"Use the sword as a scripture to cut away evil and pierce darkness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoNow, we are about to embark on a cross-century expedition! Everyone will be immortal by this, those who advance will be rewarded by heaven and earth, and those who retreat will be tormented in the fire of hell.

The Baltic coast, which will become a holy place, the slaves of the Baltic, are waiting for our conquest. Wealth, women, and flowers of glory are waiting to be plucked. A wonderful paradise that will leave a seat for the Mujahideen.

I won't force anyone! ”

Ye Feng raised his long sword, his face was firm, and his eyes said calmly, his kind and incendiary gaze swept over the soldiers, and the soldiers felt as if they were bathed in the sun and the spring breeze blowing. He narrowed his eyes and continued:

"If you are willing to sign the holy covenant, please wear the golden horse's head and white background armband, when you sign the contract and wear the armband, you will become a true jihad, your sinful soul will be as pure as a newborn child, and you will enjoy a wonderful and pleasant life in heaven, and that happiness will only be more than in the holy text, not less."

"Do the will of your only master, the Immortal Heaven! Sign the Sacred Pact! You will become an immortal holy warrior, the sword will avoid your body, and the arrows of your enemies will eventually pierce themselves. ”

Ye Feng roared feverishly, solemnly, and sensationally, and at this time, his voice became extremely passionate. The soldiers below are also excited, except for the Gallic war slaves, they are not deeply influenced by religion enough, except for the hope of a small number of Gallic war slaves, most of the **** Gallic war slaves with bulging muscles on their faces are disdainful.

And almost all of the three thousand infantry of the Order raised their hands in reverence and cheered.

"Holy War!"

"Holy War!"

"Holy War!"

The bloodthirsty fighting zeal of the Gauls was ignited, and they roared wildly, waving their limbs and weapons, and shaking their heads like furious madmen.

Ye Feng got off his horse and decided to pray for these soldiers personally, he was dressed in a golden armor holy robe, iron gilt scale armor, glowing with dazzling golden light, and a cloth golden holy robe with a pure golden horse head embroidered on it. He carried a gilded knight's sword at his waist. The golden helmet and holy armor are not magnificent.

He sat on the holy chair, on the table made of purple wood, there was a parchment roll, although the parchment paper is expensive, but waterproof, moisture-proof and oil-proof, compact structure, with high strength and a certain degree of folding resistance, more durable, longer preservation. And the quill pen is written on it, which is very beautiful and can present full colors.

A silver-robed disciple who is familiar with and proficient in simplified Chinese characters, writes Chinese characters in a beautiful and clear Latin font, although it is a little weird, but it also seems to be a kind of fusion beauty.

Soldiers lined up to say their names and press their red handprints.

And Ye Feng put the armband on the soldier's left arm, praying that the immortal heavens would bless you. Then the soldiers kissed the golden horse's head scepter that Uldin's hand was raised, and Uldin's occupation was now that of the Knight of the Order and the apostolic staffer.

A young Hun excitedly said his name, pressed his red handprint vigorously, and looked up to check the parchment scroll, on which his name was indeed written, and then left with peace of mind.

The parchment scroll is painted with a gold-armored saint-clothed warrior with a prancing horse carrying a sword, he is Ye Feng, and you can clearly see his clear gaze and determined eyes. In front of him, there was a terrified Roman, his mouth was wide open, and Ye Feng's long sword would stab him in the chest in the next second.

And behind Ye Feng, there was a group of gray-robed sect knights, they were prancing horses and carrying guns, their momentum was compelling, their eyes were cold, and their faces were fanatical. Behind them was the vast gray-robed infantry of the Order, and there was a prominent gray-robed infantryman's eyes that were full of bloodshots. And a few small dots were the Gallic servants, who hung far behind.

There was a holy light descending on Ye Feng's head, dazzling, and in stark contrast to him was the dim and declining Roman army.

The length is huge, and the scene is grand.

Unfortunately, this is a scene that does not exist in reality, and it was Ye Feng who specially asked the Roman painter to undergo artistic processing, just to make an idol and make a saint, in order to highlight his bravery and fearlessness.

But this fifteen or sixteen-year-old Hun boy was extremely admired, he came to Ye Feng on the right hand, he lowered his head, a little nervous, did not dare to look at Ye Feng's face, Ye Feng smiled, and said in a soft voice very skillfully:

"Child, lift your head."

Only then did the young man raise his head, and his trembling body looked at the kind Ye Feng, to his surprise, Ye Feng was extremely young, and even had a face as immature as himself.

"What's your name?"

Ye Feng continued to ask.

"Ardalius..."

Ardalius said in a trembling voice, but with irrepressible excitement, his face a little red and shy.

Ye Feng lightly put the armband on his left arm and said encouragingly:

"May the Immortal Heaven bless you!"

Ardalius nodded excitedly, walked over to the golden horse's head scepter, lowered his head, and kissed it vigorously.

Ye Feng no longer knew how many words he had said, wishing that the Immortal Heaven would bless you, and he didn't know how many armbands he had worn. The old, the weak, the sick, the disabled, and the hot-blooded youth.

And in order to establish a set of effective, simple and understandable military systems. After the signing of the contract and the speech to cheer him up, Ye Feng gathered the knowledgeable priests and the respected veterans and began to discuss the military system.

Too many complex military systems are unnecessary, and too rough will affect efficiency.

After discussing with the priests and veterans, Ye Feng decided that they would democratically elect the fifth, ten, and centurion by themselves, and the thousand-division and above would be directly appointed by the apostles, and the gray-robed priests would be set up at the centurion level, and the centurions would be set up as bishops, and the priests would play the role of supervision, propaganda, and education similar to "political commissars".

The clergy did not intervene in the battle, but were responsible for the ideological work of the soldiers and officers, and were directly accountable to the apostles, while the soldiers collectively owed allegiance to the immortals and were accountable to the apostles.

The people who decided on the outline of the military system in the midst of the noise talked about military merits, war trophies, and the like, but because there had not yet been a war, they did not determine the specific system of military merits, war trophies, and so on.

After the simplified military system was determined, Ye Feng began to swear.

Forty-three hundred-man troops, divided into three neat columns, with the Grey-robed Order's knights in the first row, the Order's infantry in the second, and the Gallic servants in the last.