"What? Failed? ”

The Yoned's face was full of disbelief, but the strong, tall Yoned's face was full of disdain, as if he were looking at a hillbilly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoHe comes from a branch of one of the strongest tribes of the Yoned, and naturally has the capital to be proud of.

Not only him, but also others, all looked incredulous, they knew the strength of the Huns, otherwise they would not have moved west because of the growing pressure of the Huns. The strong, tall man of Yoned, glanced at the leader of the strongest tribe and said respectfully:

"Uncle, this is only one branch of the Hun tribe, not all the Huns, we need not be afraid, and their number is only two or three thousand, they are just a group of defeated soldiers, the morale is completely lost, and we are fighting in the land of our ancestors! What do we have to fear? ”

The leader of the strongest tribe, who was slightly shorter than the speakers of Yoned, swept over all the tribal leaders at a glance, and spoke in a slow and heavy voice:

"What do you think? I don't want too many of our young people to die in war, war or peace? You decide! ”

"Fight!"

The tall, strong man of Jonedan said in a loud voice.

"There's only one way here, and that's to kill them all! I have given them the head of their messenger! ”

The leader of the strongest tribe, with his brown hair, shook violently, and slammed his fist against the wooden table, which trembled like a trembling baby.

"Idiot, what power do you have to decide life and death for the entire tribe!"

The name of the leader of the strongest tribe is Zaitsev, which means rabbit in Slavic, but he does not want to be as gentle as a rabbit, fierceness and ruthlessness are his motto, cruelty and tyranny are his epitaph.

His enemies all called him the one-eyed rabbit, not because he was blind in one eye, but because one of his eyes was large and one was small, and his left eye was large and his right eye was small. So it looks as if one eye is gone.

Like a raging lion, Zaitsev stood up and approached his kin, the tall and strong man of Ioned, Korovin, which means cow in Slavic. Even if Zaitsev was significantly smaller than the Korovin.

But Zaitsev's momentum was not lacking, his blood-red eyes stared at Korovin's bull's eyes, and his hands tightly grasped Korovin's shirt, and almost scolded angrily:

"You idiot! I can kill you at any time! Everyone must be punished for his mistakes! Korovin! ”

Corowin's bull's eyes were full of indifference and dissatisfaction, but Corovin still said very strongly:

"I accept the verdict of death!"

Zaitsev was visibly surprised, but then disappointed, and he roared in a lion-like voice:

"Fool, you are my relative, I will not kill you! But you have to be punished! ”

After speaking, Zaitsev pulled out a knife hanging on his back, and gently slashed it on Korovin's face, red blood slowly flowed out, and a bloody cut appeared on Korovin's face, but Korovin didn't seem to have any anger, just left a little coldly.

Zaitsev looked at the departing Korovin and did not speak, just turned his head indifferently.

"Okay, let's continue our conversation, it seems that war is inevitable, the enemy is menacing, but it is not unstoppable, as long as we are united, there is nothing to fear from the defeat of this group of remnants."

...

Ye Feng's original plan was to divide the Yoneds, but he didn't expect the Yoneds to be so united, his plan failed, although the Yonedes were still a loose tribal alliance, but under the pressure of the outside world, they still chose to unite and fight.

A battle is inevitable!

Ye Feng wanted to show his will to fight and his strong desire for revenge. He ordered his guards to build a terrace, and he himself wore the golden garments of the apostles, and prayed to the immortals, praying that the gods would grant him victory and hope.

For three whole days, Ye Feng prayed in addition to eating and sleeping, in the Huns' activity square, the most dense place for the Huns, from the closest part of the terrace to the farthest part of the terrace. Almost all the Huns could see Ye Feng's figure. Ye Feng's pious posture and unyielding will aroused the strongest desire of the Huns for revenge and battle.

All the Huns were given a signal at the same time that the gods were on the side of the Huns, that their commander would not give in, and that their commander had decided to fight to the death until the last of the Ionedians fell.

The boxy platform made of dry wood and the round brown wood that crosses horizontally and vertically form a prayer platform. Ye Feng wore a triple golden crown on his head, a golden holy robe, and golden boots on his feet. Half-kneeling on the platform, with a face of piety and kindness. The corners of his mouth kept murmuring.

Reciting the Lord's Prayer of the Holy Text, the icy cold wind cut his face like a knife, but he didn't know it, like a golden stone statue that had been through vicissitudes, it was so quietly frozen there.

The Huns who came and went were full of reverence and piety, and their eyes were full of fanaticism and war.

Just when Ye Feng was "performing", the priests and disciples under Ye Feng became active, in the military tent and on the field. Day, night. When eating, entertaining, sleeping. They preached the doctrine loudly, foaming at the mouth and bursting with passion.

A black-robed archbishop, his face full of anger and passion, he roared loudly:

"Who are we?"

The following zealous believers eagerly echoed:

"Invincible Huns! Devout Huns! The Huns blessed by the gods! ”

The black-robed archbishop waved his hand, signaled silence, and continued to say in a demagogic voice that pierced through several layers of the city wall with full passion:

"That's right! We are Huns! What are we going to do? ”

The fanatics shouted in unison:

"Conquest! Subjugate! Subjugate! ”

The black-robed archbishop smiled with satisfaction, clenched his fists and shook them violently, as if the invisible air had been pierced by this, making a sound of breaking through the air.

"That's right! That's right, conquest, the highest duty as a mujahideen! It's conquest! Now, a vicious sheep is provoking the wolves, and this little sheep wants to pierce our necks with its fragile, tiny white horns, so that our blood will flow out in a pool.

This little sheep is so bold, it wants to taste the meat, what should we do! ”

Without waiting for the others to echo loudly, an excited Hun warrior jumped out and shouted:

"Kill them all!"

His face was flushed like a ripe tomato.