Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Oil pot, stone, sharp arrow Countless weapons were carried up the wall and held against hundreds of thousands of northern herdsmen led by kuzamu. War drums, one after another.

The head-on collision is about to start, and the bloodthirsty killing of the two armies is about to start.

"Manager, it's about time." The signalmen report to the library.

Ku Zamu nodded with a calm face and did not say a word.

Chenshi, let them attack, let them see her signal, now it's about to Chenshi, but there is no signal.

Fenshenshan, Regent

Fist slightly clenched, so hasty attack, if there is no news

The drums are roaring and the smell of killing is getting stronger and stronger.

"Stop for me and wrap the wound..." In the boundless sound of war drums, the two figures are flying in the sky and in the sky.

Ouyang Yufei looks at him and ignores him. He bravely faces the Ryukyu moon. His injured leg is still bleeding. He feels helpless in his heart. He can't speak.

How can this man be so desperate.

The walls are high, and tens of thousands of Hun soldiers are all joined here.

The high banner of the Huns is flying in the morning light, with a sharp breath.

Under the king's banner, the commander of Xiongnu in black armor was stationed on the wall.

"Wuwu......" The fierce sound of the trumpet breaks through the clouds and spreads between heaven and earth.

It's time for the North shepherd to attack.

Ryukyu listened to the sound of the northern shepherd's horn, and his flying figure became faster and faster.

The body is like lightning, rushing to, leaping over many buildings, and rushing toward the direction of the fortress wall.

In the morning light, Ryukyu, who was almost dyed red, rushed to the place where the Xiongnu commander was.