Not long after, these bloods gathered into a blood lake, emitting a strange light, and were particularly conspicuous and indescribable beauty in the white ice and snow world.

After another moment, the blood lake gathered into a sea of ​​blood. Junchen Shanyu stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the strange scene of Longcheng, and a heart was about to pop out of his chest.

Wherever his eyes can reach, there is a red color. The Huns army and herdsmen chased and slashed in the red sea of ​​blood, splashing large pieces of blood. Wei is a wonder, which has a shocking power.

Standing in front of Maodun’s tomb, you can overlook the entire battlefield and see it very clearly. When every blood flower appears, Junchen Shanyu felt like it was not someone else’s blood, but his blood. The place where the horse hooves of the Huns was pedaling was like his heart.

A torn pain in his heart made his strong body tremble.

As the leader of the Huns, he could not save the lives of the Huns, so he could only watch them kill the Huns army. He, the Shanyu, was too failed!

Not only did the military ministers and Shanyu empathize with each other, but also those ministers such as Yi Zhixie, who were not so sad?

They all killed people like numb, and the heads they cut down could pile up into a mountain. They would not frown at killing people, but they had never even dreamed of killing so many people, so how could they not be afraid?

The blood melted the ice and snow, and the sea of ​​blood became bigger and bigger. Longcheng could no longer accommodate it. The bright blood began to rush to the outside. The Hun herders rushed towards Longcheng while stepping on the blood, but there was no intention of stopping.

Blood flowed through the wall of herders and finally flowed to the Han army formation.

"Look, what is that?"

"Why is it red?"

"There is also the smell of blood, it's blood!"

The Han army soldiers drove away the Huns' herdsmen while discussing.

"The Huns' trampling is so powerful that even blood flows out." Zhang Tong was very excited, and he spitted his tongue and stretched his neck, looking like he was crowing a rooster.

"It's not a trampling, it's the Shanyu's order to massacre the Xiongnu herders." Zhou Yang raised his eyebrows and immediately understood the truth.

"The Huns are killing?" Zhang Tong was a little unbelievable: "Am more than one million, can you kill it?"

"The Shanyu has no choice!" Zhou Yang spitted his tongue, sucked his nose, smelling the bloody smell in the air, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The order: Tell the brothers, the Xiongnu are killing herders, don't let the Xiongnu be too idle, just hurry up!"

"Haha!" Zhang Tong let out a burst of laughter: "The more you drive, the more you kill the Huns, the more you feel!"

As soon as the order was passed, the Han army cheered and rushed even harder.
Chapter completed!