The dense phalanx of knights, the Tenth Legion and the Eleventh Legion, surged like the tide of the sea, and the sound of horses' hooves was hurried. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoTwo hundred men and two hundred horses form a wall.

The Cavalry Wall, an impenetrable wall of copper, was formed by two hundred knights of the Little Grey Order, striking the enemy in front of them into pieces.

The gray robe of a little gray-robed Order knight was deformed by the wind because of the rapid charge, his face was bruised by the cold wind, and the cold wind pierced his eyes like a knife, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

But he opened his eyes with difficulty, and he tightened his grip on the cavalry, placing the spear on a straddle belt at his waist so that he could grasp the spear more easily.

The howling wind made the burqa blow out of shape, the frenzied gray robe danced with the wind, like a mad demon, the golden horse's head armband was still firmly fastened to the knight's shoulder, the fully equipped heavy chain mail completely protected the knight's body, and the iron helmet protected the knight's head.

The iron armor roared, and the knights sang. It was not yet time to celebrate, but from the excited expression on the knight's face, the victory in the war could be predicted.

Ye Feng looked indifferently at the two hundred knight teams that were galloping at extreme speed, and said in a ruthless voice:

"Will the dead heart still be broken?"

The ground shook and the mountains shook, the sound of swishing footsteps, the crash of ping-pong. A full 4,200 people, like a giant beast, rushed towards this small fishing village in an encirclement posture. The Hun infantry and knights, who formed a neat phalanx, approached the small fishing village at great speed with a charging posture.

The panic in the fishing village is understandable, and many of the Ionedians did not even have time to pack their belongings, so they ran desperately towards the outside of the village, but no matter how fast their feet were, could they pass the horses faster?

A middle-aged woman of the Yonedan people, in a hurry of life and death, looking for everything of value in her home, she never dreamed that death would one day be so close to her, and that war would take place in this nameless little fishing village.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the daughter beside her nervously tugged at the hem of her skirt. Only then did she react, and threw down the belongings she had found, and cried out loudly:

"Run! Get out of this damn place! Go to town, find your drafted father! ”

After saying that, the middle-aged woman pushed the little girl out of the door, and the middle-aged woman stepped forward and ran dozens of meters, the Hun knight had arrived, and the knight on the horse was expressionless, as if he was doing something very ordinary, and the knight's long sword was waved in his hand, after turning a few flowers in the air.

The knight's sword slashed at the middle-aged woman's neck, and a huge blood-spattered head flew up, losing its headless body, and because of muscle inertia, it ran a few steps forward, fell down, and kicked up dust.

The blonde Lori in front glanced back, opened her small mouth of fear, two long golden braids swayed in the wind, and the blonde Lori continued to run, because she was frightened and nervous, she didn't see the stones in front of her, and accidentally tripped over.

The sound of horses' hooves is urgent, blonde Lori turns her head, and the ruthless knight swings her sword.

In the small fishing village, there were screams and cries everywhere. The small flames gradually spread throughout the fishing village, and Ahama under Ye Feng's crotch sneezed, Ahama swayed his body uneasily, and the whole horse moved slightly.

"The sword of the Huns is in the heart of Jøned, and if the blood of Jønede does not dry up, my sword will never be withdrawn!"

Ye Feng said expressionlessly.

Ye Feng's golden-robed guards shouted feverishly:

"The sword of the Huns is in the heart of Jøned, and if the blood of Jønede does not dry up, my sword will never be withdrawn!"

Those who don't know think that they deliberately designed it in advance, but this is actually the desire of the soldier's heart, an oath from the heart.

The two hundred men scattered as if they were hunting in pursuit of their prey, and one of the Hun knights opened his Hun bow, aimed at the target, and with a whoosh, one of the Yonedians fell to the ground, and the Hun knights were not even interested in finding out if the Yoneds were really dead.

Immediately went to find the next target to hunt, like a hungry wolf, cunning, cruel, and ruthless. But it conforms to the law of survival on the grassland. With the fall of one Yonede after another, the small fishing village was almost slaughtered, and the soldiers gave vent to their desire to kill.

But more people knew the value of manpower, and the Huns did not kill indiscriminately, capturing the women of Jøned, and using the men of Jønede who were able to work as coolies. There were seventy-two women and one hundred and three men. This is the data given to Ye Feng by the Roman clerk.

But what Ye Feng wanted to see was not only data, but also living people, and he rode his horse into the burning, crumbling fishing village, the fire crackling, and the red tongue of fire was like a letter spit out by a poisonous snake.

Rows of neatly arranged Hun soldiers were waiting for Ye Feng's review, their backs and chests straightened, presenting their most perfect and perfect side in front of their great leader.

In stark contrast to the high-spirited Hun soldiers, the scattered slaves, the freedmen of Jonede had been reduced to war slaves in an instant, not yet adjusting to their new status, and their eyes were full of hope for life.

Seeing the embarrassed and unbearable Yonede slaves standing in a messy pile, when Ye Feng's gaze swept over the young woman of Yoned, he couldn't help but swallow a saliva, several young Yonede women were in good shape, and for the hungry Huns who could see the sow as a sable, the temptation was unimaginable.

For an adult man who has not been in contact with a woman for a few months, Ye Feng is also a big temptation, but that's all, the woman who was grayed with a flower face has a different charm, but that's all, life is not a novel. Ye Feng just took a look at the flowers and left after a quick inspection, but as a leader, his subordinates naturally had to think about it and solve their worries.

A girl with a gray face looked at Ye Feng, she glanced at Ye Feng hatefully, this woman named Vishnevskaya, although she didn't know who this mysterious black-haired man was, but he should be one of the commanders of this cruel battle.

At night, passing by the ruins of a small fishing village, Vishnevskaya covered her face and cried quietly.

When Ye Feng walked through a day's march, got off his horse, and walked into the camp, he saw the woman who had looked at her, Vishnevskaya. Ye Feng smiled mockingly, no wonder everyone wanted to be a leader. It seems that it has been the same throughout the ages.