Only one hundred eighty thousand returned.
Fight to the death.
That battle almost broke the backbone of all the Northern Hun nobles.
Broke it to the point where they wouldn't even think of moving the fat to their mouths.
Struck so fiercely that it nearly turned the ferocious wolves into domestic dogs.
Because even thirty years later, that young emperor, whose eyes seemed to burn with an unquenchable desire, still stood poised with his saber at the foot of the sacred mountain under the setting sun, with memories of his scorching gaze crossing time and years, watching over the world.
However, heroes will also eventually grow old, and this they could only believe.
Zhou Hebi was in a trance.
Has that person really grown old...
The Emperor Yuanwu of Great Qin.
As the old man was lost in thought, Wang Anfeng also looked up to see the woman next to Helian Lianyang, who was the subject of everyone's ridicule.
