Inside the golden tent, Ye Feng looked at the south with a longing expression. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the golden tent, the utensils are complete. The golden tent armed by well-trained soldiers, and the camp tent that passed through Ye Feng's armament, was definitely not a comfortable residence, but an efficient, simple, and unpretentious command center. It's all set up just for victory.

Neatly arranged weapons and equipment. The shiny swords were neatly hung on the arms rack, and the sharpened short spears shone brightly. A thick round shield with a golden horse's head depicted. The golden horse's head is surrounded by broken blood-colored thorns, symbolizing the frustrations and difficulties on the road to heaven.

A few simple pieces of jerky that I don't know what kind of meat were, neatly arranged on Ye Feng's wooden plate, a few simple glasses of milk wine, this is Ye Feng's lunch, not particularly hearty, but enough nutrition for a day's battle. Efficiency and simplicity are the only rules for the pursuit of victory, Ye Feng does not want to waste time on eating and drinking, spiritual pleasure is better than physical pleasure.

There are no tables, and everything is arranged according to the most efficient purpose in order to facilitate the migration. A black carpet became the only accent of the golden tent, and the black carpet had a black background, depicting several Huns galloping on horseback, chasing a group of tall Caucasians.

In this exciting battle, there were still a few traces of blood to embellish it, dozens of Caucasian people were lying in pools of blood in various postures, although this kind of thing seemed to have never really happened, but Ye Feng still insisted that it was a real thing.

There is no one else who can dine with Ye Feng except Ulding, Ulding looked at Ye Feng with a reverent face, Ye Feng has created too many miracles, so that Ulding is a little biased to Ye Feng, he eagerly looked at the Hun riding and archery map, full of confidence in the future of the Huns.

Ye Feng didn't boast, but his eyes were fanatically facing the direction of the south, and there was more longing in his eyes, Ye Feng opened his lips and said:

"How I wish that one day, I would be able to personally visit the Arch of Certimio Severo in Rome, and our Hun legions would be able to go to this triumphal arch built in 203, and at that time, I would walk in the first of the queue, personally pass through, and go to pay homage to the Roman **** and power, and make it the pride of the Huns."

Ye Feng's words were full of emotion, although Rome was already crumbling, the Roman citizens living in this era were threatened by the barbarians in their mouths all the time. But destroying the **** of Rome is not easy to say.

Ulding laughed heartily, and he smiled and said to Ye Feng:

"Someday, we'll make the Roman ladies groan!"

The march was endless, and the heat of July was not noticed, but as the legions advanced northward, the cold came unexpectedly.

The wind howled, bombarding Ye Feng's legion with the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and Ye Feng and his personal guards rode along the vast Baltic Sea coast.

Ye Feng didn't know his exact location at the moment, and he didn't need to know.

It was probably in the later city of Amsterdam that he saw the settlement of the Yonedes, Amsterdam, both ancient and modern, was a good settlement, with abundant water, and this large city with a population of 1.1 million in later generations is now just a small fishing village.

Ye Feng smiled inexplicably, he thought of his motherland, Shenzhen, a city that rose overnight, and was also a small fishing village, but later it became a city that rose overnight.

This quiet small fishing village, in Ye Feng's eyes, had already begun to burn, and he could already see the corpses of the girl covering her eyes and crying, lying on the ground. Amsterdam, Ye Feng knew that he would never be able to really destroy this village, because it was blessed with unique natural conditions, and it would continue to rebuild.

I wonder if the Dutch will build a new metropolis here in the future.

The people of Yonede knew that a terrible army was marching towards their homeland, but they did not expect it to be so fast that they were not prepared. The armies of the Ionedians were gathering even farther away, with the speed of information spread in ancient times and the speed of people walking on foot.

Not even a quarter of the Jonedes' army was assembled, and two and a half thousand five hundred men were gathered further away. And this nameless little fishing village, because earlier received the news from the knight of the Icelandic horse.

But it turned into an even greater catastrophe, this large fishing village, with four or five hundred men, about half men, and about two hundred men capable of fighting, now only twenty or thirty people were capable of fighting, because a large number of young men were drawn to the center of the assembly, another more distant town.

There are six assembly points in total, and they are large towns of the six tribal alliances of the Yoneds. Almost all of the Ionedians were united, no matter how hostile they had been, but chose to fight in the face of a common enemy.

There is no doubt that the people of Yonede have detected it, it cannot be said to be reconnaissance, the trembling ground, and the fluttering golden horse-headed banner, let anyone know that the comer is not good!

If it is an enemy at sea, they can still predict it in advance, but the enemy at sea, they are really unpredictable, so when the Huns' neat military formation appears a few hundred meters away from the small fishing village.

All the Yonedians in the small fishing village chose to flee, and these Yoneds may have evolved into later Poles, Estonians, and Russians. But now, they have no chance of reproducing, and death is knocking at their door.

But it was too late, Ye Feng rode on top of the Ahma, known as the emperor's horse, and looked down on the Hun army he had trained.

"Send out the Tenth and Eleventh Legions!"

Ye Feng said coldly with his sword, he didn't join the battle in person, just watched the battle coldly. It's completely different from the boy next door outside of the war, and people who don't know him think he has schizophrenia.

The 10th Legion and the 11th Legion are the knights of the Little Gray-robed Order, and the whole two knight hundred-man teams are just hand-to-hand capture of the old, weak, sick and disabled, and the small fishing village that has no power to resist, while the rest of the tribes are rapidly approaching the small fishing village in a situation of encirclement.

The Huns' legions were like the rhythmic waves of the sea, wave after wave, wave after wave.

Forty-three banners pointed sharply in the same direction, and the banner officer stood in the first row of the battle formation, pointing the gray iron horse-head scepter at the small fishing village. But it was quiet, for there was only the sound of hurried footsteps and the clashing of weapons.