Rows of Roman soldiers and their barbarian mercenaries knelt on the ground, their faces and bodies were covered in blood, their armor was stripped naked, and now they were **** and trembling waiting for their fate. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Attila's words have already decided their fate.

"Kill them all!"

A Hun general crooked his neck, his hair was disheveled, his hair was shoulder-length, and his face was full of disdain.

The Romans didn't know what the Huns were talking about, but some of their barbarian mercenaries knew the Huns, and they all cried out in fear, their faces mixed with mud and blood. They all begged for mercy with a loud voice.

"Kindness... Leave me alone..."

A barbarian mercenary said in Hungarian, his expression pained and terrified. His hands and body trembled uncontrollably, he was afraid, no matter how fearless he was on the battlefield before, but once he left the battlefield, he was nothing, he lost the courage to fight, and now, he just wanted to live.

But the Huns did not bother with their pleas for mercy, but with a mocking and disdainful smile on their faces, they plunged their swords into the back of their necks to prevent blood from spilling, and the slaughter was done in a clean manner.

Rows of Romans and barbarian mercenaries were slaughtered by the Huns like white pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

became the object of the Hun group's anger and fun.

Some Huns hung the Roman soldiers on the city wall, and then shot them with arrows, looking at the body of the Roman **** trembling, and their wide open and frightened mouths, they did not close their eyes because of panic, they opened their eyes widely, waiting for the dead general.

It was not that there were no barbarian mercenaries trying to escape, but that when he had just gotten up, the Huns did not make any gestures of attack, but looked at them mercilessly, cruelly, and with disdain. When he ran a few dozen meters away, an accurate arrow shot into the back of his neck.

Reluctantly, he ran forward a few steps with inertia, and then fell heavily to the ground, the arrow stuck in the back of his neck, and blood kept pouring out.

The blood fueled the beasts' desire to kill, and the Romans were slaughtered one by one. And their barbarian mercenaries, don't be cruel, their corpses are thrown in the wilderness at will, for wolves and vultures to eat.

Ye Feng's Neo-Tengri Sect was influential, but it was not enough to influence Attila's decision-making, and Attila refused to burn the corpses, even though the plague had already appeared in his army. The plague was not enough to stop Attila's advance, but it did reduce the army's combat effectiveness.

Under Ye Feng's hint, the nomadic Huns and Thuringians stayed away from the other Huns' camps, and instead of choosing to enter the city, they built their tents outside the city. In order to avoid infection with the plague, the nomadic Huns were in the best health due to their conversion to Protestantism and the implementation of their teachings.

Just as the Jews, who lived in isolation from others and had good hygiene, were not affected by the Black Death in the Middle Ages in Europe, the nomadic Huns and Thuringians were rarely infected by the plague.

Because Ye Feng saved the leader of the Thuringians, the Thuringians chose to convert to Protestantism, change their backward sanitary conditions, and also isolate themselves from the rest of the Huns under Ye Feng's suggestion.

Attila's failure to burn the body was such a great mistake that a few years later the Huns' route was littered with bones and the stench of corpses in Augsburg. In Ye Feng's eyes, Attila was a fool, he didn't know anything about medicine, he was just a cruel barbarian.

I don't know why, Ye Feng hated Attila more and more, whether it was the fiasco of the Battle of Charlon, or the several failures of his attack on Eastern Rome later, it accelerated the destruction of the Huns, a fighting nation like the Huns, once its chariot stalled, what awaited it was death.

And Attila did not really grasp the barbarians such as the Ostrogoths and the Alans who submitted to him, his empire was only an empire of nothingness, even if his Hun empire stretched from the Caspian Sea in the east to the Baltic Sea and the Rhine in the west, it was useless.

Attila, the so-called hero, must be held accountable for his people.

Ye Feng's awe of Attila is also becoming less and less. As long as it is a human being, there will be weaknesses, it will not be perfect, it can be crushed and defeated. Ye Feng was firm in this thought.

Before that, Attila decided to boost the morale of the 35,000 people by plundering, and all of a sudden 35,000 people swarmed into Augsburg, which originally only held more than 8,000 people, and all of a sudden, Augsburg became crowded.

This became a hell for the Romans, but it was a paradise for the Huns and barbarians, who unleashed their primitive desires to the fullest, wantonly destroying the city, Ye Feng led the Hun cavalry to break into the trebuchet, wanting to stop the angry and irrational Hun barbarians from slaughtering the Roman craftsmen.

But he was still too late, and the angry soldiers almost slaughtered the Roman craftsmen, and they searched the house with one Roman craftsman. If Attila had treated conquered peoples the way Genghis Khan had done, perhaps he would have built an empire for a hundred years.

Just as the Huns grinned, ready to cut off his head.

"Stop!"

Ye Feng shouted, the Huns stopped waving their scimitars and glanced at Ye Feng in surprise, Ye Feng didn't say anything, but walked over, grabbed the linen coat of the old Roman craftsman, and said in an extremely accented Latin:

"Do you know how to make catapults?"

"Yes, let me go... I'm just a civilian..."

The craftsman said with a trembling body, his hoarfrost-stained brows huddled together, tears glistening in his eyes. The Romans, who had long brought hegemony and war to others, could never have dreamed that they would have this day.

"What's your name?"

Ye Feng asked curiously.

"Calvin..."

The craftsman said with a trembling voice.

"Huh!"

Ye Feng laughed dryly, Calvin means bald head in Latin, but Calvin is standard Mediterranean hair. Ye Feng handed Calvin over to Ma Ma, and he went to find something valuable before the crystallization of this civilization was completely destroyed.

In a large house made of earth and stone, Ye Feng saw a noble lady hiding under the bed, and the silk clothes on her body were the best proof of her identity. The barbarian soldiers, who came and went to loot gold and valuables, did not notice.

Ye Feng kicked the noble lady out violently, and with a coquettish scream, the noble lady rolled out from under the bed, her clean silk clothes were stained, Ye Feng grabbed the noble lady's hair and picked her up. Regardless of her shouts, on the battlefield there were no men and women, only enemies, as Uldin had told him.