In order to meet the interests of these nomadic Huns, Ye Feng was not easy to avoid war. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAt all times, profit is an important factor that determines everything. If these poor nomadic Huns were not allowed to plunder, God knows if they would have become staunch believers and still listen to God's will.

"Onward! Target! Augsburg! For the sake of immortality! ”

Ye Feng pulled out his scimitar and shouted in the direction of Augsburg.

"For the sake of immortality! God bless the brave! God bless the faithful! ”

The rest of the Huns also drew their scimitars and shouted in a complicated Hunnarian language. The Hun language is full of mystery and power, it is a language that Ye Feng has never been exposed to, but now he Ye Feng has mastered the Hun language proficiently, and combines the Hun language with the writing method of Chinese characters.

Although only twelve disciples have mastered the emergence of an improved Hun language, Ye Feng believes that in the near future, more and more people will master this language and will not die out.

Since the Kahaba brought a large number of horses, and the tribe of horses and horses were also nomadic Huns, there were many horses. So this army of more than 3,000 people is already a few horses. At the request of Kahaba, there was also Ye Feng's order in the name of God. Kahaba and the other tribes of Laitou offered horses, and Ye Feng asked the people of the tribe of horses and horses to exchange cattle and sheep. In this way, a mighty army rushed to Augsburg, the hooves of the horses rolling, the sound was like thunder, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Bypassing the dense forests of Gaul, the army did not immediately rush to Augsburg, but struck out like a shadow army, setting up nomadic strongholds in the steppes of Gaul, and then, in the form of a hundred, exterminated all the Visigoths that could be seen, burned their villages, tortured their men to death, captured their women, and swept away all the supplies they could see.

Grain, wine, iron, weapons. None of them will be spared.

Ye Feng led a hundred-man chieftain guard, whose members were all the sons of the tribal leaders or well-known warriors of the tribe, and each of them was well-armed and warlike warriors.

A Visigothic village, the Visigoths already occupied part of Gaul, they cultivated on their own land, on the vineyards. It was an ordinary early morning, and the West Goths, as usual, were busy with their menial daily tasks.

Carrying wooden farm tools, they came out of the village to farm in twos and threes, chatting with each other. It's like taking a break before work. This village, according to Ye Feng's experience of looting, just looking at the number of houses, these Visigoths are still very barbaric, all of them are wooden longhouses, and a large family and livestock live in them, how dirty it is can naturally be imagined.

Just as these Visigoths yawned and came out into the field.

Ye Feng could clearly see the appearance of the Visigoths in the woods outside the village, they were wearing linen clothes, indicating that they were still a little civilized, wearing animal skin hats, and there were no weapons in their hands, only wooden farm tools.

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! ”

Ye Feng did not do any pre-war mobilization, although in ancient wars, war mobilization was indispensable, and it was the easiest way for generals to motivate their soldiers. But Ye Feng has the chance to win, and the cavalry is attacking at full speed!

A line appeared in the woods, and gradually, the line turned into a rectangular surface, which was composed of galloping Hun cavalry, Ye Feng was in the middle of the rushing wave, and he could not describe the scene at this time.

Like a group charge measured by a ruler, a hundred people seem to have the momentum of tens of thousands of people, galloping, galloping, unstoppable, these Huns have a greedy look in their eyes! Wealth, woman! It's right in front of you!

No one is born with a penchant for killing, but many people are willing to try it if it represents wealth.

These Huns are no exception, not to mention that they have almost no risk, so even the most simple people can become brutal.

The lightning rush, the thunderous momentum, as if tens of thousands of people were marching together in an instant, beating gongs and drums. The light cavalry of the Huns appeared first in front of the Gauls, with brown felt hats, brown linen clothes, black eyes, and yellow faces. will forever be their nightmare, making them scream in the middle of the night until they die.

Barely anyone spoke in the battle, and each Hun was extremely focused on the enemy in front of them, delivering deadly, dense clusters of arrows with precision into the Visigoths. A Visigothic man fell, their sturdy and tall bodies so vulnerable to the short, thin clusters of arrows.

The stronger and taller the person, the faster they die, because they have the greatest goal, and the tall and burly figure becomes a burden.

The frightened look of the Visigoths froze into Ye Feng's heart forever, and most of the Visigoths opened their eyes widely, and before they could react, they were shot into the lower abdomen, chest, and thighs by precise arrows. Fell weakly, splashing dust on the ground.

But the Visigoths were not without resistance, a strong Visigoths ran out of the house in the village, I don't know where this Visigothic warrior got the courage, knowing that exposed to the arrows of the Huns, sooner or later he would die, but this Visigoth did not hesitate, holding two barbed javelins in his left hand, typical Roman javelins, which could only be projected once, and then they would break, making it difficult for the enemy to pick up and project again, and once he hit the target, the target was completely hopeless.

Like an Olympiad player, the Visigoths threw the javelin with the muscles around his waist in a standard spear-throwing position, piercing a Hun who was wielding a scimitar ten meters away and slaughtering the Visigoths.

The armored Hun rider slammed into his chest, and the armor did not stop the javelin that pierced the armor, or the Visigoth's great force, which pierced his chest, shook his horse twice, and fell.

But in the next moment, a lightly armed Hun rider swept past the Visigoths like a gale, sending him into hell, his huge pale and blood-lost head flying, and the blood from his neck splattered several meters high like a high-pressure pump.

Ye Feng rode into the village, carefully searching for the remnants of the Visigoths, ready to shoot arrows on the strings. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed out, so frightened that Ye Feng almost let the arrow shoot out, a Visigothic who was as strong as a cow was covered tightly with an oval giant shield, Ye Feng tried to shoot an arrow, but there was a bang.

The Visigothic only paused, and then rushed towards Ye Feng. Ye Feng did not hesitate, rode his horse back, and then retreated and shot, but more than a dozen arrows were left on the giant shield, and the tall Visigoths were still unscathed. But the other Huns noticed the situation, and in the distance a sharp arrow was nailed to the Visigoths' feet.

There was still a gap in the giant shield, and the Visigoths weren't just looking at it. But Ye Feng's archery skills are not good, so there is no way, taking advantage of the Visigoth's painful stumble, when his chest is exposed, Ye Feng's arrow finally shot into his chest, and the Visigothic giant, about one meter nine tall, is still standing.

Ye Feng shot three arrows in a row, and the sound of breaking the air sounded, and the giant man was hit by five arrows in a row, and finally the giant man fell to the ground, causing a cloud of dust.