The three hundred knights of the Gray-robed Order were like a rolling wave, rampaging through the variegated legions, completely disrupting the formation of the Ionaidians like cutting melons, and the morale of the Ionaides plummeted, when did the Ionedians who had always fought on foot in the civil war ever seen the power of the Iron Horse. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Ivan did not give up his resistance, he shouted loudly:

"Yoned, this is the last moment, our family, our tribe, are in the rear, the Baltic Sea is big, but we have no way to retreat, ahead, death, rear, humiliation. Whether you would rather be a hero for a second or a coward for a lifetime, this is the last moment. ”

The soldiers were all infected by Ivan's words, and they all saw the villages that had been destroyed by the Huns, and they did not want their village community to become the next burning village. Especially those who have lost their loved ones and whose village community has been destroyed, the people of Yoned, who are fighting to exploit their own vitality.

These Yonedes, one by one, were fighting with red eyes and even tears. On the other hand, the Hun knights, who raised a splash and had a cold face, were completely different contrasts, and the powerful and incomparable iron cavalry swept the entire military formation.

The scattered and huge Jonéd army was like a hornet's nest, and the three hundred iron horsemen just disturbed this hornet's nest, and everything became logical, and there were almost no losses.

More than 300 heavy horsemen were like high explosives, and they smashed the tofu scum project of Ioned. The people of Yonede were utterly shocked, they had never seen such a savage, efficient fighting art.

This is the art of death, as colorful as summer flowers.

Rows of Yonedians fell in rows, and at this time, the battle lasted less than ten minutes, and such casualties were often inflicted in a day during the Jonedians in a civil war, and the power of the cavalry was evident.

The shock of death also shocked the people of Joned, who were originally angry with their enemies and ready to defend their glory to the death, man is an animal of feelings, not a rational animal, when the enemy in front cannot be defeated.

Anyone who thinks of retreat, although the reality is often no way back, but still can't help but want to escape, this is human nature. Ye Feng sighed.

He saw that the Ionedians were shaken by the shock of the heavy cavalry, and he could not help but feel proud of his training of the Huns during this time. These tough nomadic tribes are simply born soldiers.

With a little training, you become reliable and sophisticated. They are the perfect jade, and it only takes a little bit of tempering to be cast into the most perfect jade.

And Ye Feng, referring to the advice of the Hun instructors and Roman instructors, plus a little inspiration from the twenty-first century, began to train this legion.

This legion, whether it is physical fitness, combat skills, or morale. It's at the top level in this world.

And the infantry of the Grey Robe Sect had already joined the battle formation, but their performances were not as eye-catching as the knights.

The sky was darkening, and the rain was getting heavier. The torrential rain washed over the warring sides, and the muddy dirt stained the boots of the soldiers on both sides, and the mud splattered as they continued to walk.

The sound of breaking water was remembered, and the ripples around the circle continued to spread, and boots, bare feet, and cloth shoes tossed and turned in the mud.

The swords clashed, making a loud sound of metal clashing, and the soldiers had different expressions, some fought hard with half-closed eyes, some wiped the rain from their faces with their hands, and more just waved their long swords mechanically.

The buzzing thunder was deafening, and as the swords clashed, the rain fell from the sky and smashed on top of the weapon, making a crackling sound.

Just as the two armies were engaged in a fierce battle, the five hundred gray-robed cavalry who had retreated on the battlefield finally came out from behind the ass of the Jonedians, and the divine soldiers descended from the sky.

The battlefield of 10,000 men was not very large, and the Yonedites in the rear soon noticed the trembling sound of the ground, and the scepter similar to the blood-stained golden horse-headed scepter they encountered was held high and rushed towards them.

The scepter on the horse swayed, but the direction remained the same, and the scepter, washed by the heavy rain, finally pointed at its target.

Naturally, the Ionedians would not wait for the cavalry to attack stupidly, they quickly retreated, and at this time they were completely chaotic, the Ionedians in front were still fighting hard, but the Ionedians in the rear fled one after another.

Things have turned into a catastrophe, and the battle of the Yonedians has turned into a bloodthirsty massacre. The eight hundred cavalry of the Huns repeatedly charged in the disorganized ranks of the Jonedes.

The men of Jonede had been completely defeated, and from the moment the five hundred cavalry appeared, the victory or defeat of the war had already been decided.

The onslaught of five hundred heavy cavalry was enough to crush ten times their light infantry.

The task of the 3,500 infantry was to harvest as many heads as possible from the Jonedians, and the brutality of the battle was self-evident, and not a single Jonedan was forgiven, regardless of his age, status, or wealth.

Ye Feng's revenge plan made the coast of the Baltic Sea Plain become a borderless land for a time, but he also greatly deterred the small people, making the weak tribes look down on the wind, and the powerful country had to be afraid of the strong strength of the Northern Huns and their tough attitude towards the enemy.

All that remained was the final stage of the battle, and the surrendered Ionedians were beheaded without hesitation, and the number of Ionedians who surrendered was quite large due to the fact that there were so many Ionedians who were beheaded.

Therefore, for three whole days, the Yoneds were constantly sent to the abyss of death, and the Huns executed them cleanly according to Ye Feng's orders, after slaughtering them en masse.

Burn the corpses with fire to prevent the appearance of the plague.

Row after row of colorless, withered Yonedes, whose eyes were lifeless like trees without roots, were tied behind their knees with ropes.

Each execution was a group of ten people, and a large pit was already full of corpses, and Ye Feng buried it except for sparks.

Red permeated the cavern, and Ye Feng acted as a spectator, verifying whether every Yonede had been killed and not freed or reduced to slavery.

For civilians, Ye Feng could consider turning them into his own slaves, but soldiers, such a dangerous, unstable factor, and in the name of immortality, he would shed the blood of the Yonedes, so he did not have the slightest sympathy for the prisoners of war.

Ye Feng looked at the corpse of Lao Gao with blood rushing with an expressionless face, at first, he may feel a little exciting and bloody, but after a long time, he became numb.

After a morning of watching the ceremony, Ye Feng was even a little drowsy now, he cheered up, looked at the dead person in front of him, and rolled his head into the big pit with a grunt.