Only the whirring wind could be heard all around, Ye Feng slowly opened his tired eyes, and there was silence all around, this was a dark apocalyptic scene. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The crippled flaming banner hunted in the wind, reflecting the dark, congealed blood. What kind of scene is this, Ye Feng is difficult to describe in words.

A strong sleepiness swept over him, but he couldn't sleep, broken swords, broken shields, corpses. God knows how many people have died here, and there are constantly undead people moaning in pain.

Ye Feng sat in place until it was dark.

Before that, he was just an ordinary person in peacetime, but he was caught up in this wave of national migration.

When people woke up like him one after another, Ye Feng didn't know what kind of race they were, some with white skin and some with yellow skin.

Most of them were wearing cloth clothes, the cloth clothes were stained with blood, and some high-status people were wearing leather armor, but all of them were depressed and demoralized, they did not continue to attack each other, but as if they had a tacit understanding, they slowly retreated from each other, no one noticed Ye Feng's foreign body, and his special clothing did not attract too much attention.

Overnight, Ye Feng also figured it out, if he came, he would be safe. Removed a piece of leather armor from a general, pulled out a short sword inserted into the flesh, and picked up a curved short bow by the way. This is all Ye Feng's property.

Ye Feng looked at both sides, on one side was the camp of the white race, and on the other side was the camp of the yellow race, and instinctively walked towards the camp of the yellow race.

Because they were all very tired, when Ye Feng followed the yellow race and walked aimlessly, everyone didn't speak.

It wasn't until noon, when the sun's flames baked the earth, that everyone had to stop to rest and start chatting.

In order to avoid revealing the stuffing, Ye Feng went to a place where there were few people, and at this time, a man with strong muscles was moaning on the ground, and a cut was made on his chest, if he was not treated in time, he would die of infection without bleeding.

They all regarded him as if he were dead, so they left him in this corner and left him to fend for himself.

But as a modern person, Ye Feng couldn't be indifferent, he couldn't watch a life disappear before his eyes. What he may not know is that his decision will have a profound impact on him later.

He didn't know if he could save him, but he decided to give it a try, because they and himself had long thought of themselves as dead men anyway.

Ye Feng thought for a while, didn't speak, and walked into a group of people, a group of people were surrounding the fire, and they were roasting the fire to drive away the cold winter, the earth was white, and the heavy snow just now aggravated the pain of the injured strong man, no one could think that he could live, except for Ye Feng.

With a bang, Ye Feng pulled out his sharp short sword, everyone was startled, the sound of drawing the sword sounded, Ye Feng didn't speak, just quietly burned the short sword red.

The iron short sword was burned red, Ye Feng left the fire, and everyone saw that Ye Feng didn't react excessively, they just thought he was very weird, and he didn't say anything when someone talked to him, so everyone regarded him as a dumb person.

Ye Feng carried a short sword and walked in front of the strong man with a bloody wound on his chest, seeing that he was going to die. Ye Feng did not hesitate, and approached the strong man with bulging muscles, the strong man thought that he was going to kill himself, and he didn't speak, but just glanced at him gratefully.

If there's anything worse than death, it's that life is worse than death. A strong man is just better off than dead.

Ye Feng pressed the red-hot sword on the wound of the strong man, at this time, the sound of stabbing and twisting barbecue sounded, and the strong man was also strong enough, but he gritted his teeth tightly, and the beads of sweat continued to drip down.

But the strong man didn't make a sound, just endured the hot iron sword, and Ye Feng couldn't help but praise it softly.

"That's amazing!"

Ye Feng smiled at the strong man. I have to say that smiling is the best means for human beings to communicate with each other, and strong men will also laugh, because although he doesn't know why Ye Feng did this, he feels much better, and the blood is not shed.

Just a burning pain in the chest.

A leader-like person walked over, patted the strong man's shoulder comfortingly, and said a few words, Ye Feng couldn't understand what they were saying at all, so he could only stay silently aside.

It's just that the two of them seem to be very friendly and should be fine, and in fact, it is true.

After half a month, Ye Feng has gradually adapted to the nomadic life, his originally slightly obese body is already a little lean, his biceps muscles have also become bulging, and his abdomen has protruded a few muscles.

The strong man that Ye Feng saved is also alive now, because Ye Feng is a surgeon, so he knows how to deal with trauma in such a simple situation, but he didn't think that the strong man could live at first, maybe the vitality of these nomads is too strong, and it is actually better.

It was just a scary scar, and the strong man didn't feel anything wrong with the wound, and he even went around looking for someone to show off his scar.

Sunset.

