't have time to retreat would all become the souls of his swords!

On the grassland, the myth of the Qin people should be played!

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