"Luga, don't, please don't hurt me." Remitius's face was as painful as ashes, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell like raindrops. He sensed Aetius' hesitation, and he was afraid, afraid that he would be alone.

He threatened Luga, but what he got was a blow in the leg that he regretted, and he didn't dare to make a second time, unlike the politicians he had deceived, they looked at him with tears in their eyes, gritted their teeth, and cursed him with vicious language, but there was nothing they could do about him, but this Luga, he directly stabbed him with his sword, making him so painful.

"This, this unreasonable martial artist!" Remitius cursed inwardly, half-curled up on his right leg and covering the wound tightly with his hand. Luga didn't have any pity for him, and although Luga stopped the tears that kept falling, he began to calm down and think. Although a touching remark made everyone present shake their minds, the elite aristocrat must be a rational animal, and he will not be swayed by emotion. But Remitius, who was in Luga's hands, was a lifelong member of the Senate after all, and he was also a well-known figure in the political circles of the empire, and he was going to die, which was also an indelible scandal for Aetius. It will even be questioned and denied by other senators in the Senate, after all, he is not an ordinary person, and he can't do anything radical.

This was not the place to stay, and if he Aetius came to his senses, even the most sensational words would make him feel bored, so Luga took Remitius hostage and walked slowly.

"You, what are you going to do!"

Remitius' face was twisted in pain, the wound on his leg was bleeding out, and the pain of the writhing wound irritated his cranial nerves over and over with each step. There was no story of the Little Mermaid back then, and if there were, I think Germitius would have liked it if he had survived, because he could relate to it.

"Shut up, damn old thing!" Luga didn't have the slightest idea of respecting the old and loving the young, at least for the lifelong senator, he dragged Remitius back constantly, and in full view of everyone, the soldiers followed in his footsteps, moving slowly step by step.

"What does he want to do?" As Luga expected, Aetius had already restrained his hesitation and sensibility, and Luga's every move made him vigilant. Look at the direction where Luga slowly retreated and look down, isn't that the camp gate!

"Stop him, he wants to get out of the camp!" Aetius cried out. The soldiers around them were startled and then slammed in, tightening the space for Luga and Andrew to move.

"Quick, order Aetius to get out of the way!" After crying, Luga seemed much calmer at this time, and he unhurriedly put his mouth close to Remytius's ear, but the cold tone made Remitius shiver. But after all, he was a proud member of the Senate for life, how could he appear undetermined and ugly in front of so many people?

"No, you can't escape, stop dreaming!" A slight sneer spread across Remitius' twitching face, and soon, he regretted it again.

"Whew!"

Without saying a word, Luga pulled the blade of his sword as soon as he finished speaking, and in an instant, a blood-red cut appeared on Remitius's neck, and blood flowed out of the wound.

"Ah!! Yes!!! Yes!!! ”

Remitius felt a tingling pain in his neck, and a warm current slowly flowed from his wound, wetting his neckline. This time he didn't scream, it was like a stone stuck in his throat, almost suffocating him, death, and the fear that came from death was like an invisible hand, stuck around his neck.

"Luga, you!" Aetius exclaimed, his right hand pressed tightly against the hilt of his sword, ready to draw.

"Don't, don't mess around!" Remitius learned to shut up again, his face was full of horror, and in the face of Aetius and his men, he began to stop Aetius, so that Aetius was a little embarrassed, drew half of his sword, and had to take it back. He watched Luga take Remitius and walk towards the camp gate step by step, at this time they were still quite far from the camp gate, and I have to say that in order to block the road of Gaisarik, Luga really built this camp too large.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

A loud crash came from afar, mixed with a noisy roar, like

At this moment a lightly armed herald came on a horse, and he hurriedly turned and dismounted, and despite the fact that he almost fell, he ran to Aetius's side. He was out of breath, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment, he leaned into Aetius's ear and whispered a few words, Aetius listened, the pupils of his eyes gradually dilated, and the news shocked him very much. "Are you telling the truth?" Aetius asked, looking back.

"It's true!" The soldier's expression was serious, and he didn't look like he was lying.

"Oops!" Aetius jerked up from his seat, his eyes already shifting from Luga, who was holding Remitius hostage, to the direction of the camp gate.

"It's worthy of a unit brought out by a madman, and he behaves as crazy as he does." Aetius whispered to himself, and said to the chief of the guard beside him: "Order all the troops in the camp to gather here, leave this guy alone, the soldiers under his command must have seen something and reacted!" ”

"Assemble! Gather! ”

The heralds under Aetius shouted loudly, and the sound of trumpets was even more chaotic. Soon, under the order to assemble, a team of 100 people rushed over from different camps. But during this time, Luga and Andrew were already at the gate of the camp! There were dozens of soldiers holding their shoulders against the gate of the camp, but outside the gate it was like a siege cone crashing, accompanied by the shouts of a large number of people.

"You're fomenting a civil war, Aurius. Flavis. Luga! As he walked, Remitius warned Luga in words.

"If you feel like you can add one more wound, I'd be happy to help you!" Luga silenced the talkative politician with a single word. He had no choice but to endure the pain on his body and limp forward.

"Bang dang!"

When Luga and Andrew were less than fifty meters away from the camp gate, the camp gate, which was not very strong, finally could not support the continuous impact and fell to the ground.

Most of the soldiers who blocked the gate were crushed under the camp gate, and the rest fled in the wilderness.

"Onward! Advance! The familiar voice, and the roar over and over again, Luga turned back and saw the tidal wave of soldiers, who, led by Berialius, threw away the wooden pillars that had slammed the door, and rushed in with a roar in their hands. The soldier who was crushed under the camp gate had long since been trampled on by a pair of feet and turned into a pulp, pitiful, and a victim of political struggle.

Aetius's soldiers retreated, avoiding physical altercations. They formed a line in front of Aetius, and Luga's soldiers stood behind him, and they could understand what was happening as Luga stood on his back, and they raised their spears forward, pointing their spears at Aetius and his men.

"I'm afraid your idea won't come true, Lord Remitius." Luga stretched out his tongue and licked the blood on the blade of his sword, the soldiers in his hands were twice as large as Aetius, how could such a thick capital not give Luga confidence? Of course, he Remitius did not dare to speak, for fear that Luga would cut off his tongue.