Ye Feng rode a grassland horse, sprinted hard, held a short bow in his hand, and shot towards ten targets fifty meters away.

Five out of ten arrows missed the target, which was already very rare for Ye Feng, who had just learned to ride a horse and shoot arrows.

Half a month of nomadic life allowed Ye Feng to gradually learn a little bit of the language of this nomadic people.

Such as eating, sleeping, attacking, retreating... Such a simple vocabulary may be because there is no agricultural civilization, the language is very simple, and the grammar is also very simple, which is not a big deal for Ye Feng, a surgeon who suffers from memorization.

Later, after continuous understanding of this nomadic tribe, he can be sure that this nomadic tribe is Huns, as for the specific time, he still does not know, but the tribes are migrating one after another.

In addition to the eldest son of the Mongol period, there was only the Huns of God's whip, but fortunately he saved the strong man named the dreadnought, otherwise he had no relatives and no reason here, and he didn't know how to survive.

But nomadic life is not all bad, clean air, pure earth, clean rivers, and unrestrained maidens. Everything was not in the previous life.

But nomadic life was also bloody and brutal, and during this period, the Huns continued to move westward, and villages along the way were looted.

Ye Feng and the others were regarded as defeated soldiers, so the looting had nothing to do with them, which made this group of Huns a little frustrated. But Ye Feng, who fell behind, still saw the tragically dead corpses lying on the ground, even more cruel than the battle half a month ago, this was simply a massacre.

The strong smell of blood lingered in the village for a long time, Ye Feng couldn't help but vomit, and when the bile was all gone, he felt a little more comfortable, and it was also thanks to the fact that he was a surgeon, of course, an intern.

As for the skin scale armor on Ye Feng's body, it was not snatched away by the Huns, although the Huns were very brutal, but the basic rules were still understood, that is, the spoils of war belonged to the people who robbed them.

The dreadnought picked up the bow in his hand and aimed it at the corpse that fell on the tree a hundred meters away, I don't know what nationality it is, but according to Ye Feng's estimate, it may be an Ostrogoth.

The tide of the great migration of nationalities is unstoppable, no one can stop it, and it is impossible for Ye Feng, a traverser, he can only take advantage of the trend, and the only thing that makes him feel at ease is.

He was not a Goth, nor a Roman, nor a Saxon. He was a Hun who belonged to the conquerors, the victors.

"Haha, look at my archery! Let's see if it passes through the left eye", after all, the dreadnought is a person who has played with bows and arrows for more than thirty years, although the person in the distance is only the size of a watermelon, the human eye is like a watermelon seed, and the shot is not so simple, just the wind speed, arrows, bows, the size of the force needs to be exquisite, and a cool head.

Otherwise, when facing the enemy, the hand trembles, and the arrow flies out softly, which is not good, the name of the whip of God of the Huns is not blown, but shot out with an arrow and a knife.

When Ye Feng saw the nameless corpse hanging upside down, he felt a sigh for a while, whether one day, he would be like them, this is also uncertain. Without waiting for Ye Feng to think about life, the fearless walked towards the upside-down corpse.

As the intrepid expected, the arrow slammed into the corpse's left eye, exploding the eyeball, and the congealed blood did not come out, but the corpse held it tightly in its hand.

This didn't attract the attention of the dreadnought, but Ye Feng noticed, he walked in front of the dead corpse, drew his short sword, and split the palm of the dead corpse in half, since the corpse was already dead, no blood splattered.

Bell bell

The sound of a gold coin falling on the ground startled the dreadnought, and then patted Ye Feng on the shoulder, signaling that he had done a good job.

Except for the Hun nobility, the Hun tribesmen did not have names, so they only had nicknames.

So at present, the dreadnought only has a nickname and no name, but this does not affect the status of the dreadnought among the Huns in the slightest, if it comes to combat effectiveness, twenty Ye Feng is not his opponent.

Ye Feng picked up the gold coin and stuffed it into the hands of the dreadnought, who only weighed it twice and estimated the fineness of the gold coin.

didn't accept it, smiled and stuffed the gold coin into Ye Feng's hand.

Ye Feng felt the coldness of the gold coin in his hand, and did not refuse.

With the continuous deepening of the westward expansion, Ye Feng has understood that the place where he is currently located is the northern region of France, that is, the Gaul region, and now it is the year 450 of the Christian era, and the famous decisive battle of Charompini in history is about to take place, and the strength of the Huns will be frustrated here, although it has not completely destroyed the Huns, but it has also greatly weakened the Huns.

But what can Ye Feng do, he is just a Han who has mixed in with the Huns, except for knowing some famous historical events, he is still blind to the current situation.

