Is this where the village chief lives? Although I know that the civilization of the Huns is low, it is not like this, right? Damn, is this where the whip of God of Attila, King of the Huns, lives? Ye Feng complained in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A wooden circular house slightly larger than an adobe house, flanked by guards in scale-heavy armor and armed with round shields and spears. They all have distinctly oriental faces, black hair, black eyes, two pinches of mustache on the chin, yellow skin, and brown armor.

The eyes were full of the self-confidence of the victors, but they did not treat Ye Feng lightly, Ye Feng's reputation came faster than his people.

Under the leadership of the guards, Ye Feng entered the circular house. Outside the hut are two totems depicting eagles and horses, and Huns with bows and arrows chasing his enemies. A scene of war.

And Ye Feng finally met Attila, the whip of God, a kind leader, which Ye Feng observed. Attila shook off the tribal leader who was discussing government affairs with him. gave Ye Feng a hug cordially, which Ivan didn't expect.

Attila, not too tall, has a very strong body. The limbs are short, the appearance of a typical oriental, the black eyes radiate an amazing look, the short body is full of strength, small eyes, and a sunken nose. The whole person is full of vitality,

"My dear friend, great oracle, your deeds are being preached from all directions, and I have summoned you in the hope that you will cure my headache. My head gets dizzy from time to time, and it's already taking a toll on my work! ”

Attila first praised Ye Feng, and then put forward his own appeal.

"To the great Hun King Attila, I am just a witch doctor of a small tribe, and I do not deserve such warm hospitality from your majesty. I am always loyal to you! My faithfulness is like a flame in hell that never cools. ”

Attila nodded with satisfaction, and did not mention the headache again, but said directly:

"Disband your organization, I already know about your organization of a private army, be your witch doctor, help the suffering, not seize the power of the world! I allow you to spread the Neo-Tengri, and in fact, I like the teachings of it, such as that some people are born rulers! ”

Attila almost shouted, and the benevolent appearance disappeared.

Ye Feng had a pimple in his heart, there was a traitor among the thirteen disciples!

"I'm sorry, my majesty, I just want to..."

Ye Feng continued to explain.

"Enough, dissolve it! If it weren't for the fact that you saved so many Hun warriors, you wouldn't see me here, remember! This is my final warning to you! ”

Attila said angrily.

"Yes! My Majesty! ”

Ye Feng understood that he was still too anxious, the religious reform was too fast, too radical, and it was doomed to failure.

And it's very poorly prepared. If it weren't for Attila's jealousy of Ye Feng's influence, Ye Feng would have been in a different place long ago.

Ye Feng walked out of the highest power center of the Huns in frustration, and the guards outside were already waiting anxiously. Seeing Ye Feng come out in frustration, they all asked:

"How's it going?"

"Disband the Guard!"

Ye Feng said regretfully, stopping all activities, maybe they can be spared from purging.

Attila was a man who had entered Rome, had received a high education, and was very politically skilled. He executed those who fell to Ye Feng on trumped-up charges, and the tribal leaders who reacted drew a line with Ye Feng one after another. At that time, everyone was at risk.

Ye Feng originally wanted to increase the strength of the Huns, but he didn't expect it to be weakened, or he was too impulsive. You have to eat the rice one bite at a time. Ye Feng returned to Urdin's tribe and found that the Huns were looking at him with strange eyes. Ye Feng was discouraged, he even had the urge to take Melissa away, but where could he go in this great national migration?

The Huns are constantly advancing, and the resistance they encounter is getting bigger and bigger, and Ye Feng's religious reform movement has also fallen into a low ebb, and the Huns don't know that a big defeat awaits them.

In the dimly lit tent, under the dim light of an oil lamp made of livestock oil, Ye Feng took the quill he had looted from the Romans and began the compilation of the Tengger Sutra, a doctrine that blended Christianity and ****** religion. He argues that people are born with original sin and that people live to atone for their sins. He also added some radical and aggressive teachings.

People should not stay on horseback all day and hide in their hometowns. Rather, a "holy war" should be conducted! Only those who participate in jihad can go to heaven. It is lawful and reasonable to raid the infidels, but it is not permissible to fight against fellow believers. All people who believe in Tengri are brothers, and brothers are to help each other.

The daily ritual of prayer is the practice of bowing and arrows and slashing. Whoever shoots the arrow most accurately and cuts the most pious will pray the most devoutly.

...

The timing of the regular meeting of the Thirteen Apostles has not changed, and as in Christianity, Sunday is a religious day. On Sundays, believers put down their work and set aside an hour to gather together to discuss religion. An hour was not much for the Huns who were leisurely in the rear.

In Ye Feng's yurt, the thirteen disciples sat beside Ye Feng in turn, and Ye Feng said in a soft voice:

"You are all nameless, and I will give you names, which is my gift to you! Your names, according to your height, are Balamber, Bashik, Kusk, Charathon, Donatus, Octa, Lua, Mondezuk, Obsius..."

Ye Feng paused, and continued to say in a flat voice:

"We've got a traitor out of it."

The thirteen disciples were in an uproar, some were clenching the hilt of their swords, some were looking at the others vigilantly, more were surprised and shocked, and one person was holding his money bag tightly with a look of horror.

Ye Feng keenly observed it, and complained in his heart that he almost became Jesus and was martyred.

"Who is it? I, Balanbo, were the first to let him go! Let him be humiliated before him and tormented after his death! ”

Baranbo, the tallest and strongest who was the first to be named, stood up, his hand gripping the hilt tightly, and said angrily.

"None of us will let him go! This sacred place will be sacrificed with blood for its glory! ”

Lua angrily drew his scimitar and pointed it at the others.

"He deserves to die, he deserves to go to hell, but as one of my disciples, I decided to give him a chance, a chance to forgive!"

Ye Feng is actually not good-hearted, this is a counter-plan, using the enemy's spies for his own use, if he kills the traitor Charathon, Attila will inevitably find out, Attila will send other spies, or worse will happen.

"It is God's will!"

Ye Feng saw that the other disciples were all dissatisfied, and added.

"It's me!" The traitor Charathorn said in shame, bowing his head.

Charaton threw out the money bag and the gold coins were scattered, filled with gold coins from the Roman Empire. Gold Ore coin, obverse of the coin is a bust of a man wearing a crown with crosses on both sides and an inscription on the left edge. On the back is a winged statue of the goddess of victory, holding a long-handled hook in her right hand and a sphere of a cross in her left hand, with an inscription on the left edge.