Attila personally visited Ye Feng after the mobilization meeting, and told him about the difficulties he encountered and his ambitions, in short, Attila repented, and he saw those believers who wanted to dedicate themselves to the church, and they were all firm in their beliefs. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, Attila made a compromise suggestion to Ye Feng, he could take away three hundred combat orders, because this was originally a quasi-religious army, and he could also take away all the remaining original servant army, a total of more than a thousand servant troops. Including 700 Gallic war slaves, 300 Gallic free slaves.

"As a generous king and a faithful believer, I will also select more than three thousand elites from the army to assist in your expedition!"

Attila swore as he wiped the sweat from his face. He said with a foaming mouth.

A few days later, Ye Feng stood, looking at his expeditionary army, the shabby degree was difficult to describe in words, except for the three hundred knights of the Battlefield Order riding horses one by one, wearing iron scale armor, and the front half of the horses was also protected by heavy leather armor, rattan-like interlaced leather armor, so that the horses had incomparable defensive power.

The knights of the Order were particularly ornately equipped, with a gray burqa draped on the outside of their scales and horses' outfits, and a high-pitched horse's head embroidered on their chests, which was imposing.

The Gallic slaves were no different from the African refugees, dirty, sweat-stained, blood-stained, mud-stained cloth clothes were worn on their bodies, and the cloth clothes were of different colors, coarse cloth clothes were green, red, brown, but most of them were brown.

More than half of the Gallic war slaves are **** upper body, revealing lean muscles, two tight pectoral muscles like iron casting, strong and abnormal biceps brachii are full of explosive power, and the six-pack abdominal muscles in the abdomen rhythm with their breathing, and the whole body is full of streamlined beauty.

In their hands they had broken spears and swords. On the back is a round shield dyed with natural dyes, mostly bright blue and green shields.

Their bloodthirsty eyes shone brightly, and though their clothes were ragged, their faces were covered with mud and their bodies were stinking. But their spirits are very good, and they are not like slaves who are blind-eyed.

The Gallic free slaves, on the other hand, cowered, it seems that they have not yet been converted from the status of slaves and freemen, most of them are evasive and trance-like, but there are still a few of them with a determined face and full of self-confidence.

They were all dressed in clean coarse cloth of various colors, with sharp short spears and two Germanic javelins in their hands, and their clothes were mostly beautifully sewn, not as rough as those of the Gallic war slaves, which did not make people feel uncomfortable.

Judging from the appearance, the Gallic free slaves are obviously a very good-looking army, but if the Gallic war slaves are allowed to fight with the Gallic free slaves, the Gallic free slaves will definitely be blown up, and the free slaves are usually just farming, and they are completely incomparable with the war slaves who have been dedicated to fighting since childhood.

But there was no shortage of courageous and passionate men among the free slaves in Gaul.

And the so-called "elites" carefully selected by Attila are all old, weak, sick and disabled, although they are all Huns, but most of them are poor, they are simply a bunch of beggars, shabby coarse cloth can only cover their bodies, but they are very clean.

Their faces and bodies were also washed clean, and their bodies did not emit any peculiar smell, clean but simple. Poor but proud. This is what Ye Feng said about them right away.

These Huns are steadfast and pious in their eyes, the old are not dull, the young are not arrogant and irritable, the disabled have eyes as sharp as falcons, and the sick are full of hope for the future.

Moreover, these Huns, like the knights of the Grey Order, painted a high-spirited horse's head with a simple natural dye that exudes the smell of nature, and a wooden horse head ornament amulet hung on the chest.

Although Ye Feng had to agree to Attila's so-called carefully selected army, he still put forward his own requirements, that is, these Huns must come from the bitter, the far north, and the far east, and they must come from the most barbaric, bloodthirsty, and wild areas.

Ye Feng doesn't need a group of humble gentlemen, nor does he need a group of civilized people who are corrupted by matter. What he needs is a rough man who can endure hardships and stand hard work, is pious and bloodthirsty, and savage and ruthless, not a bunch of sissies who can only scratch their heads in gorgeous equipment.

To Ye Feng's request, Attila readily agreed, these poor Huns were simply worthless, they could neither pay enough taxes, nor could they create exquisite crafts, let alone obey Attila's command.

So Attila waved his hand and assigned these poor Huns who couldn't even be equipped with their own equipment to Ye Feng, which had no effect on him, and these Huns in the extreme east were far away from his rule.

It's a win-win situation.

The cautious Attila did not leave the defensive circle he had built immediately after the Roman coalition disappeared, but carefully observed for a few days and found that there was nothing abnormal before leaving in a huff.

And Ye Feng, in the face of these, looked at himself and regarded himself as the backbone of the Huns and Gallic servant army.

He rode on top of a golden horse and wore a golden military uniform, not for the sake of pretending, but for practical political and military considerations, and as a ruler and religious leader, he always had the demeanor and spirit of a general.

Conduct as bright as a true apostle of God, and always give people a sense of superiority and intimidity, cruelty and kindness, arrogance and humility, greatness and ordinariness.

Ye Feng glanced at the expeditionary force of more than 4,300 people who were quiet but full of incomparable strength, and cleared his throat in a low voice. Then he looked at the shining sun with a reverent face, and drew his cavalry sword violently.

The blade of the long sword, glowing with metallic luster, shone golden in the golden sunlight, like a fiery sword in the Tengger Sutra.

The Blazing Sword, made of sacred culture, contains the flames of hell, is invincible, and its present life symbolizes killing, conquering, and victorious!

The crowd, who had been quiet, began to coo, and someone whispered and trembled:

"The fiery sword, the fire of hell will burn this world..."

There is a red glow of excitement on someone's face and eyes, it is the desire for victory, the conquest, the hysterical frenzy for a better life.

"Victory... It's a victory..."

Ye Feng obviously noticed the restlessness underneath, at this angle, he couldn't see the brilliance of this ordinary knight's long sword, so he frowned dissatisfiedly, and finally spoke.