Ye Feng is most concerned about the things of the pioneer group, seven pioneer groups will bring 7 baronies, and Ye Feng's strength will increase a lot. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But the members of the pioneer group are mixed, and although all of them are believers, it is doubtful whether their beliefs are religious.

"To the great Lord and the Apostles, we are the people of Kaushi, led by the gray-robed priests of Kaushi, to this Promised Land. Pray for the gifts we deserve. ”

Ye Feng nodded slightly and brought the Kawushi people down. The other delegates were met in turn.

The priests were the most reassuring force for Ye Feng, but they also needed checks and balances.

Looking at these members of the complex pioneer group, Ye Feng fell into deep thought, he had a piece of dried meat in his mouth, and slowly tasted the taste, in his previous life, Ye Feng always liked to hold a cigarette and hold it in his mouth, so that he would not be lonely in space.

The pioneer group will be led by the barons and knights, as well as the priests, Ye Feng can't make these new members who have no merit a knight or baron all at once, then things will become very simple.

Promote the Hun knights with outstanding military achievements to the rank of baron, and the Hun cavalry with military merits to knights. These five viscounts, fifty baronies, were thus formed. There are more than 1,000 professional soldiers, thousands of herdsmen, and tens of thousands of cannon fodder slaves who can be sent to death at any time.

It was a huge force, and if in the Middle Ages, it was a small kingdom on its own.

Ye Feng promoted some knights and ordinary Hun warriors who were loyal to him, and sealed them in the new land, and all of a sudden these soldiers and knights burst into tears. Then fill the old barony with redundant newcomers, to enrich the population of the barony, and maintain the total number of soldiers in the barony at about 100 people.

These pilgrim groups, who are like refugees, are already very happy to have a pasture land of their own. Therefore, there is no dissatisfaction with Ye Feng's direct airborne knights and barons, but he just expects that the priests can follow Ye Feng's standards when collecting taxes.

Time flew by, castles were erected, pastures were popped up out of thin air, farms were built, and the whole of northern Germany entered a period of thriving construction, a great prosperity, even though it was built on the blood and sweat of slaves.

It didn't take long for a trade route to connect Buda with the Holy City, and the slaves and engineers who built the road began to build the Quartet to connect every corner of the world to the Holy City.

"All roads lead to the Holy City!"

Ye Feng proudly wrote on the scroll.

The Gallic girl Melissa, Colleen, and Carla, when they got off the carriage, Ye Feng personally greeted them, Melissa's typical gentle maid image, and Colleen was a bit of a girl-next-door atmosphere, Carla had a hot temper and a savage personality, but she was a friend who could make friends.

"Melissa, you're gaining weight again!"

Ye Feng jokingly said that now Ye Feng has a very good relationship with them, and there is no embarrassment at the beginning.

Melissa snorted softly, lowered her head a little shyly, and suddenly he saw Kaya pulling her skirt behind Ye Feng.

couldn't help but change her face drastically, Melissa couldn't help but say:

"Oh, hey, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I've found another good match, aren't you satisfied with the three of us sisters?"

Ye Feng smiled and didn't make a sound.

Colleen was very gentle and put on a beast robe that he had sewn for Ye Feng, and said softly:

"It's cold, be careful of catching a cold..."

Ye Feng smiled and kissed Colleen's face fiercely. But it said:

"It's still little Colleen who knows that she feels distressed!"

Colleen's face flushed suddenly.

And Kara raised her head very arrogantly, and said with disdain:

"Sister! Don't be nice to this bad guy! ”

The last to emerge from the carriage was the graceful and luxurious Roman noblewoman, Hillary. The white face, luxurious clothes, and noble temperament make Hillary feel a little domineering.

"This is the Roman "Holy Text", I have finished translating it, it is really a headache, there are many sayings that the Romans don't have, I want to break my head to translate it for you!"

Hilary rubbed her head and said, getting out of the carriage alone.

"Well, thank you!"

Ye Feng nodded, this is a respectable woman, a truly noble woman.

The construction proceeded quickly, and a large number of goods, people, and slaves were transferred to the Holy City, and this independent land became a land of freedom, of course, a land of paradise for the Huns and believers. But it is a hell for the unbelievers and slaves, and this is an indelible fact.

Soon, the middle of winter gradually arrived, and the snow was covered with snow. The wind was howling, and Ye Feng, who was hiding in the castle, was dining in his room, with his concubine Kaya, as well as his three female slaves, a Roman female advisor.

"Kara! You say my steak isn't tasty? You're blind! ”

Ye Feng said angrily, eager to slap the table.

"Hmph, it's just not pretty! Disgusting, unpalatable! Pig food! ”

Kara tilted her head upwards and her eyes were looking upwards, her face full of disdain, and she said things against her will.

The women were giggling, the atmosphere was very harmonious, and although Ye Feng was angry, he was happy in his heart.

The Hun camp, Attila's headquarters.

Attila, who did not return to Buda City for the winter, did not feel a little bad, dozens of his wives were by his side, so he had no loneliness at all, but it was bitter for his soldiers, but the soldiers were not dissatisfied, they could still spend a small amount of money to find happiness in cheap women.

Attila's face was covered with frost, his mouth and skin were bruised from the cold, he was not as strong as people said, only the people around him and his guards knew that Attila's heart began to waver, he wanted revenge, and only a new victory could bring back his glory.

No one could remain calm in the face of such a rout, and Attila faltered.

In the midst of the wind, his mind is now in utter confusion, sadness, despair, misery, all the negative emotions you can imagine you can find in Attila, the man known as the whip of God.

At this time, only religion could give him solace, and at this time, the black-clad archbishop of the Hun diocese came to Attila, a benevolent old man, his eyes clear, without any fanaticism, and the years had buried a firm faith in his heart.

"Trust in the Lord, the will of the Holy Lord is unfathomable! But the Holy Lord is the protector of the Huns, you should not just give up, your defeat is only because the greed for victory blinds your heart, but as long as your heart is clear and you fight for the Lord, you may not be able to win, but you will never lose. ”

The old man's hoarse voice rang out.