Descent of the Phoenix

Leaning on the back of the chair, Yun called the eyeballs and turned a few turns.

Suddenly, I waved my hand and said, "Isn't the autumn mark and the Yanhu?"

The tall and thin man listened and thought for a while: "I don't know, we can't get close, but I haven't seen them both along the way."

Yes, he did not see it along the way.

I just don't know if it is in the inner layer. He didn't see it, or he didn't even have it all the way.

Yun Zhao listened to this, half-turned and slowly stroked his brow.

Eyes, sinking deeply.

"Continue to check."

"Yes."

Breeze, but can not lift this heat.

This weather is getting hotter and hotter.

The Central Plains bears the horse and the horse, and the battlefield is white and hot.

And Beimu, at this time, the moon was smooth, and the scene was completely along her.

In contrast, blood stasis is not enough, but it is more intense.

She didn't know how to fight, but she didn't know how to arrange for the best.

I don't understand the timing of the battlefield, and it is not too clear about what the situation is, offensive and defensive, how to fight is the most beneficial.

But she understands that the thief first smashes the king.

This era is different from modern society. The leaders are hidden in the deepest and safest places. After a battle has been completed, they may not have seen their figures.

Instead, the leader of the army, the Chinese army commanded the rush and the forefront.

Inspired by morale and attacked.

Therefore, while driving morale, it is also the best to destroy morale.

Starting from the capture of the Huns, the moon is quite clear. The wars of this era, as long as they kill the coach, even if there are millions of soldiers and horses, it is a headless fly.

Therefore, under the guise of the month, there is no other command.