Burning battle flags, corpses, swords broken in half, mutilated shields. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe wounded, lying on the ground, groaning miserably, with terrible wounds, and the Gauls with arrows stuck in the flesh lying on the ground, begging the Huns to give them relief.

The Huns did not give him relief, they hated their enemies, and after taking money and valuable things from the Gauls, they pushed the ruthless Gauls aside. Ye Feng walked past those groaning Gauls, his civilized thinking had not disappeared, he didn't want to endure the miserable howls of these Gauls.

He drew his scimitar and slashed at the Gaul, who screamed and died. He walked past the half-dead bodies of Gauls, ending the suffering of dozens of Gauls, until his arm was deactivated. He understood that kindness could only kill himself, and he had already realized it completely.

Relieving the suffering of these Gauls was nothing more than a fig leaf for the last civilization consciousness in Ye Feng's heart. In modern warfare, there is still the mistreatment of prisoners, and in the ancient wars of the wilderness, this is just a common thing.

Ye Feng was tired, he didn't stop the behavior of these Huns, after this war, he had completely integrated into the Huns and became the whip of God, the Huns.

Some Huns ripped open the stomachs of the Gauls, dug out the intestines inside, and took out their hearts. There are non-rational beings in any race, and in war, the human form has become distorted.

Then he didn't care about the corpses all over the ground, roasted his heart and other internal organs on the spot, and ate them crunchyly, seeing Ye Feng coming over, he also handed over the internal organs with a smile, and the corners of the Hun's mouth were still oily, and he said enthusiastically:

"Priest, do you want a bite?"

Ye Feng couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach for a while, a black fleshy substance appeared in front of Ye Feng, Ye Feng was about to say, you can eat yours if you eat, you have a mental problem ******, have you considered my feelings? Am I one to cross the crowd I am easy?

If it weren't for my surgical skills, I would have died in battle. Now you're disgusting with me.

Ye Feng calmed down, tried to ease his tone and said:

"This great victory has filled my belly!"

The Hun saw that Ye Feng had no desire to eat, and he looked disgusted, and he thought of it incomprehensibly. Why didn't he want such a delicious thing? So he didn't force it, and chewed on his cheerful Kaben ga.

Blood and juice overflowed from the corners of his mouth, Ye Feng was in no mood to look at it anymore, he wanted to vomit, but he had already vomited all the bile, just nausea a few times, and didn't vomit anything.

However, Ye Feng saw the more cruel abuse of the prisoners, but Ye Feng's heart did not fluctuate anymore, if the Huns were defeated, their fate would not be much better.

A Hun pierced the chest of a strong Gallic man wounded in the arm with a spear, and the pale flesh rolled out like the bark of a tree.

The Huns grinned their yellow teeth, revealing their crooked teeth, grinned, picked out the Gallic intestines, and laughed. But more Huns chose to watch, and from time to time they laughed encouragingly at the "performances" of the Huns. And the Huns, who mistreated the captives, were like an actor, performing, trying to please their audience.

Ye Feng had no interest in watching the performance in the hell field, he was tired, very tired, and the battle had already made him extremely tired, more mentally than physically. Many modern soldiers have psychological illnesses after the war, not to mention the more bloody and cruel ancient wars, Ye Feng knew that he had to find a way to relieve his pressure, otherwise he would go crazy, but he couldn't abuse prisoners and corpses like those Huns for fun, that would make his heart more distorted.

At this time, Ulding, who was wearing armor, walked in front of Ye Feng, Ulding is a warrior of a hundred battles, and naturally knows how to relieve his pressure, he patted Ye Feng's shoulder, and laughed and said, Ulding always loves to laugh so much.

"Drink, sing, dance,! The sadness that will make you forget everything! Walk! Come back to the yurt with us, and this time we've grabbed a lot of Gallic girls! And the wines of the Gauls! It's so beautiful! ”

Is the wine of the Gauls the wine of later France? Hehe, it's interesting, wait, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and the haze of war in his heart was instantly cleared, and those broken corpses, bright red blood, and howling sounds disappeared from his mind.

I'm a surgeon! Ye Feng scolded secretly.

And now he has a way to improve the sterilization of concentrated brine, that is, alcohol, although there is no distillation technology in this era, but, but, Ye Feng has a new idea suitable for this era, frozen wine.

The wine called Gorzalka by the Rus' people appeared in the 8th-12th centuries AD.

Early vodka came from frozen wine. Because the freezing point of alcohol is lower, the frozen part of the wine is thrown away first, and the rest is basically equivalent to the result of distillation.

Wine is available now, but ice is not, so it is impossible to freeze the wine at all. Ye Feng knew that there must have been ice cellars in Rome in this era, because the ice cellars really had no technical content, and the nobles and wealthy people in Rome had their own private ice cellars, and during the Caesar period, the nobles gave ice cubes as high-end gifts.

Ye Feng glanced at the injured Huns and sighed, he had to wait for winter to come, or to sack the Romans.

Ye Feng's disciples and believers were treating the wounded soldiers' external injuries in the wounded soldiers' tent, the larger wounds were stitched up, and the more urgent ones were scalded with a soldering iron, of course, they had to be disinfected with concentrated salt water before, and then wrapped in bandages, and within a few months, a fierce Hun warrior would be resurrected again.

In the white yurt, there was not a single guard, everyone was carnivaling, Ye Feng shook his head. The white sky, the green earth, the air was so fresh, cheers and exclamations were heard from the yurt, and bursts of rough and powerful songs rang out, mixed with moans.

Ye Feng entered the tent, and the air suddenly became cheerful and the atmosphere was warm. Uldin was venting his lust and pinning a Gallic shepherdesss to the ground. With a roar. Urdin left the shepherdess contented, and the shepherdess snorted, her mouth overflowing with ribbon-like saliva.

Ulding didn't even wear pants, walked straight to Ye Feng, and laughed and said:

"The chief's daughter has long been washed and waiting for you! She has admired you for a long time, and she knows that you like washed women, so go back to the big tent! ”

Ye Feng thought of the bodybuilder's daughter, the daughter of the nomad, her beautiful and heroic face, her atmospheric temperament, her golden ratio figure, her nomadic life, her coffee-colored skin, and her fiery red lips, Ye Feng's heart was hot.