At dusk, along the southern banks of the Rhine, two riders were running along a secluded path to the east, as they received a bridge over the Rhine that only flowed to the north, where the soldiers stationed were attacked.

The two of them were lightly armed, wearing green cloaks, and the hilt of their swords looming at their waists, yes, both of them belonged to the garrison of Strasbourg, southeast of the Rhine, and belonged to the scout positions, and they had come to find out if such news was true or unfounded.

"Hurry up, lad, we must get the real news as soon as possible, and see if the bridge that was rumored to have been attacked is true." The two scouts were led by an elderly man,

"Oh my God, this thing isn't far away." The young scout who followed closely behind him said as he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his cuff.

It was late summer and autumn approaching, and the banks of the Rhine were still a little hot, completely devoid of the murderous cold of previous years.

No amount of harsh weather could justify their indifference, after all, an attack on the border was never a trivial matter, and the bloody past was a constant reminder to the Romans living south of the Rhine that sooner or later the barbarians of the wilderness would return.

They endured the heat, but did not dare to stop along the way, until they came to the bridge marked on the map at noon the next day.

The smell of corruption was getting stronger and stronger in the air, and the scouts couldn't help but cover their noses.

But at this moment, I only saw a black shadow flash in front of me, which was too fast to react. The eyes do not see clearly, but the ears hear clearly, "Step, step, step..."

The war horse was also frightened by this sudden flash, but fortunately the old scout was a rider for many years, and his best skill was to fix it on the back of the frightened horse, and I saw that his legs were tightly clamped between the horse's belly, and his hands were clutching the reins, which seemed to merge with the war horse that was constantly churning and trying to break free, until the neighing war horse calmed down a little.

"Calm down, calm down!"

The old scout kept stroking the horse's neck, trying to calm it down, and strangely enough, the horse seemed to be able to read the old scout's meaning, and really stopped struggling under his reassurance.

But the young scout wasn't so lucky, and the flash of the shadow didn't bring him back to his senses, let alone control the horse under his crotch.

The horse neighed incessantly, raised its front hooves frequently, and threw the young scout off the horse, and the scout who landed on the ground still clung to the horse's reins, but to no avail, and the frightened horse turned his head and ran away, dragging the poor fellow for more than twenty meters.

The young man could not bear the pain and finally let go of his hand, and the horse that had dragged the reins shook its head and prepared to run away on the road from which it came. But at this moment, he saw a flying horse appear from behind, and he grabbed the reins that were flicked in front of the horse's mouth, and dragged the horse so hard that he had to admit that he could not escape.

At this time, the young scout stood up and looked at the old scout who had helped him control his horse.

"I say, young man, if you lose this horse, I'm afraid you'll have to run back, but you'll have to be whipped firmly."

"What the hell is that?" The young scout slapped the dust off his body and scolded at the other beside him, "Damn, my mother knitted it for me with her own hands." ”

"It's a wolf, a hungry wolf." The old scout said, pointing at the young scout and pointing to the horse's back and said, "Come on, before we are dragged away by the wolves lying in ambush in the grass, we have more important things to do, and I don't want to go alone." ”

"Okay, okay, oh my, what a hell of a trip this way." The young scout complained, but managed to climb on his horse and follow the old scout on.

Getting closer and closer to their destination, the two of them saw a mess in front of them.

The overturned carriage, the long-dead horses that had been hollowed out, and the wolves feasted here and enjoyed the feast that had been made with no effort.

When they saw two humans riding from the road, they seemed to be full of food and had no desire to fight, so they kept backing when they saw them, and watched as they both roared incessantly, revealing their blood-stained fangs.

"Be on guard! Alert, lad! ”

The old scout shouted, "brushed" and pulled out the iron sword at his waist, clenched it tightly in his hand, his eyes were fixed on the wolves in front of him, and said to the young scout beside him: "Don't be afraid, keep an eye on them, these animals have tasted this guy, they are afraid of us!" ”

Where could the young scout hear such a so-called absurd comfort, he also trembled and drew his iron sword, clenched it in his hand and trembled. Such fear is also a matter of course, and no one who does not feel fear when he sees the wolves drinking blood, precisely because of his weak strength.

But at the moment, the wolves didn't seem to have the desire to fight, they must have eaten enough, and thinking that they had no intention of attacking, they tightly guarded the front of the food, preventing the two scouts from approaching.

"Let's go, these animals don't mean to attack us." The old scout said, clutching his iron sword, slapping his horse's back with the blade of it, and rode his horse along the road. The young scout followed, and he trembled as much as the horse under his crotch.

The young scout's eyes widened as he looked at the wolves' food, for it was probably the bloodiest thing he'd ever seen.

The bones of a man on the road were red with blood, and the young scout even saw a naked woman, lying on the grass without shelter, she must have been violated in unimaginable ways, she turned her head sideways to look at the road, especially when the young scout appeared in front of her eyes, his dull eyes and frightened eyes looked at each other, and it felt like an electric shock, especially when she saw a spear piercing the woman's abdomen and inserting it into the hard soil beneath her.

The two wolves were feasting on the woman's body as if no one was around, and they were digging and tearing along the wounds of the spears, dragging out all the woman's internal organs and feasting on them.

This poor woman, although she has long since died, her slightly open eyes are still vivid, and she was torn and swallowed by the wolves.

"Whew!"

The young scout finally couldn't take it anymore and opened his mouth to spit it out, the sound frightened the nervous war horse, which caused the war horse to neigh and speed up, and ran away with the young scout.

Fortunately, the wolves did not chase after them, so that the two scouts could reach their destination, and this place has long become a paradise for scavengers in the surrounding villages, but the traces of the attack here have not changed.

"Oh my God, look, it's all a good thing that barbarians do."

The first thing the two of them saw were human heads stuck in spears on both sides of the road, from civilians, traders, and soldiers who had accidentally passed by at the time.

"There are three squads here (twenty-four, eight in one squad), and they just died?" The young scout asked, puzzled.

"This only proves that the barbarians who attacked were more numerous than them, and faster!"

Further on, ragged scavengers can be seen searching for valuable items on corpses in one place after another, living on war, sometimes even secretly following armies on expeditions, just to loot corpses or intact armour after battles, which can be sold for a good price.

"Hey, come on, there's already someone here!" Just as wolves guard their food, the scavengers also guard their "food", and they rudely chase away the two scouts.

"Damn it, we're Strasbourg soldiers!" Seeing the despicable appearance of these scavengers, the old scout roared loudly and drew his iron sword violently, looking eager to try.

The trick worked, and the scavengers fled in fright when they heard that it was the Roman army.

"Oh my God, damn it, look at the footprints in this place." The old scout dismounted, pointing to the chaotic hooves of the horses on the ground, and at this moment he was attracted by a headless corpse by the side of the road, and an arrow stuck in the corpse, and he stepped forward, drew the arrow, and examined it carefully in his hand.

"Who are they?" The young scout asked.

"Huns." The old scout spoke unhurriedly, but his tone was heavy enough that the single word made the young scout behind him tremble, and they both knew what it meant.