"Fuck! What ****** tell you? Don't slaughter! Who the told you to slaughter this village! ”

Ye Feng was most worried about this situation of disrespecting orders, if everyone didn't listen to him, then what was the point of his words. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

“fuck!fuck!fuckyou!” Ye Feng scolded angrily, without a bit of divinity, anyone would behave like this in the face of rage, whether it was a so-called great man or a mortal.

Ye Feng's eyes were full of anger, he frowned tightly, staring at a Hun in front of him, that Hun not only did not have a trace of fear and repentance, but instead confronted Ye Feng with insulting words.

"Loot others! It is the divine power given to us by the Immortal Heaven, we have the right to dispose of our own spoils, you are just an intermediary of the Immortal Heaven, and you have no right to order us! ”

The Hun's eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of anger.

"You will pay for your sins with your life, not by plundering the village, but by confronting me!"

Ye Feng said word by word, anger erupting from his eyes.

"Drag him down!"

Ye Feng said with a pale face, and then waved his hand and asked the Hun guards around him to take him down. Before he died, the Hun shouted to Ye Feng:

"May you be trampled to death by ten thousand horses, may your heart be shot by your own arrows, and may your skull be made into a jug! I'm here to curse you until you die! ”

Ye Feng's chest shook violently because of anger, his fists clenched tightly, and slammed into the round shield next to him. There was a thud, and a trace of blood spilled out.

"Gather all the people together, and it will be a judgment against those who are unfaithful to God. And he gagged his foul mouth with strips of cloth, I don't want to hear him say a word! ”

Ye Feng shook his head, and the guards beside him said. The guard was still in the shock of Ye Feng's anger just now, but then reacted quickly, he beat his breastplate, and said loudly:

"Yes!"

Within a few days, all the Huns who had returned from the plunder had returned, and they had been notified that they had been invited to a trial, which was a rare and interesting thing for the Huns, who had no entertainment at that time.

On the plains of northern Gaul, the Huns left their horses and walked to the tents of Yefeng, mostly dressed in civilian clothes, with scimitars at their waists and quivers and bows on their backs.

The plains are green and green, and the breeze blows, bringing a burst of coolness. A pale-faced, gaunt Hun was escorted to the crowd, with a dirty old rag in his mouth and his hands bound with thick ropes, and he was escorted to the "execution ground" by two Hun warriors.

"Look at the way he looks now, this is the end of violating the Immortal Heaven, the will of the Immortal Heaven is inviolable, and now he will compensate with his life! Everything is equal in front of the Immortal Heaven! This is the end of the transgression, this man who killed your slaves and women, and he deserves it! ”

Ye Feng said majestically with a whip, and after speaking, he shook his head and let the executioner execute.

A tall Hun warrior walked out, his upper body was ****, and his lower body was wearing a pair of animal skin shorts. There are several scars on his body, and it is obvious that he is a true warrior who has experienced a hundred battles. He wears a leather ring around his wrist and holds a stiff wooden stick in his left hand.

He walked over to the Hunnarian, who had been starving for days on his knees, and had no strength, and the Hun was so embarrassed that he could not even walk, let alone resist and shout. What's more, his mouth has been gagged with strips of cloth.

The executioner was holding a wooden stick, which was not smooth, but uneven, which made it more painful and lethal to hit the body. There were even spikes on it, which pierced into the flesh as if they had been pricked with a needle.

One of the Huns who had been executed walked up to the weak Hun and raised his head to show all the Huns present, who looked at the spectators weakly, and then hung his head weakly.

The tall Hun tightened his grip on the stick, glanced at the crowd, showed off his strong body, and enjoyed the cheers of the crowd.

"Kill him! Blasphemers! ”

"Kill him!"

The people below cheered one after another, enjoying their death, eagerly watching the moment of separation of head and body, thirsting for the thrill of blood, and the waves of shouting irritated the ears of the executioners.

After praying to the immortal heaven, the executed Huns clenched their sticks and exhaled a turbid breath. Ye Feng looked at all this with satisfaction, the execution and the law are always symbols of the authority of the ruler, he stretched out his palm with satisfaction, and then clenched his fist.

The executing Huns saw Ye Feng's gesture, his eyes were sharp, and he swung out the wooden stick violently, and with a snap, the wooden stick smashed into the stomach of the tortured Hun, and his body was like dough, which was dented by the beating, and then bounced back. A bruised piece, plus blood spilled out, and the wooden stick was stained red with blood.

Ye Feng couldn't help frowning, this moment must have been very sour, and the tortured person screamed.

All at once, it struck him in the face, and a piece of his skin was torn off with great force, revealing the bones inside, and the victim stumbled under the force and fell to the ground. One stick, another stick.

Under a series of fierce blows, the body of the tortured person was covered with large and small wounds, and mouthfuls of blood gushed out from the tortured person's body, and finally the tortured person was completely knocked unconscious, like a puddle of mud falling to the ground, but the executioner still beat hard, like a blacksmith beating a hot iron, and the splattered blood was a spark.

Ye Feng's brows furrowed, the tragic scene in front of him made him want to vomit, this was an incomparably barbaric punishment, Ye Feng's nose wrinkled, he wanted to leave, but looked at the Huns who were full of enthusiasm and smiles around him, but his legs did not dare to step away.

He was tempted to say, enough, give him a good time, but the fanatical eyes of the Huns kept him awake.

In the end, the tortured person had become a puddle of flesh, and after that, Ye Feng never heard anything happen that disobeyed his orders, and no one dared to confront him to his face, although some people were dissatisfied with his actions, but in the end they were drowned in the voices of many fanatical believers.

These few heretics, in order to survive in this fanatical system, can only obey and disguise. Ye Feng's nomadic army, armed with religious fanaticism, gradually became an elite force that was forbidden by order, not just a group of powerful bandits.

Ye Feng returned to the camp, it was still difficult to recover from the barbaric punishment for a long time, the Huns were cruel to other peoples, but they treated themselves even more cruelly, and their ruthless style created a strong combat effectiveness, but the reason of not being in charge of the army made Ye Feng also understand and adapt.