"I'm going to throw my first javelin! I'm going to kill the first enemy! ”

Attila said loudly, raising his fist into the sky, clenching it tightly and shaking it vigorously. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The Hun soldiers behind Attila let out a roar, and the atmosphere of frenzy was instantly ignited, and bloodthirsty madness spread among the Huns.

Attila led the Huns to the city wall at great speed, and when they were more than 100 meters away, they began to run rapidly, like a bloodthirsty wolf, and a larger wave hit the city wall of Metz, shaking the big ship of Metz, but it had not yet overturned Metz.

This time, without the obstruction of bows and arrows and javelins, it was much smoother, and after just a few breaths, the Huns climbed violently to the siege engines and ladders, like spirit monkeys, and climbed the city wall, and suddenly many yellow-skinned faces appeared on the city wall.

The Roman general felt that the pressure was mounting and that there were more and more enemies, and his expression was grim and his eyes were serious. Vigilantly looking at the enemies around him, a left hand, tightly covering a knife wound on his right arm, although it was a minor injury, but the blood still flowed out.

Tick-tock, blood is like paint, painting the city wall with a layer of red paint, but the red paint exudes a strong smell of blood, blood. The Roman general endured severe pain, his face was flushed, and the lieutenant general beside him wanted to take him to the back, but he looked seriously at the dense barbarians under the city.

His heart has been decided!

Hope disappeared from his black eyes, his eyes instantly dimmed, and regardless of the pull of the adjutant general, he picked up a javelin on the city wall and pointed it at a barbarian soldier who was rushing over more than ten meters away. The javelin pierced the barbarian soldier's chest, and he fell, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Retreat! Fall back! ”

The lieutenants also did not care about the young Roman generals, and under the temptation of life, they left their generals. Shouting and beckoning the soldiers to retreat, they prepared for a street fight, and the Roman general mockingly glanced at the retreating frightened Roman soldiers.

The heart is full of sorrow, their barbarian mercenaries are still fighting bloodily and have not given up the battle, but the Romans, who are the protagonists, have retreated.

Rome, is this your last glow?

Looking at the panicked and embarrassed Roman deserters, the Roman general thought. In an instant his head was cut off by a long sword, and the Hun looked at his trophy with satisfaction, raised the head of the Roman general, who had not been blinded to death, and roared, kicking the Roman general's body down with a single kick.

The barbarian mercenaries continued their dying struggle under the leadership of the barbarian leader. But the flight of the allies caused great damage to their hearts and shook the already shaky morale of the army.

Finally, it didn't last long, and in the mouths of the giant beasts composed of barbarians and Huns, there were no bones left, and finally, the barbarians who had entered the city opened the door, and more than 30,000 troops were all squeezed in at once.

From the beginning to the present, Attila's siege operations have been extremely successful.

The city of Metz was completely destroyed, the people of Metz were reduced to slavery, and the soldiers were slaughtered.

The whole city was set on fire, it had no chance to thrive again, and the city would be completely reduced to death. Metz is surrounded by raging fire, like a hellish scene. Fallen eagle flags, broken glory. With the red broken flag fluttering in the wind, the glory of Rome was once again tarnished.

The fire burned for three days, and the anger of Attila and the Huns burned the city of Metz. When Ye Feng came to the city, it was a morning light, the sun was slightly bright, and the weather was slightly cool.

Surrounded by his own guards, Ye Feng came to the city and rode his horse into the city where only charred charcoal and broken stone buildings remained. Another city was destroyed, Ye Feng sighed. Ye Feng was not interested in continuing to watch, but rode his horse to the slave market of the Hun barbarians.

After each battle, the slave market was bustling with slave sellers and slave buyers. Ye Feng, accompanied by several guards, let the horse move forward slowly, looking at the slaves.

"Behold, O fresh virgin, my body is as pure as her soul, I assure! I have been trained by the Romans and am familiar with all kinds of techniques..."

"Gallic strong men! Whether it's farming! Or grazing! are all good hands...",

Most of these slaves were striped and few were clothed.

Ye Feng did see a lot of attractive women right away, the kind of woman who made Ye Feng blush and heartbeat, but now, Ye Feng didn't have any expression other than his heartbeat. The purpose of his trip is not to be a woman, not to mention that there are three beautiful girls and mature women in his yurt.

"Go see if there are any artisans for sale"

Ye Feng was bored and instructed the Huns under his command that he had no hope of buying a craftsman, and sure enough, after a circle, the Huns under his command did not find a craftsman.

The frustrated Ye Feng had to leave.

The noisy slave market, bustling with people and busy like a big city, is a few thousand people buying and selling here, not only slaves, but also all kinds of handicrafts, exquisite bracelets, gorgeous silk clothes, and more pottery.

There are also cattle, sheep and horses.

Ye Feng actively encouraged the nomadic Huns to buy horses, even though cattle and sheep were more valuable, but Ye Feng said:

"The moment you get on the horse, your sins are erased, and you will be free and sinless, but this does not mean that you can go to heaven, and more likely to continue to wander on earth."

After the city was breached, not only the Huns and barbarians celebrated, but Ye Feng also had to attend religious ceremonies, which was quite a ritual, that is, praying that the souls of these dead in battle could ascend to heaven.

In the morning, the sun had just risen, Ye Feng was wearing a golden robe, and his head was also covered in it, like a wizard performing an evil ritual, he was holding a gold-plated scepter.

The main body of the scepter is made of iron, the main body is a high-spirited roaring horse's head, and below the horse's head is a cuboid, the front of the rectangle is engraved with several simplified Chinese characters of the Huns, and below is a pole made of hardwood, on which there are double circles at intervals, the first circle is single-layered, and it is gilded. Everything else is silver-plated.

The gilded horse's head looks proudly in all directions, shining in the sun's rays.

Behind him, there were twelve silver-robed disciples, holding the Tengger Sutra in their hands, with a face of piety and fanaticism. He muttered the contents of the scriptures like a saint.

The Huns and barbarians below were also quiet, not afraid to make a sound, but shocked by this solemn ceremony, they even lost the instinct to breathe, and watched all this with wide eyes.