"Is it my greed that keeps me from continuing to win? Is it? Elder? ”

Attila asked eagerly, his eyes full of persecution, and he wanted the elder to say the word. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The black-clothed archbishop did not disappoint him, and the black-clothed archbishop said:

"Yes, my child, fight for the Lord! And not to fight for primitive desires! ”

As if he had an epiphany, Attila ran back to the tent, drew his sword, and shouted with excitement on his face:

"Fight for the Lord! So that I can reap the joy of victory! ”

The bishop looked at Attila's excited frenzy, shook his head, and left.

And Attila has regained his confidence, and his goal is the native of Italy, the laurel of the Eastern Roman Empire, Constantinople, and he wants to seize this splendid jewel.

Ye Feng, far away in Northern Europe, is suffering from an unprecedented snow disaster, a catastrophe. The heavy snow kept falling for more than a week, and Ye Feng didn't pay attention to it at first, because he lived in the castle, so it was naturally difficult to observe the situation of the slaves. But the government institutions he established soon worked.

The letters from the barons were sent to him like snowflakes, and one by one the fast horses galloped to the gate of the Holy City, and the knights dismounted, not caring about admiring the grandeur of the Holy City, they quickly dismounted, panting and handing over the letters to Ye Feng in person.

"It's really hateful, isn't there anyone who can organize this snow disaster?"

Ye Feng muttered dissatisfiedly, Kara, who was cleaning beside him, shook his brown hair angrily, and said sarcastically:

"Heavy snow, how can people take care of it, you go and beg your immortal heaven!"

Ye Feng snorted, did not have brown hair Kara, but walked into the study by himself, and saw the noble lady Hillary was flipping through the books, looking at her attentive appearance, Ye Feng couldn't bear to disturb her, so he carefully walked to the book table, took out the quills and letters, and carefully reviewed them.

The herds of the barons, knights, and freedmen were attacked by the snow disaster to varying degrees, and the heavy snow spread, Ye Feng naturally did not watch his citizens be damaged, he issued an edict long before the snow disaster came, ordering the barons to prepare for the disaster, and told them that this was a new battle of Charlon, and if it failed, the Huns could only withdraw from the Baltic Sea region.

Of course, the matter is not that serious, but Ye Feng must let his subordinates pay full attention to this matter. Sure enough, as Ye Feng expected, the snow disaster was very large, and this was a heavy snow that even the Baltic Sea region had rarely encountered in a century.

But fortunately, the Hungarians were prepared for the disaster, so the damage was not great.

But Ye Feng was not at ease, he ordered a hundred knights of the Order, and went down to inspect the specific situation, which still made Ye Feng find some problems, the slaves were seriously reduced, and one-tenth of the slaves were frozen to death, or died of disease, wind, heat and cold.

These barons didn't take the reduction of slaves to heart, even if these slaves died, it was their own property, and it had nothing to do with Ye Feng, and most importantly, these barons and knights, plus the free people, all hated the slaves of the Yoneds very much, thinking that they were abandoned by the Holy Lord.

So I didn't care about the death of Joned's slaves, which also caused the death rate of Joned's slaves to be very high, and 89% of the 10th slaves who died in the winter were Joned's slaves.

After the cold air outside was inhaled into his nasal cavity, it was cool, Ye Feng suddenly walked out of the warm castle hall and walked out from the fire, feeling the rhythm of nature, and couldn't help but sneeze.

Urding next to him stood properly in front of Ye Feng, blocking the cold wind for him, Ye Feng nodded warmly, moved by the warmth in his heart.

The stretch of snow can be seen clearly from far and near, and the north is indeed the land of snow. The old deep snow buried Ye Feng's knees, feeling the cold in his lower body, Ye Feng couldn't help but shudder, he crossed the horse of the God King, Nuo Ling.

"Nuoling, good! Let me feel the speed of the wind! ”

Norling Gray Law started to run, and began to run at a speed that broke through the sky, and the knights of the Order behind him had to speed up their horses and move forward as fast as they could, but the snow had already buried the knees of the horse's hooves, so the horse's speed ran for a while, and it dropped significantly.

The snow is flying and the wind is blowing.

Ye Feng and his party rode quickly across the plains, bringing a hint of sweet snow foam.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Ye Feng kept shouting at Nuo Ling, as if Nuo Ling understood the will of his master, he accelerated forward, the horse's hooves splashed snow foam, a kingdom of snow, and scattered snowflakes were also knocked away by the horse's hooves.

The knights behind them were out of breath, but they still accelerated forward, they didn't dare to let Ye Feng go alone, they had to protect their master.

"Haha, happy! Joyfully! ”

Ye Feng finally let the horse stop, Ye Feng was happy by himself, but he was suffering from the heavy knights behind. Ye Feng traveled lightly, of course it was easy, but the heavy knights behind him couldn't stand it. The horses came to a slow halt and began to gasp in gray rhythm, spewing white mist.

Ye Feng breathed heavily, swallowing the clouds and mist, feeling the hot pain in his lungs.

Ye Feng rested for a while and continued to move forward, but this time he did not chase the power of the wind and lightning, but advanced at a uniform speed.

Soon Ye Feng arrived at the first inspection location, Garcia Ling.

No way, this is the closest barony to Ye Feng, the baron personally met with Ye Feng, and eagerly introduced his newly married wife, a Saxon woman, who was very tall, with very white skin and a beautiful face.

Ye Feng entered Garcia Castle, and the wooden castle had already begun to take shape, and it had some appearance. In addition to the tall wooden fort, there are several corner towers, of course, all of which are wooden, and there are some reconnaissance towers in the distance, which play the role of reconnaissance.

"Welcome to the Apostle!"

Both sides were filled with knights with swords and freedmen with swords, and the slaves were not welcome and had to participate in the hard labor.

A big banner was hit there, making Ye Feng have to admire the creative ability of human beings.

"A warm welcome to the Apostles!"

The simplified Chinese characters in it make Ye Feng feel like a different world, Ye Feng is a human being in two lives, and naturally has rich life experience, so he can deal with the cheering crowd very easily.

"The apostle is great!"

"The apostle is great!"

......

Ye Feng shook hands with a smile on his face, and shook hands with the knights and freemen one by one with a bright face, which made them very excited, and Ye Feng could fully feel their trembling hands, and they were rough. Or a smooth texture.

When the girl shook hands with Ye Feng, she would bow her head with a blushing face.

When the knight shook hands with Ye Feng, he would always look at Ye Feng's chest with a firm gaze, and they didn't dare to look directly into Ye Feng's eyes.

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