People gathered under the altar and prostrated in front of Ye Feng to pay homage to their most revered leader. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info As the end time of Ye Feng's prayer approached, everyone's hearts became urgent.

A silver-robed disciple stood under the altar, before the crowd. The silver robe shimmered in the sun, and the silver-robed disciple had a solemn gaze, a pious expression, and a solemn expression.

He stretched out a slender finger and held it high above his head, and as the chief disciple of the apostles, Balanbo, the most pious, the most senior, and the bravest Huns, stood before them all.

He spoke loudly, his voice piercing through the crowd and the firmament.

"Today, at this sacred moment, hehe, like everyone else, I am extremely excited.

I propose to pay infinite tribute to our greatest, bravest, wisest Apostle. It is the apostles that illuminate the direction in which we are going. ”

Balanbo paused, waiting for the cheers of the crowd.

"Long live the apostles! Long live the apostles! ”

Balanbo nodded in satisfaction, and the tension in his heart eased a little as he looked sideways at the pious, closed-eyed apostle.

He worked hard for the apostle to repay the apostle's kindness, and he saw that the apostle did not frown or have any displeasure when he spoke.

He went on to say:

"To the Almighty Immortal Heaven, may his teachings spread to every dark corner of the world.

To wash away the darkness of this world, to sweep away the filth of this world, to pierce the ruthlessness of this time.

The greatest, merciful Immortal Heaven will bring peace, peace, and stability to this world.

Now, the seeds of the evil world are buried in the hearts of the people of Jøned, who are the tumors and viruses of this world, and our task is to eliminate them.

Rip their intestines out, use them to lubricate our swords, build a triumphant work of art out of their corpses, and we're going to kill these mongrels in large numbers!

Wine is served from their skulls, and their eyes are made into shiny bead chains and worn around our necks.

The people of Yonede must be punished! This is our sacred duty, as a mujahideen, as a personal guard of the apostles, this is our sacred duty and obligation.

Now, it's time! ”

Barambo's voice grew more and more intense, his voice getting louder and louder, one of his fingers raised high, vibrating as the voice grew louder.

When he got to the last word, he became relaxed. His head nodded affirmatively, although it was inevitable that he was a little nervous when facing so many people for the first time, but he did not have stage fright, but calmly and calmly.

When Balanbo finished speaking, the three-day time finally came, and Ye Feng opened his eyes, like a martial artist in retreat. The whole body revealed an unprecedented fierce momentum.

His eyes were clear and quiet, like a calm lake. His eyes were full of fairy-like freshness.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he may just be an ordinary boy next door, but in the eyes of people who have been killing for many years, Ye Feng's every move reveals a strong evil aura.

Only the kind of people who are churning in the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood have the kind of unique temperament, and only the momentum that only a true warrior has.

"Apostle, something is different..."

Balanbo muttered to himself.

Ye Feng stood on the holy platform, looking down on all beings. There were times when he was just a down-and-out defeated soldier, and when there were times when he was still fighting for survival. But now, he is looking at the land in a new light.

He took a breath of cold air from the ice field, and felt a wave of clarity throughout his body, but he didn't feel the sudden cold.

Ye Feng's bearskin coat was wrapped in a medium-sized chain mail, which was suitable for medium-sized cavalry galloping, and it was not too light or heavy. That's where medium-sized chain mail comes in. It is the leader's standard armor, although it is covered with a bearskin coat.

But Ye Feng didn't feel the slightest warmth, because of the long-term inactivity and sitting here, Ye Feng felt numb, it was slightly cold at first, and now the entire palms and soles of his feet have already frozen purple, although he still feels it, but it is not comfortable.

The first snow in Northern Europe is about to fall, and Ye Feng must attack quickly, time cannot wait, and decision-making must not be delayed.

Ye Feng stood up with a golden knife, glanced at everyone, and said in his mouth like a Green cannon:

"It's time, it's time to act, the people of Yonede must be punished! Right now! Let's go! Sortie!

Let the fast horses of the grassland gallop to their heart's content! Let the sword of the grassland be wielded to your heart's content! Trample the land of the Jonedites with the hooves of horses burning with hellfire, and from then on, crops will no longer grow!

Pierce the heads of the men of Jonedium with a sword splintered with the blood of their enemies.

I swear in the name of the Immortal Heaven!

The sword of the Huns is in the heart of the people of Jøned, and the blood of Jønede does not dry up.

My sword will never be withdrawn! ”

Beneath the altar, thunderous shouts erupted.

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

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The sound of the mountain and the tsunami moved the heavens and the earth, and Ye Feng prayed for three days, one is to inspire the morale of the army, and the other is to prepare for the battle.

If Attila saw the Hun army in front of him at this time, he would have been surprised, the Hun cavalry, infantry lined up in a neat phalanx. Phalanxes were formed.

In every move, there is a sense of being well-trained. Not at all like a group of temporary workers, but a fearsome professional army.

Strong individual ability, coupled with strict discipline, is like a whole tight phalanx. If the Romans formed the phalanx in search of security. Then the Huns just wanted to fully exert their combat effectiveness.

Strict discipline, coupled with amazing combat fervality, and morale that has reached the extreme. In ancient warfare, morale was often the most central factor in determining the victory of a battle.

Well-trained, high morale, far better than the Joneds well-equipped. There are also experienced combat skills, they are all veterans of a hundred battles.

Ye Feng looked at the winding army and was full of confidence in victory. Soldiers in gray robes with golden horse-head armbands on their sleeves marched on this land with high morale.

In the distance, there are no mountains and no sea, just endless plains, and the plains on the Baltic coast are a suitable base area. Ye Feng nodded secretly.

He finally took the first step towards independence, although on the surface, he was still under the jurisdiction of Attila, but far away, the sky was high and the sea was wide.

It is a happy land of freedom, thinking of this, Ye Feng showed a satisfied smile, and his legion, towards this distant journey, began to advance.

The wind was howling, the sky was dark, everything was like the end of the world, but all this was just the darkness before dawn.