Without Ye Feng's instructions, the Huns around him consciously collected the wild deer, Ye Feng had been wandering in the dim forest for several hours, and felt that the passion for hunting just now had dissipated, so Ye Feng rode away with no interest. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sound of horses' hooves, Ye Feng rode back to the camp, as usual, there will be a major reorganization after the battle, the army has stopped advancing, and began to rest, treat the wounded, distribute wealth, and rest. Of course, now Ye Feng doesn't need to treat the wounded personally, unless it is a high-level figure like a tribal leader, Ye Feng generally won't do it himself.

Although most of the army stopped to rest, but Ye Feng and the nomadic Huns chose to rest for a day in order to plunder more population and resources, and then attack again, if it wasn't for Ye Feng's request that they have to rest for a day to recover their strength, these nomadic Huns would have gone out to plunder a long time ago, and they would have been hungry and thirsty.

As soon as they heard the news that they were going out, they were like hungry wolves, with a greedy look in their eyes, and it was estimated that they tossed and turned at night, and could not sleep, and they were hungry and thirsty at the thought of the riches they could plunder and the beautiful Gallic women. They fantasize about how much wealth they will plunder.

Hehe, Ye Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, is the daily life of the Huns just burning? Ye Feng changed the original almost genocidal policy this time and killed all the men, but told these Huns in advance to raise the men who were willing to surrender as war slaves. But their nobles and chieftains must be killed, and the freedmen of the Gauls can be kept as war slaves.

And the slaves of the Gauls could be liberated and became the lackeys and assistants of the Huns, presumably these original slaves were very willing to raise their butcher's knives against their original masters. And the faithfulness of these emancipated slaves could be assured.

"Uldin, what's the name of the village you're going to loot next?"

Ye Feng was bored on his horse, chatting with Uldin, his eyes staring directly at the village where the smoke was rising in the distance.

"Lord Apostle, a tribe of Gauls, about five or six hundred people, the name is Anilin, the Gallic word means glory and glory, this is the largest tribe in the vicinity, while the other coalition forces have not found out, we can make a fortune."

Ulding laughed and said, after all, Ulding is a rough person who licks blood with a knife, and it is impossible for him to grovel in front of Ye Feng like a slave, like an obedient dog, so Ulding laughed presumptuously.

"I'm going to move my body again, my bones are itching, haha!"

Ye Feng also smiled in return, and said with a smile, his eyes narrowed, this was his expression when he was thinking.

The next tribe to suffer a bad fate, unaware of the catastrophe that would befall them, remained in the dark, and in the ancient era of backward communication technology, the spread of news was so slow and coupled with the almost exterminating policy of the Huns, not many people survived. So there is no source of information either.

The bloody battle was about to begin, and the Gauls were still doing their usual business, unaware of the impending natural disaster, the Huns' cavalry.

This is a heavily armed cavalry and archery corps, each with two or three horses, allowing them to maintain a high-speed maneuver, and in a moment, the distant village grows bigger in Ye Feng's eyes, on top of the galloping horse, Ye Feng's body trembles, jumping with the leap of the horse, one will be, one will go down.

"Intruder!"

The Gauls, who were working in the fields, shouted that they had seen the cavalry suddenly appear on the horizon, and when the Gauls received the news, they hurried to take out from their homes round shields, short spears, and all the weapons they had, and they would have haystacks, fences, and wagons. All the obstacles that could be found were piled up outside the village to thwart the Huns' attack.

But it was almost in vain, for the Hun cavalry, five or six times outnumbered Gaul, threw the first rain of arrows at high speed, and many Gauls hiding outside the obstacle were like hedgehogs with arrows. Ye Feng had to admire the courage of the Gauls, and under this absolute disadvantage, they could still muster the courage to resist.

But the resistance was in vain, and three rounds of arrows rained down many Gauls' lives, and arrows were planted in the soft earth, on the haystacks, on the grass huts, everywhere. Then there was a feast of charge, and these Gauls, who fought separately, were almost slaughtered.

But instead of killing them at once, the Huns shouted in a northern Gaul phrase they had just learned:

"Surrender!"

Most of the Gauls surrendered under the absolute force of the Huns, and a small number of Gauls resisted stubbornly, and their corpses are the best testimony to their courage, sometimes bravery is useless and stupid.

After sacking the Gallic village, the surrendered Gauls were escorted to an open area outside the village, where they were escorted by an interpreter who spoke Gallic Huns. The nobles and chieftains of Gaul all stood up for joy when they heard that they would be treated.

Ye Feng turned to a strange smile, these noble leaders felt a chill in their hearts, and they didn't know what this person wanted to do.

"Kill them all!"

Ye Feng said in his broken Gallic language.

Whoosh!

The Huns, who were on horseback, stretched out their bows and shot these Gallic nobles and chieftains to death, and they were instantly shot into hedgehogs, blood spat out of their mouths, life force disappeared from the bodies of these Gauls, and their bodies went weak and fell.

Ye Feng brought out those Gallic men who had the mark of slaves, and Ye Feng roughly counted them, about thirty people, not much, not less. These were the slaves of those nobles and chieftains, and very few commoners owned slaves.

Ye Feng smiled, he always liked to keep smiling, because it made him feel good about himself, and it also allowed him to keep calm in the fierce and bloody battlefield, he said:

"From today onwards, you are all free! There are also many Gallic slaves like you, who you have been enslaved by inter-tribal wars!

I, Ye Feng!

I have come all the way to Gaul to save you thousands of slaves!

Now, join us! Kill your original master! Get rich with us!

Or leave! As you wish! ”

After Ye Feng finished speaking, to his surprise, no Gallic slave chose to leave. Ye Feng analyzed it himself, the reason was very simple, these slaves had nowhere to go.

After Ye Feng disposed of the Gallic slaves, he organized them into a nomadic Hun servant army. Ye Feng turned around and looked at the dejected and dirt-covered Gallic freemen, his tone became majestic and his expression was serious. He said proudly:

"Surrender! Or death! ”