Take the Department Store Back To the Three Kingdoms

Erlang of Youzhou, Erlang of Jizhou, Erlang of Shence, Xiongnu people.

Tens of thousands of people witnessed the fierce battle on the final land.

"The humble middle-earth man! You are destined to be small!"

Along with Liu Bao's roar, the golden scimitar in his hand representing the power of the Xiongnu slashed on Yuan Tan's golden spear time and time again.

The surging power, the collision of iron and blood, resounded through the world.

Yuan Tan seemed to have nothing to fight back.

The earth was silent.

On the broad front, Yufro the Huns galloped here, and his heart was completely boiling with the duel on the final land.

When he turned around, facing tens of thousands of tribesmen, beating his chest, his voice filled with pride echoed, "Liu Bao, my son of Yuvro, the son of the Huns! The son of my clan!"

"Huha!" The Huns roared wildly.

With the strength of Liu Bao, the son of the Huns, the wildness of the Huns was ignited by him and completely released.

They followed Yuvro, raising their weapons, beating their chests violently, arrogant and hideous faces, roaring savagely, and rushing into the sky.

Others, including Youzhou Army, are silent.

Liu Bao: Wu Li 81, is the extremely powerful Hun king in history, and one of the few Hun kings who die well. His son is a pioneer of disorder.

Yuan Tan: Force 90"91.

It is difficult to increase military force to reach such data.

At this moment, it actually increased a little.

It seems that he must have experienced something in his heart.

In the battle with the Huns, his heart was washed away, and the cynicism of the traversers was reduced, and the responsibility of the shoulders was increased.

Liu Bao is the son of the Huns.

And Yuan Tan, he is a descendant of the Yuan family, and even a descendant of Zhongtu. For the middle-earth, he can give everything!

Guo Jia stopped Zhao Yun and the others, and whispered: "I think the son of the Huns is not the opponent of the eldest son, the eldest son is just waiting for the opportunity to rise to power. A beautiful kill will inspire the morale of our army and destroy it The wild arrogance of the Huns."

Dang Cang.

Liu Bao was another heavy knife, and fell on the Daosheng Fengyun Spear. Instead of closing the knife this time, he oppressed the past.

His face was only a few centimeters away from Yuan Tan, and the two sides looked at each other through each other's weapons.

"Yuan Tan, where are your lofty ambitions hungry for Hulu meat? How about your laughter and thirst for drinking the blood of the Huns?" Liu Bao said with disdain while panting.

Yuan Tan smiled faintly, "In this brand-new history, you are destined to be just ants."

"You are qualified to say that?" Liu Baoli pressed over, but was taken aback. In his opinion, with his strength, Yuan Tan could only bend his knees until he fell to his knees.

Therefore, Yuan Tan's words will become the biggest laughing stock in history and an indispensable page in the Xiongnu legend.

However, Liu Bao was surprised to find that he couldn't shake a single cent.

A hand was released from Yuan Tan and the golden gun, which clamped Liu Bao's neck accurately and quickly.

Liu Bao's eyes widened. The huge power coming from this hand suffocated him, making his power look like a pika under the shadow of an eagle, long gone without a trace.

how can that be!

Could it be that he has been hiding his strength all the time.

Such tyrannical strength!

Liu Bao was terrified. It turns out that his strength has always been nothing more than the fantasy of the frog in the bottom of the well.

Yuan Tan plunged the golden spear into the ground. He grabbed the golden sword from Liu Bao with his other hand, and said calmly: "If I let you make a sound, you can make a sound. I won't let you, you are silent."

There is no emotion at all.

The sharp golden knife passed along the open but silent mouth.

Liu Bao's eyes are full of fear...

When the tip of the knife came out of the head of the son of the Huns,

The sound of stormy waves came from all around.

However, deathly silence.

The son of the Huns died....

The mad Huns were silent in front of their line.

The Hun King Yufro was silent.

The sons of the Xiongnu died silently, and died peacefully, but gave them a thunderbolt.

Herod.

Long Lima stood up, hissing and roaring.

Yuan Tan stepped on the chest of the corpse, among the red and white, grabbed the desert eagle crown, which represented the most noble man in the grassland, and raised it.

In the world, only the roar of Zhongtu Erlang was left.

Crazy, crazy roar!

Yuvro was trembling, and every cell in his strong body was eroded by the cold.

