Take the Department Store Back To the Three Kingdoms

"With the meager power of you and me, converge into the sea of ​​stars, bless me in the middle of earth!

Yuan Tan's voice resounded on the ancient battlefield.

The Jirou of Middle-earth roared desperately.

A blood flag of ‘Han’ flutters in the wind, condensing everyone’s hearts.

All the descendants of Middle-earth gathered spontaneously under this blood-stained banner.

At this moment, this banner will always be a nightmare for the Huns.

When the Huns woke up from their dreams, this banner would appear in their memory again and again.

Outside the battlefield.

Yuan Shao's face is very bad,

Although it was in a safe place behind, the sound of killing from a distance still made people uneasy.

Accompanying Yuan Shao here is the Yuan family counselor and two sons.

Their faces are not so good either.

Especially Tian Feng, interrogating these people.

Although the Youzhou Army was defeated, don't forget that there are more than 10,000 Huns.

With the addition of Lu Bu, his army's strength was only 5,000 or 6,000, and his physical strength must have dropped drastically during the battle against the Youzhou Army.

How to face more than 10,000 Huns cavalry?

Moreover, this is not an ordinary war. On the contrary, the victory or defeat of this battle is very important. It is not only related to the survival of the Yuan family, but also related to the safety of millions of people in the North.

At this time, a messenger galloped in.

"How is the battlefield situation?" Yuan Shao was obviously very concerned, and instead got up and walked over to ask first.

The messenger sacked and dismounted, "Go on, the Huns have rebelled against the Youzhou Army, and they are frantically attacking all the Middle-Earth Army."

"What!" Yuan Shao suddenly paled. In just an instant, he was able to understand the purpose of the Huns' rebellion.

The North Land is about to fall into the hands of the Huns.

As a prince of a place, he naturally did not want to be wiped out. As a descendant of Middle-earth, even more unwilling to see the ancient land ruled by aliens.

He panicked.

"How did the eldest son deal with it?" Tian Feng was totally lost. The goal of the Huns is everyone, and Youzhou Army, Shence Army, and Binzhou Wolf Cavalry still fight each other internally. The final result is self-evident.

"Grand Prince... he, he...."

"How is he!" Yuan Shao said anxiously.

"The old man used his blood to write a military flag in the Chinese character. All the Chinese troops gathered under this flag."

This!

A picture emerged in Yuan Shao and their minds, under the bright red banner of Chinese characters, countless Chinese Tuerlangs united together....

"Lord, this is a great man of my clan!" Tian Feng's eyes brightened.

Nothing immovable.

"Report..., Lord! Our army won a big victory, and the Huns fled!"

A cry from afar, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves.

With the defeat of the Huns, the entire Northland was preserved.

"My son..." Yuan Shao couldn't help but shed tears. He felt regret and ashamed of everything he did to Yuan Tan before, and he hid him snow, but he still lit up the whole sky.

He is my son.

My son of the Yuan family.

The son of this world!

Tian Feng and their eyes were all moist.

Guo Jia is also here, he looks up to the blue sky, the twists and turns of this battle, the heart-wrenching story, the meaning is definitely more than killing the national thief Dong Zhuo.

All the people in this world are about to sing hymns for one person.

It was the matchmaking, Feng Ji, Yuan Shang, Yuan Xi, and Yuan Tan’s opponents. At this moment, only deep awe was left.

And at the other end of the battlefield.

Hu Chuquan's hand holding the prairie golden knife was trembling. This time, it was not because of excitement, but this time because of deep fear in his heart.

In his eyes, a flag was reflected. The red ‘Chinese’ on the banner pierced his heart.

When this banner first appeared, he was not surprised, it was just the dying struggle of the Chinese people.

However, when the warriors of Middle-earth gathered under this banner, he found that he was very wrong.

This is not a dying struggle, but an invincible horn.

The strength of the warriors under this banner has never been seen before by the Huns.

When the most powerful heroes under this banner appeared one by one, the Huns were defeated.

Lu Bu, Zhang Liao, Dian Wei, Yan Liang, Wen Chou, and Zhang Yun, these heroes of Middle-earth, lead the direction of victory for the warriors of Middle-earth.

Hu Chuquan felt extremely painful at this moment. At the moment when his great dream was about to come true, this banner ruthlessly destroyed everything about the Huns.

It is not only his heart that is broken, but also the strength that the Huns have accumulated over the past 300 years.

Three hundred years of vicissitudes of life, the Huns endured the solitary smoke of the desert and accumulated strength silently from generation to generation in the desolate wilderness.

For more than ten years, the iron hoof of the Huns has gradually become a nightmare in the grassland. Even the emperor of the Han Dynasty in the past had to send his daughter to win them over.

In this way, at the last moment of success, it was ruined.

Hu Chuquan buried his face under the thick horsemane, crying bitterly. It is not that he is not strong, but that he has become a sinner through the ages.

Tens of thousands of Huns have fallen on this land forever, and corpses are everywhere on the battlefield. The lone warhorse guards the former master, crying mournfully.

He suddenly drew the golden knife, the golden brilliance, as if he was also mocking him for being the most humiliating King of the Huns in history.

Strike to his neck.

Hu Chuquan Wuyan returned to the grassland, UU reading www. uukanshu.com silently faced the tribe and died.

His death represented a sharp decline in the power of the Huns.

Tens of thousands of the most elite fighters of the Huns died in the hands of Yuan Tan, and the Huns also became the declining medium and small forces from the overlord of the grassland.

This battle not only changed the pattern of the Northland, but also changed the pattern of the prairie for three hundred years.

This battle is destined to become the indelible battle song of this era.

…

After half an hour.

The gunpowder smoke on the battlefield did not dissipate, the fire arrow flint still exudes embers.

A Huns cavalry, alone galloping in the wilderness.

This person is Gongsun Zan.

After nine deaths, he finally crossed the front of the Huns and ran far away.

But the cheers from the battlefield still made him shudder.

Never thought that the final decisive battle would be such a turning point.

"Lu Bupifu..." Gongsun Zan gritted his teeth.

The horse galloped for a long time and was very tired.

He had to stop and take a breather.

Although he was left alone, Gongsun Zan was not discouraged at the moment.

Perhaps it was the fire of revenge after the hysteria that supported him, making him extremely crazy after suffering.

Still determined, regroup after returning. The Huns, the Yuan family, have to pay for this.

Gongsun Zan took off the Huns' helmet, threw it on the ground, and then replaced it with his helmet.

No matter what happened before, for him now, being alive is the greatest victory.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and a ride came from a distance.

Gongsun Zan's eyes widened, "Yuan Tan..."