The grand capital of China, majestic and ancient, far away it looks like a heavy mountain.

  At this time, countless ordinary people spontaneously took to the streets, with no one driving them and no one leading them.

  They gathered at the south gate, waiting for someone's arrival.

  Since five days ago, all the garrison troops of the Xiongnu have withdrawn without exception. The people here have already seen hope.

  Up until today, it was announced throughout the city by Chen Youkun, the chief of the city's security.

  Taiyuan's great victory, the Black Flag Army's commander-in-chief Xu Haifeng led a million-strong army to defeat the Xiongnu people, who were defeated and forced to sign a surrender treaty, fleeing back to the grasslands.

  The news spread like a gust of wind throughout the capital, and all the people were overjoyed.

  The whole city was suddenly plunged into a sea of joy.

  They firmly believe in this news.

  Xu Haifeng was originally a legendary figure, and no matter what happened to him, it would not be surprising.

  As for those who have some knowledge, although they are skeptical of this news, their questioning voices, apart from bringing about a torrent of scolding, had no other effect.

  Today, when General Xu led some officers and soldiers back to Beijing, such a big event would inevitably cause a sensation throughout the city.

  It's been two years, and for the first time in two years, a unit bearing the vertical Great Han military flag has re-entered the capital.

  "A million-strong army? When did the Great Han ever have a million-strong army?" Xu Haifeng's astonished voice floated up from his horse.

  Liu Junshu and Li Guanying simultaneously twitched the corners of their mouths, turned their heads away, and pretended they hadn't heard.

  Lin Jiahui smiled awkwardly and said, "This is the final version that has been passed down among the people in the city. I'm just telling the truth."

  Since Chiang Kung-ming introduced these two new terms into Chinese, the frequency of their usage has indeed increased significantly.

  "Never mind, let's go into town." Xu Haifeng shook his head and ordered.

  The three generals responded in unison and each went their separate ways.

  The sound of horseshoes echoed on the horizon, and the banner of the Wolf Troop, which had once stood upright in the capital, fluttered high above everyone's line of sight.

  "Oh..."

  The deafening sound expressed the heartfelt cheers and jubilation of the people.

  Although the Xiongnu people were from the garrison of the Blue Wolf Legion, they caused the capital of the Great Han to fall.

  But whether it is Li Bo Lake or Li Guanying, they have already washed away the shame that the Wolf Warriors once had with their own actions.

  The people in the city made way for Li Guanying and others to enter the city from the south gate under the push of the city's guards, allowing them to drive straight into Yangguan Avenue.

  "Oh..."

  The cheers suddenly rose to a crescendo, almost audible throughout the entire city.

  "The Black Flag Army..."

  It was unclear who shouted first, but in an instant, the sound of shouting and screaming echoed inside and outside the south gate.

  "General Xu has arrived..."

  It was as if a ladle of boiling oil had been poured into the fiery midst, and the almost peak-like howling sound was suddenly infused with new strength.

  Even the earth seemed to be shaken by this frenzied emotion, as if it was slowly shaking, making one's body sway.

  Before them was a dense and compact black army.

  Men wear iron clothes, horses wear steel armor.

  Although they were only a little over two thousand people, their numbers were even less than one tenth of the vanguard wolf legion.

  But it was this team, this iron-like army of less than three thousand people, that emitted a kind of overwhelming and intense aura, making one's heart tremble with fear.

  It was they who established their illustrious reputation in the Battle of Taiyuan, and snatched the title of the world's number one army from the hands of the Xiongnu people.

  From now on, the one that will be renowned throughout the world as invincible will no longer be the Xiongnu's Golden Wolf Army, but rather the Great Han's Black Flag Army.

  As soon as they thought of this, all the Han people who had been oppressed by the Xiongnu for hundreds of years were boiling with enthusiasm.

  In front of this team, there was a young man in white clothes, mixed among countless black armors, looking extremely dazzling.

  He stretched out his hand and clenched it into a fist in mid-air.

  The earth-shaking cheers were like a landslide and tsunami, echoing through the heavens.

  Outside of Beijing's city limits, Liu Junshu listened to the distant cheers, his heart surging with waves, unable to calm himself.

  This glory should have belonged to the Liu family, but now, as he gazed at the tens of thousands of Yellow Dragon Army troops behind him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow and regret.

  Xu Haifeng deliberately left the Huanglong Army's purpose, he knew very clearly that it was absolutely not something like travel fatigue, nor was it worrying about the Xiongnu people going back and forth, killing a horseback gun.

  But he didn't want this army representing the Liu family to share in his spoils of victory.

  Liu Jia, is it really hopeless?

  Liu Junshu's gaze looked southward, and a haze rose in his eyes.