The sadness of the father’s generation to the children, the destruction of inheritance, has never been tortured at this moment.

However, he did not fall, because the anger of vengeance had filled his chest.

The voice didn't roar, there was no monstrous flame, but calm, "Yuan Tan, you kill my son."

"Since coming to my middle-earth, a man from Han will let you know what is a dead end..."

Yuan Tan threw the scimitar in his hand. This golden knife, which represents the power of the Xiongnu, was now covered with the blood of the son of the Xiongnu, lying alone in the wild grass.

"But so that the Dragon City Feijiang is here, don't teach Huma Du Yinshan!"

Yuan Tan drew his golden gun from the land of Zhongtu, and the golden spear pierced the place below. "At this moment, a Youzhou native opened the door to the inland for Huma. Gongsun Zan, and my clan son Lang In front of you, do you dare to fight with me?"

Gongsun Zan's war horse was anxious and kept walking in circles, while his gripping Ma Li's hand was shaking. His soldiers looked at him, gradually indifference in their eyes.

"He wants to force me to fight, I definitely can't fight..."

Gongsun Zan has already regretted inviting the Huns, but at this moment he knows he must calm down and look at the past coldly, "King Huns?"

At this moment, Yuvro, like a lonely old man, watched his son die tragically, and could not go to pay homage to the corpse.

The pain is definitely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Only the blood of Yuan Tan....

Yuvro took a deep breath, buried his wicked hatred, waiting for a moment of catharsis.

He raised the golden scimitar...

In the direction pointed by the golden sword, the Xiongnu's Erlang will win victory after victory for their king.

"revenge!"

The Huns roared, swarmed out, and began to attack the mountain.

Yuan Tan looked at the mountain that was already full of Huns' voices, and turned over Long Lima.

Fame and fame have been heard from the world, the grass Xuan armor to stop fighting. Revisit shooting and hunting grounds in one day, and don't envy others.

Yuan Jun's soldiers followed the golden figure and rushed down.

Yuan Shao has been watching all this quietly, but he hasn't responded because he can't believe what happened in this short period of time.

Yuan Shang and Yuan Xi can only stand by his side.

It seems that Tian Feng, the audition and others are extremely shocked in their hearts.

But Yan Liangwen, these generals, gradually boiled with enthusiasm.

Zhao Yun.

Dian Wei.

Zhang Liao.

Yan Liang.

Wen Chou.

Zhang Yun.

Even an ordinary soldier.

The frontier of the final land, here is the front line of the fierce generals.

It is also the front line of every soldier.

It is the front line of the Central Turks.

It is a front made of iron and blood.

Stand up and become the backbone of Middle-earth!

The blood of the Huns quickly filled the earth.

The Xiongnu King watched his people being slaughtered and had to stop the attack.

After all, the Huns are a nation on horseback, and now they have given up riding on horses and instead attacked enemies with advantageous geographical advantages, not to mention the incompetent friendly forces.

"Birth is like Yuan Xiansi!" Although Gongsun Zan didn't fight, he still gasped for breath. This sudden battle was so heroic that he couldn't breathe.

"Gongsun Zan, what's the matter with your tribe?" The Hun King Yu Fuluo came in angrily, angrily reprimanding Gongsun Zan's tribe for fighting without any bravery.

"We are now flying eagles together. If you want to take the opportunity to consume the power of my Huns, then you are very wrong!"

"Without us, you cannot gain a foothold in Jizhou!"

In Yuvro's view, Yuan Tan was fighting stubbornly in the negative corner, but the trapped beast struggled fiercely in the end, reaching the point of unparalleled madness.

But it's still a trapped beast.

With reasonable arrangements, the only thing waiting for this trapped beast is its extinction.

Of course Gongsun Zan knew this too, and he hurriedly explained.

He also had no choice. He had put the knife on the necks of the soldiers, and forced to charge. There was no morale at all, so how could he get fighting power?

Of course, Yuvro also knew the hatred of Youzhou Army towards them, and only then did the situation of slackening the battle appear.

"Where's your trebuchet? You used to deal with my clan’s trebuchet. At this moment, Yuan Tan is stuck on the ground and can't move at all. Why don't you send it?

It seems that Yuvro's suspicion of Gongsun Zan is also traceable. If he uses a trebuchet, he also uses a foot **** to attack the mountain?

