In the entire huge Hun camp, Ye Feng and the thirteen disciples could almost only be seen standing, he was holding the golden horse's head scepter, with a face of piety and fanaticism, kissing the golden horse's head lightly with his lips, and said in a voice that only a few disciples around him could hear:

"Almighty Immortal Heaven, may you grant me glory and power! May there be a seat for me in the feast of heaven..."

The rest of the Huns and barbarians were also prostrate like wheat blown down by a hurricane, telling their wishes to the immortal heaven. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only Attila and his faithful guards sat on the ground with despair, sad expressions, and disdain, watching what was happening in front of them, and Attila was almost blind to his belief in God, but he believed in the primitive Tengri religion, and he believed in the primitive intestines of the shaman.

He had heard about Protestantism for a long time, but he didn't take it to heart, and now looking at the farce in front of him, Attila was not in the mood to organize it, and now that everyone was dead, Attila really couldn't think of any reason for the Roman coalition to let him go. Attila had transcendent wisdom, but that didn't mean he could defy the heavens.

This kind of thing that violates common sense is not only Attila, but also many later historians are confused, so it is also reasonable.

And Aetius said confidently to the remaining barbarian leaders of the various tribes:

"The Romans have shed enough blood for the war, and the Roman legions will retreat. If you want to attack a badly wounded lone wolf without fearing his final madness, you can do so. But the Romans have defeated Attila, the war is over, and you can go back and celebrate, it's a great victory! ”

Aetius held the Roman sword in his left hand and raised his right hand in the air, letting out a high-pitched cheer. But after the Visigoths left, the whole army began to be dead, and everyone almost lost the desire to continue fighting.

The Aetius blouse is decorated with reddish-purple tassels that fall vertically from the shoulders.

A El Alamein leader cheered with little interest, a mercenary for the Roman legions.

The Alamein, who at this time were still in their tribal form, had their presence both in the Roman legions and in the Huns' camp, and they had long hair, which was dyed bright red with natural materials, which was their thirst for battle and blood.

The Alamein chief wore a short-sleeved shirt of wool with a delicate ornament made of fuchsia thread on his chest, as well as a pair of woollen tight-fitting shorts, and a pair of typical Germanic boots, a pair of deerskin boots with wood at the bottom and the others in deerskin, almost knee-length boots, decorated with beautiful patterns.

After stopping at Aetius' proclamation, the barbarians dispersed.

Aetius gathered the Roman legions, mounted on horseback, wearing an Augsburg-Puffys iron helmet, an impressive golden muscular cuirass with detachable shoulder pads, and a cortical lobe under his waist. Inside the armor was a felt tunic lined with coarse cloth with a dark purple strip of leather hanging from the waist.

He glanced back at the empty barracks, and the generosity of the air came out spontaneously, and he even fantasized himself as Caesar, I come, I see, I conquer! Aetius was full of ambition and Roman pride.

Eventually, he rode away, bringing with him a puff of dust, and the adjutant at his side followed on horseback, with the horse team at the forefront, the adjutant cursing Aetius in the center, and the Roman infantry cursing loudly and loudly at the cavalry.

With the last departure of the Roman legions, the plain of Chalons was quiet. Attila apparently noticed this as well, and he was amazed at the boundless silence and emptiness of the Chalons, while the rest of the Huns and barbarian soldiers cheered, believing Ye Feng's words, it was the Immortal Heaven who came to their aid and caused the Roman alliance to fall apart.

"Hooray! Long live the Immortal Heaven! Please forgive me for not being firm in your faith, and I will definitely make amends with my practical actions! ”

A Hun shouted, cheering for his survival, even the bravest and most fearless of death did not want to die like this.

"The words of the apostle are true, the Roman coalition is disbanded!"

"If I make it back to my hometown alive, I will definitely give half of my wealth to our priests and churches, no, all of them!"

Such words were all too common in the Hun camp, Ye Feng and the Protestant religion had risen sharply, and the faith of the Huns and barbarian believers had become even stronger, and their prayers could be seen and heard all around the camp.

Ye Feng watched everything with satisfaction, and he warmly received the barbarian leaders, including the king of the Gepid people, Ardarik. In Ye Feng's independent yurt, more than a dozen black-clothed archbishops sat in front of Ye Feng. They were in charge of the missionary affairs of more than a dozen different ethnic groups.

All of them were not Huns, but people from various nationalities, for example, the black archbishops of the Ostrogoths were Ostrogoths, and the rest of the black archbishops were mostly from their respective nationalities. They also do this to facilitate their missionary work, because after all, their own nation is more likely to accept and recognize their own nation.

The black bishops were dressed in black robes, and almost every one of them had a copy of the Tengri Sutra, but below them, they rarely had it, and for a religious king, there was nothing more tempting than a scripture.

When Aldaric stepped into Ye Feng's yurt, he gave Ye Feng a big bear hug, and kept muttering:

"Thank you to the Immortal Heaven for keeping us alive! Thank you all the more for praying for us, so that the Immortal Heaven may move and have mercy on us lowly slave ants. ”

Ye Feng smiled, he hugged him tightly, then let go and said:

"It was your piety that touched the Immortal Heavens! Let him send down the gift! ”

Ye Feng and Aldaric looked back on the glory and glory of the past, Aldaric expressed his excitement, and when he was about to leave, Ye Feng raised his hand and waved his fingers lightly, when Aldaric looked at Ye Feng blankly.

Ulding took out a book from behind him with a strange smile on his face, and Aldarik's eyes instantly stayed on the book, as if his eyes were glued, like a hungry prisoner, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, raised his eyes, and looked at Ye Feng, but Ye Feng smiled knowingly, and said:

"To you, my friend, for our friendship!"

Aldaric wiped his hands repeatedly with his cloth coat before pretending to be calm and taking the scriptures in his hand. But in my heart, I sighed, God, this is a godsend.

Paper leaves made of papyrus, book covers made of iron, gilded with a layer of gold, golden scriptures with red gems, blue agate, silver pearls. Everything was beautiful, as well as the gorgeous and rich patterns, and the aura of divine holiness that emanated Aldarik.