Attila was forced by the high morale of the Huns and the desire to fight, and immediately lined up the army, the first row of valiant and loyal Huns, he stood in the middle, his courage was admirable, no Roman general would stand in the first row, they would sit in the middle of the army. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Huns were arranged in the Chinese army, Ye Feng was also one of them, he was not a warrior now, but a combat priest, his iron scale armor was draped in a golden robe, and the twelve silver-robed combat priests were distributed in the left, center, and right three armies, four people each, they all held silver scepters, and Ye Feng held golden scepters.

The golden horse's head stared straight ahead, and a pair of old eyes stared at the other side.

The peoples who submitted to Attila, the Rugians, the Herulians, the Thuringians, the Franks, and the Burgundians, lined up the two wings and covered the fields of Catanonia. Like a dot of stones, they tapped and pointed at their shields, standing still.

The right flank was led by the king of the Gepids, Aldarik, who glanced at the silver horse-headed scepter behind him, and felt much more relieved, as a devout Neo-Tengri believer, he prayed in front of the battle, and some of the believers began to pray. They struck their shields with their axes and swords, making pleasant noises and whispering in their mouths.

The left flank was governed by the valiant three brothers who led the Ostrogoths, in order to deal with the Visigoths of their own race.

The Roman allies were the opposite, and the most unreliable and weakest Alans were placed in the central army, under the command of their king Sanchiban, so that his movements could be closely monitored, and any misdeeds he attempted were punished immediately.

Aetius was the commander-in-chief of the left wing, who commanded all the Roman legionnaires, and Theodoric, who was the commander-in-chief of the right wing, who led all the Visigothic armies. His son, Torrismond, still occupies the high ground.

All peoples, from the Volga to the Atlantic, are concentrated here, but these huge peoples, some of them are even the same people, but now they stand under different banners, fighting for the same goal, and winning.

In today's Champagne Plain in France, there are waves of people, just like the modern World Expo. The eagle flew through the sky, its eyes full of human shadows, densely packed together.

But they gathered here not for a party, but for bloody and brutal battles.

Smoke and dust billowed out, Attila's left hand was gently raised, and he waved forward, and the dense crowd slowly moved forward, and people shouted and roared. The whole legion became one, like a giant. Slowly take a step forward.

Attila's legions moved forward like an ant colony, and the opposing Roman coalition army also advanced slowly, and on the plain, there were almost no obstacles or cover, so there could be no surprise soldiers.

Both sides tried to completely crush the enemy from the front, so they did not have reserves, and all their forces were thrown in at once.

Ye Feng was a little restless, his underwear was soaked with sweat, and his forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat. The horse beneath him also seemed to sense the uneasiness of its master, and neighed twice.

Ye Feng was at the back of the team, watching the Huns about to be destroyed but there was no way, to block the fate of the giant wheel of history with the power of one person, he would only be crushed by it.

Uldin's skull was covered in leather-scale armor, and his head was protected by a delicate Hun iron helmet. The ornate and sharp scimitar was held tightly in his hand.

"I hope that the Immortal Heaven will once again favor the Huns, and I hope that the power of religion can make the Huns invincible!"

Ye Feng muttered, the battle has begun, and before it ends, no one knows his result, even if it is Ye Feng, he may not be able to predict it.

The only thing he could do was pray for victory, watch the vivid faces go straight to the battlefield, maybe in the next second, they will die, and their hearts will stop beating.

Ye Feng's golden horse-head scepter couldn't help but be a lot heavier, but he clenched it tighter.

When the two sides were a hundred meters apart, the two sides launched a charge almost simultaneously, and the rain of arrows from both sides was also thrown out almost at the same time.

The sound of swishing breaking through the air continued to sound.

For both sides charging with shields, the rain of arrows is not very lethal. Some of the soldiers even laughed and laughed, disdainful of the dense rain of arrows.

"Is that all? I haven't had enough of it! ”

A Hun veteran said disdainfully.

The secret weapon of the Romans, the scorpion crossbow. Shooting began as early as a few hundred meters, and huge arrows were loaded onto the scorpion crossbow and fired out quickly, shooting the enemy like a heavy machine gun.

A heavy bolt was fired in an instant, hitting the old soldier's round shield like a cannonball, and the round shield was smashed to pieces like a piece of paper. The veteran's body was pierced, ejected, and swept down a group of soldiers behind, and the veteran, who was drowned in the crowd and trampled into meat sauce after a while.

The soldiers on both sides rushed at each other with a roar, shouting, roaring, roaring. Giving vent to their fears and excitement. The weakened, declining Roman legions were still moving with great discipline, no one was making a sound, and they all carried out their assault quietly and orderly.

"The Immortal Heaven is watching you! Warriors! Give your best work! Kill them all! I swear in the name of Immortal Heaven that all warriors who participate in the Holy War will go to Heaven and they will receive the rewards and glory they deserve.

A scimitar studded with rubies, armor made of the finest iron, a crown set with twelve agate stones of various colors.

Countless treasures of gold and silver, endless delicacies, and all that is promised in the scriptures will be given to the Mujahideen, Paradise, a place you will never return to.

I swear in the name of the apostles.

Now, go kill them all! ”

Ye Feng shouted in an extremely inflamed voice, to encourage the soldiers around him. His voice was quick and slow, fast and slow, full of power and demagogy.

A Hun looked fiercely at an Alan, who was holding a round shield and a long sword behind him, ready to stab at any moment. The Alans looked at the Huns warily, squinting their eyes, fine beads of sweat coming out of their pores, slowly flowing like worms on their bodies.

The noble warrior of Alan had already slaughtered several fierce Huns, and his gorgeously carved hilt was full of blood flowing from the hilt, and if it weren't for the carved pattern, which increased the friction, his sword would have slipped off. Alain loosened the hilt of his sword so that the blood would flow out so that it would not accumulate in the hilt, and he tightened his grip on the hilt again.

The aristocratic warrior of Aran finally decided to strike a tentative blow, and he stabbed out his razor-sharp sword.