"Thessaloniki has been razed to the ground, oh, it seems that this old man Areobindes has made such a stupid decision this time." Andrew rode outside the window of the carriage, surrounded by Luga's loyal guards, while a regrouped army of thousands of men was following closely on the Greek road to Athens.

"He's really crazy, he's afraid that if I fail, he just doesn't want to be buried with me!" Luga replied, his face solemn and sullen, and he tapped the silver glass in his hand back and forth at the window, quietly listening to the sound of "dang dang" made back and forth. This voice seemed to attract his attention, "It's just a pity that those more than 2,000 soldiers, these fools, really believe the nonsense of Areobindes, presumably they will still hate me when they die, they must think that I am the one who started it all." ”

"Don't forget, Luga, it's not your problem, after all, the two thousand men are closely following Areobindes, and they are his subordinates, and they can only follow his orders." Andrew explained as he rode his horse: "Fortunately, the soldiers around him reacted in time, otherwise Areobindes would have killed you." ”

"It's also thanks to you, Andrew." Luga stopped the meaningless move in his hand, then let out a long sigh, smiled and continued: "Fortunately, we are tightly in control of the Thracian field army, I have long thought that we will not be able to hold it, but I did not expect that it will end in such a situation. ”

Andrew: "Areobindes is a coward, he must have been terrified to do this, after all, Attila has been invincible along the way, and his resistance can be seen long before the battle. ”

"Surrender and survive, resistance will be wiped out, such examples abound, Areobindes just wanted to take a gamble, but I completely angered Attila and made him break the rules." Luga picked up the empty wine glass and carefully examined the carved patterns on it, although it was not as exquisite as later generations, but it was also lifelike and beautiful, but I don't know which master it came from. Luga was fascinated for a moment, probably trying to distract himself.

"Luga, what are you thinking, I see that this time it is not able to make you feel happy even if it is the aftermath of the catastrophe." Andrew asked curiously.

"Oh, that's enough, Andrew." Luga, who came back to his senses, stroked his forehead and said to Andrew tirelessly: "You should also understand our current situation, look, we have lost Thessaloniki, maybe we won't be able to see this city on our map in the future, damn it, I can't think of anything else we can do to resist Attila, without a strong wall, now we can only fight Attila on the ground." ”

"Army! Army! I need more troops. Luga kept repeating, and he couldn't help but clench the wine glass in his hand, listening to the glass click in his hand, as if he had a deeper plan in his heart.

The fall of Thessaloniki marked the destruction of the Macedonian province's greatest defense against Attila, and the destruction of other small cities was only a matter of time. At this time, Athens was full of refugees, and there were beggars everywhere, who tirelessly told stories of escape and the horror of the Huns.

Whether it is a nobleman or a commoner, no matter how old they look, it does not mean that they are wise, and they are more willing to believe the rumors of refugees than they have seen with their own eyes. Everyone listened to the key points in the word of mouth, and sketched in their heads the terrible appearance of the Huns, and succeeded in frightening themselves, and then used their linguistic talent to spread their imaginary demons, so that the Athenians were defeated by their own gossip before the Huns even came.

An army of Romans appeared outside the city, and they went so far as to use the banner of the Thracian field army.

"Didn't the Thracian field army resist the Huns at the front? Why are they here? The soldiers looked at the army that was getting closer and closer from afar, and they began to argue privately.

The duke defending the city, the Greek Alleto, was told that he hurried to the walls and looked at the huge legions waiting below.

"The field army of Thrace—" he muttered, looking at the snake depicted on the flag of the standard-bearer below, "why are they here?" ”

Seeing that the gates of Athens had not been opened, Luga was impatient, and his legs were weak from the carriage along the way, so he wanted to find a comfortable and soft bed to sleep in. But he had been waiting below for half an hour, and seeing that the soldiers were staring at each other with the heads poking out of the city walls, but there was no movement, he hurriedly got out of the car and looked up at the Athenian city walls, and shouted: "Hey, why haven't you opened the city gates, do you think we are barbarians who have changed our clothes?" ”

"Hey, why are you here?" Arleto asked Luga and introduced himself: "I am Arleto, Duke of Athens, who are you, and why did you come here with so many Roman soldiers?" ”

"Alright, well, you abominable Athenians! What is the book that makes you alert like this? Luga scolded secretly, then raised his head to look at Alleto and said slowly: "Dear Duke, I am Luga, Flavis. Luga, the adopted son of your Barcelus, is the current Supreme Commander of the Thracian Field Army. ”

"Flavis, I recognize you who turned the tide of battle when Baselus fought the Sassanids! I remember you, Flavis. Luga. He opened the city gate without a simple introduction, which did make Lu Jia a little unexpected, but it didn't matter, looking at the open city gate in front of him, he couldn't help but show a sneer.

Baseleus's adopted son, the commander of the Thracian field army, these titles hang on his body, and they are not something that a casual person can bear.

Fame always came faster than he did, and for a time, the rumor that "the adopted son of Baseleus had come to defend Athens with the Thracian field legion that had fought a bloody battle with Attila" caused the soldiers, citizens and even refugees of the city of Athens to pour into the streets as Luga and his army slowly walked by.

"Son of Theodosius, save us!"

They shouted in a volley, like a prayer to God, and even hiding in the carriage could not escape their pleading and prayer.

Luga naturally knew what he was supposed to do, but pleading was begging, and if they were allowed to go to battle, they would definitely take a few steps back and close their mouths and watch quietly.

"Andrew!" Luga called out.

"What's the matter, Luga?" Andrew leaned over and listened carefully.

"Gather all the nobles, I need to put on a banquet to show my determination!"