  Riding on the dark clouds, entering the city gate, under the tall archway is very shaded, the clear wind whizzes by, piercing the heart and spleen, beneath the feet are green stones laid out horizontally, huge and smooth, probably due to many horses and people walking, there are not a few potholes on the stone surface.

  Xu Haifeng smiled all over his face, watching Chen Youkun rush from the front and present him with a book of famous flowers in the city.

  Just as Xu Haifeng's hands touched this flower name list, he declared to everyone with his own strength.

  The capital is mine.

  The imperial palace was burned down by Emperor Xian of Han, leaving nothing but ashes.

  However, the Huns made some repairs on it.

  Although it is far from comparable to the imperial palace of the past, its scale is already one of the best in the buildings of the Huns for generations.

  However, this time, it was cheaper for Xu Haifeng.

  He came alone to the empty and desolate great hall.

  That brand-new dragon chair still proudly lies in the center of the grand hall, as if those feudal emperors with their stern and inviolable faces are issuing decrees that make the land of China tremble.

  After a moment, Li Guanying hastily came to his side and saluted: "Your Excellency, the troops have been arranged. Do you want to meet with the officials in the city?"

  "En, Guanying, after tonight, I'll have to trouble you and Junshu."

  Li Guanying was taken aback and asked: "Your Excellency, what did you say?"

  Xu Haifeng smiled slightly and said, "After comforting those main officials today, I will take the Black Flag Army on the road. Before I return, the capital will be left to you to manage."

  "Master, where are you going?" Li Guanying asked casually.

  But then he realized that his tone was off, and it's not reasonable for a subordinate to grasp the whereabouts of their superior.

  Fortunately, Xu Haifeng knew his temperament and wouldn't take offense at this. He slowly spat out three words: "Wò... Lóng... Chéng..."

  Dozens of miles away from the capital, Modu looked back and gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with too many things.

  From the alliance with the Cheng family, they launched a surprise attack on the Xiongnu's Langya Army and captured the capital of the Han Dynasty. Afterwards, they overthrew the supposedly invincible Northern Great Camp. Prior to this, the Xiongnu had always been in an advantageous position.

  However, the Battle of Taiyuan would turn everything upside down.

  The Xiongnu and the Cheng family fought each other to a two-defeated situation, after this battle, no one family had the power to dominate the world again.

  The snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits.

  Mantis catches cicada, yellow sparrow behind.

  It turned out that Xu Haifeng was actually the last fisherman and the canary.

  As soon as he thought of talking with Xu Haifeng, his arrogant attitude made Ma Dong feel a belly full of anger.

  But he had no choice anymore.

  Looking back, the warriors' thin faces appeared before his eyes.

  He suddenly understood Xu Haifeng's meaning, as long as you are a little more frugal, I guarantee that you will not starve to death.

  What is called being frugal, this is simply comparable to begging for food.

  The Han army's grain supplies arrived intermittently, only enough for half a meal. Moreover, they often fell into arrears and never arrived ahead of time.

  Although hunger won't kill you, that feeling is especially humiliating.

  Along the way, we passed through many prosperous villages.

  If it were immediately after withdrawing from the battlefield, Modu would have ordered the execution of the "Three Lights" policy: kill all, plunder all, and burn all.

  But now he can only sigh in admiration and dare not make a rash move.

  Because, Xu Haifeng's words are still ringing in my ears.

  "If Xiongnu again harms the Han people, then Xu will immediately tear up the agreement and capture them with all his might, ensuring that Xiongnu and others remain forever within the borders of the Han."

  This sentence is a threat, it's **naked threat**.

  But he had no choice but to listen.

  Because, Xu Haifeng's hands had this strength, if he really didn't care about the consequences and used all his might to intercept and kill, then he truly didn't know how many of these tens of thousands of remaining soldiers would be able to return safely to the vast grasslands.

  At this time, on the vast grassland, behind them, there was a pair of tiger eyes staring at them, making them not dare to be careless.

  "Let's go, Shan Yu." Hami urged from beside him.

  He fully understood Modu's mood at this time, because his heart was also as vicious.

  They all knew that the Xiongnu's imperial power had come to an end, and in their generation, they would definitely not have the strength to conquer the Great Han again.

  On the contrary, it was precisely because of the heavy losses suffered on the Han people's home ground that the Xiongnu were at their weakest in terms of both prestige and actual strength for several hundred years.

  The many ethnic groups who had long been oppressed on the vast grasslands were now stirring.

  As long as someone takes the lead, there will be a multitude of followers.

  And most likely to have done so is the Di hero Nanyi Lie.

  Return to your own station as soon as possible, this is already an urgent matter.

  "Alas..." He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

  However, sharp-eyed Hami Stab unexpectedly saw a crystal-like liquid at the corner of his eye, slowly sliding down his cheek.