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An adult Hun confronted two young Huns, wielding his sword as if it were an art of battle, and carefully observing the reactions of the two Huns on the other side as he swung his sword.

And the two Huns on the opposite side were also watching him vigilantly, with a cautious face, after all, just now three of their companions had fallen at his feet, and they withdrew from the battle group in embarrassment, and they didn't dare to take it lightly. They don't want their ribs to be broken alive. But in the face of the brave adult Huns, they had no fear.

"In the name of the Holy Lord, I must teach you naughty ponies a good lesson today, so that you know what a real fiery horse is!"

The adult Hun roared angrily, as if the clear sky had changed color. It became gloomy and dense, and it seemed like it was about to rain heavily.

With a roar, the adult Hun pounced and slashed his sword at the head of the young Hun on the left, and sure enough, in order to avoid the blow, the young Hun quickly raised the round shield, and then the adult Hun let out a sly smile.

The calf was raised, and a fierce kick was kicked on the lower abdomen of the young Hun, and the young Hun was in pain, fell to the ground in pain, kicked up a cloud of dust, and with a bang, crawled out of the war group.

Branbury laughed, a hearty smile, as if he were not a bloodthirsty maniac, but a benevolent elder. His swinging sword was like a falling meteorite, crushing his enemies to pieces.

Several young Huns were knocked to the ground by Baramber as if they had been cut melons, and if it had not been for Balamboy's lack of exertion, these young Huns would probably have to lie in their tents for several days. Like a giant beast, Baramber rampaged through the enemy lines, leading his soldiers to smash them to pieces.

The young Huns were finally crushed after a batter, and there were no flouts, but each of them had at least one or two bruises on their bodies. In the end, the centurion of the young Huns was surrounded by adult Huns. The adult Hun grinned and approached the centurion.

The centurion seemed to be in a frenzy at the moment, and he raised his sword and shield, and roared towards the encirclement that was getting closer and closer. The adult Huns just smiled disdainfully.

Dozens of round shields smashed into the young centurion, leaving bruises on his face, chest, and thighs. They wanted to teach the arrogant centurion a good lesson to quench their anger.

The young centurion's face was almost swollen, and he finally lost consciousness and lay on the ground. Finally the adult Huns formed a neat phalanx, and the adult Hun centurion seemed to be showing off, a mighty and neat phalanx, all facing the loser with a gloomy expression.

The adult centurion drew his long sword violently, pointed it at the sky, and the rest of the adult Huns shouted:

"Victory!"

The already scrappy losers lowered their heads even more, and the losers of the Bull Legion left in a state of disgrace under the leadership of their centurion.

"Now you know the power of the Golden Wolf Legion, the little babies who have not yet matured!"

"Maybe they can go back to their mother's arms now and cry loudly!"

"Get out! It's not for the little ones here, it's a battleground for adults! ”

The Bulls cursed as if venting.

Ye Feng laughed and quietly left when the other party didn't notice him, but some soldiers still saw it, but the fight was fierce at that time, and no one cared about it, so he had to leave.

A Hun of the Golden Wolf Legion whispered a few times to Baramber, and Baramber's face changed, like a sunny day pouring rain in an instant, and his ruddy face turned green all of a sudden.

Ye Feng left and continued to start their patrol.

In the distance, smoke and dust billowed the sky and the sun, and dozens of legions were running and drilling, their sturdy bodies full of explosive power. Like a herd of horses running on the grassland, they are in a migratory movement. And when the herds migrate, nothing can stop them.

Ye Feng noticed their situation, they were not moving with their upper bodies, but running with full armor, this was just an appetizer for them, there was no calculation of the distance, just kept running until the strongest frontrunner was exhausted.

Ye Feng slightly estimated that it was at least five kilometers, and it was not a jogging, but a fast run, and their speed did not decrease at all.

Outside, the smoke and dust were billowing and the sound of killing shook the sky, like a scene in purgatory.

Ye Feng watched his army train, promote, and mature step by step. Ye Feng was full of confidence in conquering the barbarians. This is a brand new expedition, this is a new plan. It's not just destruction, it's construction. Ye Feng decided to use the Nordic Plain as a bridgehead for his conquest of Western Europe.

It's a wonderful location, in Northern Europe, with some of the best warriors in all of Western Europe, radiating the Polish plains and retiring to the harsh weather and difficult natural conditions.

This time Ye Feng, Ye Feng did three things.

Military spirit, armament, military strength.

The morale of the army is available, the armament is sufficient, the morale is high, and the army is full of strength.

This time, Ye Feng's conquest plan was inevitable, but just as he was indulging in his beautiful ideas, reality gave him a fatal blow.

In the distance, in the dust, a healthy horse broke into Ye Feng's tent.

A horse belonging to the gray-robed missionary in the Jonede region, carrying the head of the gray-robed missionary and the pro-Hungarian Yoned, was sent to Ye Feng, who was immediately furious, and he angrily smashed his fist against a gilded round shield, so strong that he cut a small wound on his hand.

Crimson blood flowed out.

The two hideous, twisted heads seemed to beg for mercy in agony, and it was clear that they had suffered a great deal of torture in their lives. In Ye Feng's eyes, a friend was worth a hundred neutrals, and a neutral was worth a hundred enemies.

Ye Feng couldn't sleep all night, his friend was tortured like this. This is a signal for a declaration of war, there is nothing to say, they will not give in and will not choose to unite. No one will have a good idea of a stranger who enters his own territory.

Ye Feng's fists were clenched tightly, and he didn't calm down until his nails sank into the flesh and red blood flowed out.

At this time, several tribes of the tribal alliance of the Yonedians were also engaged in fierce and turbulent quarrels.

"There is simply no way we can defeat the Huns! They have already hit Gaul! ”

Said a tribal leader with a dirty beard.

"How closed you are, these damn bastards have failed!"

A tall, muscular man said.

The strong man looked honest, but his constantly flashing viper-like eyes betrayed him.