THE YEAR WAS 451 AD. A MILLION MEN FACED EACH OTHER. The opposing lines stretched into the distance as far as the eye could see, and on and on for miles and miles. Still there was not enough room for them all. In places, companies and regiments stood behind other companies and regiments, a hundred men deep, waiting for a place in the fighting line. In other places they waited five-hundred deep.
This was the heart of France – The Catalonian Fields. The destiny of Christendom lay in the balance. If the Hun invaders won, Europe was theirs – and the Huns always won.
Sitting on their horses beneath horse-tail banners, the Huns and their subject-allies the Ostrogoths, Gepidae, the recently allied Franks and Vandals, and many other Teutonic tribes, awaited orders from their unconquerable leader – Attila.