"This..." Gongsun Zan was embarrassed, "The king didn't know it, and Yuan Tan had already wiped out it in the previous battle."

"..." The Hun King said silently and coldly: "My son died for the clan's manpower. He must not die in vain."

The Hun King Yufro was accustomed to life and death, and was no longer so sad.

As the King of the Huns, the only thing he can do for his son now is to make his story a legend of the Huns.

The son of the deceased Huns will become the hero who led the Huns into the Central Plains, and will be remembered by every tribe forever.

This is the only thing he can do for his son.

To accomplish these things, Yuan Tan's head is needed to sacrifice.

Gongsun Zan is not an incompetent person, but rather has quite a rules for marching. At this moment, he was standing still without doing anything, and had a strategy long ago.

"In this way..., the loss will be great in a strong attack, but it will be an opportunity to take advantage of the enemy. At this moment, Yuan Tan should be besieged, the stakes should be laid down, the soil wall and other defensive offensives should be built."

"If the enemy has no food and grass, he will become weak and powerless within a day, and there is nothing to fear."

"Moreover, my members can also get buffer time for rest."

What happened today is very turbulent for Youzhou Army, and this is what Gongsun Zan cares most about.

Although the Hun King Yufro wanted to do something for his dead son immediately, he also knew that Gongsun Zan made sense.

And Gongsun Zan's strategy is still very vicious.

Starve the enemy alive.

The Huns generally do not do this kind of thing, they are more inclined to kill the enemy head-on.

This has always been the tradition of the grassland. Killing the enemy when the enemy is tyrannical is not only a respect for the enemy, but also a respect for oneself.

But Yuan Tan is too tyrannical, far beyond Froe's imagination, so although he despises this strategy, he also agrees.

It only takes a day or two, and no matter how tyrannical Yuan Tan is, there is only one dead end.

No one would doubt this.

As a result of Gongsun Zan's retreat, the battle stopped across the board.

Since Gongsun Zan has the advantage after all, there are many ways to deal with Yuan Tan, and they are not limited.

Before they ruled the Northland, only this highland was left.

In fact, the situation on the battlefield has undergone subtle changes, but most people have not seen it.

Shi Ye.

In the temporary large account of the Chinese Army.

Yuan Shao and everyone talked nervously.

Often a matter is discussed many times.

Gradually, Guo Jia lost his patience and stepped out and said bluntly: "Yuan Gong, can't let the enemy build an earthen wall, otherwise he will really be trapped and die here."

"What about you?" Yuan Shao asked.

"Tomorrow dawn, immediately break through ~www.NovelMTL.com~Guo Jia is firm.

Yuan Shang, who was sitting aside, saw Guo Jia for the first time. Today's battle made him see the gap with Yuan Tan, so he was upset.

And now, a white doorman under Yuan Tan's hands is gesticulating here, repeatedly saying coldly:

"Guo Fengxiao, what you said is hard to convince me. We have fewer than five thousand people, and the enemy outside is almost ten times ours.

"We are here, taking advantage of the terrain. The three armies can resist with their lives. If you go down the mountain, you will lose your greatest advantage, and you will be encircled by the enemy instead."

In contrast to Yuan Shang’s urgent tone, Guo Jia was calm, "The third son is also right, but you must know that Gongsun Jun’s morale is totally devoid of..., don’t give Gongsun Zan a chance to appease. The longer it takes, the more it will be against our army. The more disadvantaged, tomorrow dawn is the best time."

"My father, on the contrary, I think what the third brother said is relatively safe." Yuan Xi walked out at this time. In today's battle, he was so scared that he didn't want to go down the mountain to fight.

"Guo Fengxiao..." At this time, another important counselor under the Yuan family came out.

Instead, Yuan Tan interrupted the prosecution, "Bong Xiao, you go take a rest first."

Guo Jia took a deep breath, and felt a little irritable and lost his calm. In his own position, he has no say in this big account.

The breath filled with this big tent also made his heart irritable.

"Subordinates retire." Of course, Guo Jia knew that Yuan Tan let him go to rest at this moment, it was for his own good. If he doesn't leave, he is not good, and Yuan Tan will be hurt, and he will retire immediately after figuring it out.

With Guo Jia's departure, the matchmaking seemed unable to speak.

Instead, Yuan Tan said to Tian Feng: "What do the military teachers think?"