Savage, dark, bloody.

This was the only feeling he had in this era, marching, constantly marching, migrating with the tribe every day, this was a great pain, and Ye Feng did not have a horse of his own.

Although the Huns are nomadic people, it is impossible to do a horse per person, and then slowly get used to it, the life of the ancients is not so good, at first he was still nostalgic for his hometown, missing his relatives.

But gradually, his memories of the past began to blur, and when he woke up, he even thought that he was a native of this era, a native of Hungary.

But as he learned from the dreadnought, his horsemanship, archery, and sword skills became sharper and sharper, and his strength became greater and greater, and his originally bloated body was also lean and lean, and his eyes were bright.

Eventually, the people of the tribe finally decided to send out their dead soldiers, the soldiers who crawled out of the pile of dead people, to plunder.

There is no doubt that the Dreadnought has become the leader of this group of defeated troops, a leader, and although Ye Feng is not skilled in his skills, he has also gained their respect because of his close relationship with the Dreadnought.

I don't know that I think that the dreadnought has a special relationship with Ye Feng, because Ye Feng once saved the dreadnought, so the dreadnought is very close to Ye Feng.

The task of this raid was assigned by the Huns of higher status, Ye Feng counted, a total of twenty-eight cavalry, one hundred and eight infantry.

Needless to say, the nomadic soldiers of this era are simply ancient special forces, capable of shooting from a distance and fighting in close combat.

Coupled with the harsh living conditions on the steppe, the Huns were physically strong, and it is no wonder that the once powerful Roman legions and many barbarians turned to the Huns in the face of the wind.

Moreover, the nutritional conditions of the Huns were generally stronger than those of the agrarian peoples, and the variety of food was relatively sufficient, and the peasants confined to the land were no match for these people at all.

Moreover, the overall level of civilization of the Huns was not very high, but the level of military civilization reached the level of the Romans, with well-trained troops and sophisticated weapons.

This resulted in bloody, brutal, and powerful Huns. Thanks to the Romans, they don't have a trade embargo, they don't have an arms embargo, and even if they do, no one cares.

There is also the Roman hostage system, he gave the barbarian hostages a chance to learn about the Roman civilization, and the fall of Varus was not the credit of the barbarian hostages.

But now Rome wants to send hostages to the Huns, and it has to be said that the subject and guest are transposed, and the authority is not there.

But these are not Ye Feng's concerns, he is now walking obscenely at the back of the plundering team, looking at the mocking and disdainful eyes of the Huns, and he is not moved, his first priority is to survive, this is the most important thing. As for what is the king and hegemony and changes the course of history, in this troubled era, it is just a joke, the strength of one person is weak, and a group of people, too, will be crushed to pieces under the wheel of history.

This is a typical Gallic village, and although the Gauls already knew that the Huns were coming, they had no way to retreat.

White smoke wafted from the stove, it was noon, and the occasional rooster and dog could be heard, and the longhouses made of wood, the roofs of dry straw, and the mixing of people and livestock under the same space.

Occasionally, the sound of people talking to each other could be heard, and the dreadnought led the troops to a position about a hundred meters from the Gallic village, which was a wooded area, so that hundreds of people could be hidden.

The insects and birds chirped in the woods, so discordant, without these Huns, those Gauls might have lived a comfortable life, but death came unexpectedly.

But in an instant, Ye Feng drove this ridiculous idea out of his mind, people, who are originally aggressive species, have only two choices, to become the conqueror or the conquered.

Ye Feng will undoubtedly choose the former.

The Dreadnought lowered his hand slightly, took out his short bow, and pointed forward. A tall Gallic man is holding a wooden farming tool and is preparing to go home.

Sou!

An iron arrow shot into his neck.

Fresh blood splattered out, and the Gallic man snorted and fell to the ground, his wooden farming tools falling to the ground.

The dreadnought waved his hand, the Huns lowered their bodies and began to move, Ye Feng stretched his bow and stringed, looking for a target, he didn't want to melee with these tall Gauls.

The Gauls are tall, fair-skinned, usually brave and ruthless, and good at close combat, at Ye Feng's current level, he is not enough for the Gauls to stuff their teeth.

Therefore, Ye Feng chose to follow the Huns and move behind, leaving himself far behind the team, while the dreadnoughts took the lead in the charge.

Due to the complex and rugged terrain of the Gallic villages, the Huns did not choose to charge on horseback, but approached on foot.

In fact, even if they are nomads, it is impossible to have a horse in their hands, the main force is still infantry, and the Huns were able to dominate Europa before the Mongols, relying not only on cavalry, but also on fierce foot combat.