"The right part of the marsh tribe, the slaughtered all the tribes, and the Meiji Shanyu tribes all fought together. According to the scope of the melee, it is estimated that the melee Huns were about 50,000."

Dong Hu nodded expressionlessly.

"The order for each battalion to hang up and wear armor."

"promise!"

...

"Master."

Zhang Liao spoke softly, but Dong Hu did not turn around, but opened his hands, allowing Zhang Liao and his friends to wear armor for him...

"Wen Yuan, do you think we... are doing the right thing or not?"

Zhang Liao paused his hand and continued to tie the cloth belt and ropes on the armor for him...

"Na Qiangqu asked to marry a princess, and the court sat down with Meiji Shanyuting. Whether Nasubu or whether Baima Tong wants to do so, they would go to war with Meiji Shanyuting. If the war did not start, once the court fully supports Na Qiangqu, the Xiongnu tribes in Shangjun basically have no chance of victory. They would either be defeated or bow their heads and be killed... Only when the Meiji Shanyuting's troops are empty will they have a chance to win."

"Whether we spread the news, the Xiongnu in Shangjun will rebel, but if we spread the news, the Meiji Shanyuting will be nervous in advance and will station troops in Zhenlin, which will stimulate Nasubu and make the Xiongnu in Shangjun even more nervous... Once both sides are nervous, a small Mars will completely ignite the war between the two sides... and Nahuchuquan's defeat is to ignite the war that the Mars."

Dong Hu's armor is fish scale armor, and his whole body is wrapped tightly. His copper tiger head is buckled around his waist. The two shiny copper pieces on his chest are particularly conspicuous...

He jumped up and down, swung his arms twice, checked the armor, held the iron mask in one hand, looked up at Zhenlin County, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"We always feel strange in our hearts when Qiangqu sends five thousand troops to help the court. But if we don't take any damage at this time, we will not only fight with the Xianbei people, but also keep staring at the Huns in the south."

"But once we take action, we will be completely opposite to the court in the future. We... will really become the thief..."

Dong Hu silently buckled the mask and patted Zhang Liao on the shoulder hard.

"hehe……"

...

Dong Hu turned over the horse, an authentic Qinghai Tianma. While running, he suddenly lowered his body and took over the long central army banner of the word "Dong" and ran first in front. Hua Xiong, Dong Xiaoyi, Dong Chong, Liu Qi, and Dong Gu, each carrying the five-color camp flag. Behind him, hundreds of armored horses led by Zhang Liao, and over ten thousand light and heavy armored horses were slowly running towards the battlefield twenty miles away. Countless infantrymen climbed on donkeys, mules, oxen and horses, following the man with a black flag high...

There were screams of killing, and screams before death. Countless people waved their swords to fight, without any beauty in war, and only cruelty. However, just when the outcome of the war had been decided, just as countless people were desperately chasing the fleeing Qiangqu and his sons, they hit the black torrent of steel...

"Father Khan——"

Seeing his father being skewed into meat skewers by long guns and watching his tribe members being pierced in rows, Yu Fuluo's eyes were so bitter that he screamed all over the battlefield.

"Walk--"
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