The sound of swords entering the flesh sounded, and the fierce art of war of the Gerpid people was vividly swayed, and one after another Franks fell one after another, but the Franks were becoming more and more courageous, they **** their upper bodies, wearing a pair of shorts, fighting like berserkers. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"More blood!"

One of the Franks roared, and he slashed at the neck of one of the Greids with an axe, and the blood splattered out and onto the Frank's face, but it made him even more insane, and the salty smell of blood slid down the tip of his tongue, making the Frankish man even more excited and fanatical.

But in an instant, he was pierced through his chest and lower abdomen by two short spears, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground unwillingly. But he still reaped a life. At this time, the Gepid also began to suffer a large number of casualties.

Because it was surrounded by the Franks, there were too many of them, too dense. And they were no less brave than the Gerpids, and they charged forward without their lives.

A Frankish nobleman, clad in leather armor and wielding a long sword, roared angrily:

"Kill! Kill them all! ”

The battle has reached this point, it is already a pure war of attrition, but in the dark, the soldiers are difficult to continue, and there are constantly soldiers leaving the battlefield, and soldiers are constantly joining the battlefield. In the darkness, the noise continued until the early hours of the morning, and the two sides consciously dispersed.

But on the ground, I am afraid that more than a thousand corpses have been left, and they will never sleep on the earth like this, and they will no longer be able to eat delicious food, and they will no longer see the blue sky.

The red coagulated blood formed a red field on the ground, and the corpses lay on top of each other, which was the art of death, and the red fluttering banner burned, adding to the sense of desolation.

The Great Battlefield, which is about one hundred and fifty miles long and about one hundred miles wide. The final decisive battle is about to begin, where the fate of all peoples, from the Atlantic to the Volga, will be decided.

And Ye Feng was riding on a horse, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, he thought and thought, hesitated and hesitated, and decided to participate in this battle that was bound to be lost. If he suddenly turned against the battle, the consequences would be unimaginable, and the Huns would probably fall, and he would not be able to escape, and he would live in an endless escape. Fight hard, and maybe there is hope.

If he had escaped before, Attila would not have spared a traitor, and he would have to flee. Flee now, the Romans will not let themselves go, they can only flee. Defecting to the Romans, there is no doubt that the Romans will only play to the death, they will become cannon fodder, and the Huns will not continue to support a cowardly and traitorous leader.

Ye Feng had no choice but to follow the torrent of history.

And one of the points of contention in this war, the high ground. Ye Feng was determined to win, but unfortunately Attila had already sent the Gepid people to fight for this high ground. Ye Feng had already expected the outcome of the war, but he still had to fight, which was desperate.

And the superstitious Attila, who believed in the primitive religion, did not summon Ye Feng for divination, but under the guidance of the priests of the primitive nature religion, he believed that the main opponent of the enemy would die and he would be victorious. This was of course a consultation after the failure in the battle for the high ground, because the battle for the high ground failed, so Attila was a little skeptical that he could win, and after getting the result of the victory, he decided to continue fighting.

Torismund, the son of the young Visigothic king, occupied the highest point, and the Visigoths rushed with irresistible force towards the Gepids, who were rushing towards them from the frontal lows.

Aldaric was suppressed by the rain of arrows and javelins, he found a cover place at random, on top of a delicate large round shield, on his forehead, on his back, but all covered with sweat, he slightly tilted his head, looking at the Visigoths who were waiting for battle.

He couldn't go on it anymore, he kept repeating in his heart, this would be the end of the army.

The rain of arrows was like locusts, so dense that the Gepid could not lift their heads, and almost as soon as they stood up, they would be hit.

"Retreat! Retreat! ”

Aldaric shouted, and he was the first to start retreating.

Attila was waiting for Ardarik's good news. But Aldaric was embarrassed, he was covered in mud, his hair was scattered, and his eyes were full of fear, he was really afraid. Attila didn't blame Aldaric too much, as Gerpid became a striker several times and made many achievements.

The morale of the Huns began to waver, as the enemy occupied the highest position, and the generals and soldiers on both sides believed that those who occupied it would win the war, and both generals realized its role.

Aetius, who was well versed in Hun tactics, understood the importance of this high ground, so he sent his army on a rapid march at the beginning, and by the time Attila's slow troops wanted to take it, the high ground was already occupied. It was Attila's mistake and nothing to blame.

Aetius looked at the scattered Hun positions in the distance with a proud face, and was very confident in his heart, and won the first battle! Morale boosted! Restlessness and mood were already present among the Huns, and Attila noticed it, and he decided to give a speech to boost the morale of the soldiers.

Ye Feng also listened carefully below.

"I am Attila, a king who once led you in the siege of the city, remember the glory of your past, the danger in front of you is not to be feared, the future is ours!

I have led you to open the deserts and swamps of Scythia, and conquer countless warlike peoples!

The good fortune that makes them prostrate at our feet will continue to favor us! We will reap great glory and joy.

All of them occupy the high ground, and the reason why they form a huge coalition army!

Why?

Because of their fear! They need high ground and numbers to comfort their fearful hearts!

Their dense military formations cannot hide their cowardice! They are just a bunch of cowards who simply cannot bear the fatigue and danger of a day's battle, and will only hide behind the corpses of their comrades!

We can trample the fallen Romans under our feet with great confidence!

I promise you!

Blessed warriors will avoid arrows, but the infallible god of fate will pierce the heart of any shameless scum begging for mercy!

Myself, will throw the first javelin! If any wretched creature refuses to act according to the deeds of their king, he will surely die! ”

The morale of the Huns was all due to the fearless king, Attila's roaring roar, his fearless expression, his eyes full of victory, and his clenched fists.

The Huns were immediately agitated, and they roared in response to Attila's words. They can't wait to fight, they want bloodthirsty!