The Xiongnu warrior whose faceplate was lifted showed no fear, only satisfaction with a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha, the King, the King has now gone to the Golden Tent City."
"Cough cough, you are late, still too late..."
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The Xiongnu Royal City is also the only gathering place for the nomadic grazers, the Xiongnu, three hundred years ago, where the prairie king aspired to build the prairie pearl to illuminate the descendants, unlike the cities of Great Qin or the Western Regions.
But this does not diminish the grandeur of this city.
At the center of this city is the sun-like golden royal tent, radiating outwards, first are the tents of the Great Khan Kings, then the Great Nobility, Great Generals, leaders, herdsmen, layer upon layer spreading outward, needing no walls, no houses built with stones, only the tents of herdsmen, tens of thousands clustered together, embracing the golden tent.
Every winter, glaciers stream down from the edges of the snow mountains on both sides.
