The sound of rolling horses' hooves sounded, and the steppe horses galloped past, rolling up gusts of wind and dust. The Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info steppe horse, with brown hair and short but strong limbs, which runs like lightning. The Hun rider, who was not very tall, wore a felt hat of animal skin, carried a scimitar at his waist, held a bow in his hand, and carried a quiver behind his back.

Rushing to the rear of the Gauls like lightning, the Gauls had been caught up in a battle against the spear-wielding Huns on foot, and now found that the Huns on both flanks, as well as the cavalry in the rear, were helpless.

The Gauls did not have a reserve army, they pounced on them all at once, like wild beasts, and the first charge was extremely fierce and powerful, but as long as the first blow was blocked, the Gauls' fighting enthusiasm would drop rapidly, and then the Gauls would flee.

The spear-wielding Huns wore heavy armor and held an oval leather shield and an iron spearhead, the barrel of which was made of fine hardwood, treated and machined for excellent toughness and strength. They were like an impenetrable wall of copper, which could not be broken through no matter how much the Gauls slammed left and right.

The Hunnic riders had already rained a rain of arrows, most of the poorly armed Gauls had only linen clothing, and a few Gauls had leather armor, but suffered heavy casualties under the deadly, dense rain of arrows of the Huns.

The Gauls were shot in the backs, and blood splattered. The arrows burrowed into the flesh and inflicted great pain on the Gauls, who continued to howl in the rear, which greatly damaged the morale of the Gauls, and the front line was shaken.

When the rear army of the Gauls turned their heads and covered themselves with a round shield wrapped in wooden animal skins, a second round of arrows arrived, and more accurate arrows were fired into the Gauls' line through the gaps in the round shields. A Gaul clutched his neck, blood gushing from his mouth, and then he fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and died.

Other Gauls were shot in the eye, and their eyeballs exploded at once, and the Gaul rolled on the ground in pain in great pain. His left brown eyeball was gone, and the brown eyeball of his right eye was tightly closed, for fear of being shot again.

The third round of arrows came as scheduled, and this time did not cause much damage to the Gauls, as they were ready to defend. Before the Gauls could react, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground sounded, and smoke billowed behind the Gauls, when the Gauls could see objects in the yellow smoke.

They all opened their eyes in horror, their blue eyes were full of despair, their originally dazzling golden hair was dulled, and their white skin lost its brilliance.

Drawing his scimitar, the Hun heavy armored cavalry appeared on horseback and charged, and the appearance of the Hun armored cavalry turned out to be like this, and a Gaul saw the demons of hell for the first time. The yellow-brown armor that showed only the horse's eyes tightly wrapped the horse, and the warriors on the horse wore heavy armor and iron helmets on their heads. The scimitar in his hand is not ordinary at first glance, and it has a trace of brilliance.

Before the Gaul could react, his wooden shield was pierced by the cavalry like tissue paper, and the Gaul's sternum was crushed by the horse's hooves, and he was almost suffocated by the force of a single blow, and the broken sternum pierced his internal organs, and blood spilled out. To make matters worse, he wasn't dead yet, he could only scream weakly, and his only role now was to reduce the morale of his own soldiers.

More Gauls were in different places, their huge heads flying up, their necks slashed by scimitars, blood splattering out, even spurting out several meters under the force of high pressure, the scene was quite spectacular, and the Hun soldiers were now bathed in blood.

The Gauls finally collapsed, and they abandoned their weapons and fled in disarray. But how can two legs run more than four legs. But they still ran away desperately, not because they didn't know the simple truth, but because they were so frightened that they lost their minds.

"Reap! The Huns need the blood of their enemies to solidify their glory! ”

Ulding was covered in blood and unkempt, but his eyes were full of fine light, and he rode his horse in front of Ye Feng and said.

Ye Feng couldn't hold back his nausea, it wasn't the first time he had seen this kind of scene, but he was still a little uncomfortable.

"Hmm!"

Ye Feng nodded, put on well-dressed armor, and put on an iron helmet. He took the Hunnian bow, filled it with two barrels of arrows, and carried a scimitar at his waist. Turned over on the white falling snow.

"Warriors! Let's kill all the beasts! ”

Ye Feng roared, and under the escort of the pro-guards, he began to pursue the Gauls. Ye Feng still couldn't muster up the courage to slash and slash with a knife, but shot the Gauls with a bow and arrow from a distance, although he often shot three or four arrows to hit one arrow, but Ye Feng was already satisfied.

Although Ye Feng's individual combat effectiveness is not as good as these Huns who have lived in a harsh environment since childhood, he is very good at acting. Although he thinks he is pretending, it does make his influence soar, and people see a white horse warrior constantly slamming left and right on the battlefield.

A Gaul fled frantically, he burrowed into the woods, and accompanied by Uldin, Ye Feng rode into the woods. Uldin was next to him and taught him how to hit his target better.

In fact, Ye Feng's usual archery skills are not bad, and after hard training, he worked harder than those lazy Huns. The Huns are a people on horseback and are naturally good at riding and shooting, while Ye Feng is an acquired effort.

However, he found it too difficult to hit his target on the battlefield, and the disobedient horses were always moving around, or occasionally frightened. The wind was constantly blowing, interfering with the accuracy of the arrows, and most importantly, the psychological factors of people, Ye Feng was only a junior brother on the battlefield, and he was very nervous.

The Gauls were hiding behind a tree, and he had already spotted Ye Feng, and in the midst of the green woods, a hunt had begun. The Gauls kept panting, Ye Feng had already heard his breathing, he calmed down and stared at the crooked-necked tree.

In the past few minutes, the Gauls who couldn't stand it ran out violently, Ye Feng's arrow was immediately aimed at him, and with a whoosh, an arrow hit his left leg, and an arrow was inserted in the thigh, and the Gauls held his left leg and howled miserably.

Uldin, on the other hand, said with interest:

"To the enemy, as long as he is not dead, do not lower your vigilance!"

Ye Feng's arrow was originally shot at his chest, but it missed. Hearing Urdin's words, Ye Feng did not hesitate, and shook his hand with another arrow, hitting the Gallic in the chest. Just in case, Ye Feng rode over and cut off his head.

And Ye Feng's body seemed to be out of strength at this time, and he fell down, panting constantly on the horse's back, and the murderous aura in his eyes disappeared abruptly. I just looked at my hands in a daze, and then looked at the huge heads of the Gauls, and I still remembered the feeling of a knife in my head.

"Me, did you cut someone?"

Ye Feng asked himself.