Vishnevskaya looked at the man in front of her with a nervous and hateful expression, Ye Feng looked at her panicked and hostile gaze, and couldn't help but smile, this woman must hate herself very much, maybe her father, mother, or siblings, or children. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info died at the hands of his own soldiers' swords.

But Ye Feng didn't feel a trace of guilt and uneasiness at all, he understood that the law of this era is that the law of the jungle is the strong, and power is the truth. Maybe the woman in front of her must hate herself very much, but what can she do, she doesn't want to serve herself.

But Ye Feng didn't want to threaten Vishnevskaya, a woman she didn't even know her name, with the lives of the other Yoneds. The woman in front of her was silent, waiting for fate to come, she knew what she was about to face, and he also knew that he was powerless to resist this fate.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Ye Feng put away her contemptuous smile at the times, but in the eyes of a woman, this was a mockery of herself, but she was not angry, she knew very well the reality of this kind of artificially swordsman-made and I was a fish, and resisting could only be punished more severely.

"Yes, my name is Vishnevskaya .."

When the woman wanted to say more words, Ye Feng stretched out his palm and impatiently held the witch peak on Vishnevskaia's chest, feeling the huge soft touch, Ye Feng stared at her **** with hot eyes and greedy eyes.

Ye Feng kneaded and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Ye Feng was not interested in knowing her name, nor did he want to say a word to her, what he wanted was just to vent the most primitive desires in his heart, he didn't want to be a hypocritical humble gentleman, he just wanted to be ****.

For a long time, her clothes were disheveled, and her blonde hair was messy, and she watched the man in front of her with fiery eyes gradually fading, and her greedy gaze began to become clear. Only then did she feel a lot more at ease, although she was greatly satisfied, but becoming an enemy vent could not make her truly happy.

Ye Feng looked at the embarrassed and sweaty Vishnevskaya, then cheekily touched his nose and said in a twisted voice:

"Kaya, I'm sorry, but your beauty has confused my mind, so may I ask you, you didn't just come to my camp to mingle with me, right?"

Ye Feng asked with a clear pretense of confusion, Vishnevskaya was called Kaya, although this casual name made her very unhappy, but in this case, what conditions were there to talk about, she didn't know what Ye Feng meant by this sentence to get rid of embarrassment, she just said stupidly:

"I wish to be your concubine, I have long heard of the religion of the Almighty Holy Lord, and a shaman in a gray robe once came to my village to beg for water, and he is a very good person."

Ye Feng really didn't understand Kaya's words that didn't match the words, but there was one thing he understood, this woman who knew Hungarian, her family used to be a merchant between the Jonedes and the Huns, and she admired the Holy Sect very much, but what did this have to do with her wanting to be her concubine.

Ye Feng thought for a while, he was still a little uncomfortable with the relationship between men and women in ancient society, if, in modern times, he was a murderer, a rapist and a ****** criminal, but in the savage, sword is justice in the fifth century, he was a warrior, these are what he deserves.

"You want to get rid of being a slave?"

Ye Feng said with some uncertainty, his eyes were tentative.

"Hmm..."

Kaya's voice was so small that only she could hear it.

Ye Feng looked at Kaya's appearance, but Ye Feng, who was originally cramped and embarrassed, covered his stomach and laughed, he kissed Kaya like a dragonfly with a smile, and said with a smile and a serious and heroic smile:

"My woman I'll cover!"

This very oriental macho sentence made Kaya's face red, and her face was dyed red like a white cloud.

"Don't worry, you are my wife, not my concubine. But you are only one of my wives, and I will have many wives for someone as great as me. ”

Ye Feng laughed out loud with a rare narcissism, and this feeling of relaxation made him feel very good.

As news of the destruction of the small fishing village spread, the Jonedan general Ivan, under pressure from the Parliament of the Tribal Alliance, had to march on the Huns' legions without the army being fully assembled.

General Jøned, under great pressure, at the urging of the elders of the council, hurriedly raised his army, and Ivan was ready to wait three days before marching, but the elders repeatedly stated that if he did not hurry up, then the Huns would go all the way down and destroy the village of the Jonedians, so that the coalition army would fall apart, and those who were not united would return to the village to defend their homeland.

In this way, the coalition forces will be crushed individually, which the elders of the coalition council do not want to see.

Ivan frowned and rode on his Icelandic horse, he was wearing a well-fitting cotton armor, and the cold winter made him wear a wolfskin cloak outside, and the cotton armor was lined with this chain mail, which made his defense even more advanced.

"Have a nice trip! Ivan! May Thor bless you! Let your actions stun the enemy like thunder! ”

Ivan still frowned, squeezed an ugly smile on his face, and nodded to the elders who had sent him off. Ivan was a well-known general and warrior among the Ioned, but he did not want to participate in the battle that had been rushed.

Ivan was also a tribal chieftain, and he used to be able to use the art of combat as he pleased, but now he was forced into battle. Ivan glanced at the soldiers, shivering in the cold wind and constantly tiptoeing to dispel the cold.

I secretly made a decision in my heart to send these young men back to their hometown, no matter what.

Ivan nodded firmly and rode away.

And Ye Feng's army still swept through the villages of the Ionedians with the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, often swept by the Huns like thunder, followed by the burning villages, and the figures of lost and desperate slaves who were sandwiched between planks and locked in shackles.

In order to prevent these slaves from dying because of the severe cold, Ye Feng exerted a humanitarian spirit and gave these slaves some slightly shabby cotton clothes, although they exuded a bad smell, but there was no problem in resisting the cold.

So far, more than a dozen Ionedian villages have been murdered, and Ye Feng is about to shed the last drop of the Ionedians in the name of revenge. So there was no mercy to speak of, and the village was burned down and robbed. People are used as a valuable coolie resource.

Ye Feng didn't have any pity, Rome was from the conquest of the land, resources, and population, and was brutal and ruthless. from a small city-state to a huge empire.