"According to the scout's report, an army of barbarians has broken through the Rhine line and is now in the vicinity of Agrippena."

Malenius held a parchment letter, and in front of him lay a large table with a map of the entire Rhine Line, detailing the locations of the defensive points and posts.

"The Rhine line is too long, we can't take care of all points at all, the line is too long, and there are too few soldiers." Malenius pointed to the small red flag over the entire Rhine, which was equivalent to a field regiment.

Luga rose from his seat and looked out over the map, with every city and fortress on it clearly marked.

"The local garrison in Belgian Gaul is less than 10,000 people, or the border guards, these border guards are basically the rebels who were left behind to reclaim, the loyalty is not clear, but it must be unreliable, just look at the heroic deeds they have done, the enemy has arrived at Agrippina, and the outposts along the way have not moved, you can imagine where they have gone!"

Luga looked very angry, after all, it was very unusual for barbarians to cross the river in winter, except for the previous few years when they migrated because it was too cold, but in this gradually milding weather, did it really mean anything else? It's hard for anyone to say.

"What tribe are these barbarians from? And under whose banner are they? Whatever the intentions, we have to be clear, otherwise we will not be able to make a good decision to deal with this problem. ”

As soon as Luga said this, Andrew walked into the camp, and he carried a roll of sheepskin, walked straight in front of Luga, and said to Luga: "Luga, this is the evidence provided by the front-line army. ”

"What evidence?"

"The field regiment stationed east of Agripena was attacked by them, but the commander of the field regiment was very brave and managed to repel three of their attacks." Andrew said, opening the sheepskin so that Luga could see the Spada iron sword inside, even though it was full of gaps and rust.

"What is this?" Luga reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword and drew it, holding it up in the air and looking at it carefully, unable to understand what this alleged evidence was.

"This is the weapon used by those barbarians." Andrew replied immediately.

"Barbarians, use Roman weapons." Luga looked at the Spada's iron sword in his hand and couldn't help but shake his head. "So what happened to that field regiment?"

"Lost more than half of the losses and retreated, not only this field regiment, but also the Rhine line with Agripina. All six field regiments of the Eastern and Western Generation, which were hit, had to withdraw from the camp. ”

Luga drew a circle over the entire surrounding field regiment of Agrippena, as dictated by Andrew.

"With such a long area, are they demarcating territory? Still with our weapons. ”

"I'm afraid it's not surprising, Caesar." At this time, Ankus, the first count of Augusta-Treville, replied to Luga: "A hundred or two hundred years ago, through trade, the Germanic tribes led by the Frankish tribes north of the Rhine were already equipped with the weapons of the Roman army, and the sale of weapons was not a forbidden thing, and the warriors of the great tribes north of the Rhine were generally not much different from the tone and equipment of our soldiers. ”

"In this way, these barbarians are just barbarian tribes north of the Rhine, but they should continue to move forward even if they are surviving, why don't they migrate in such a large place?" Luga slid his stick across the map, and after a while, he smiled smugly and continued, "I feel like I understand their intentions. ”

Then he raised his head and asked the clerk bureaucrats in Gaul, Belgium: "How many tribes are there now in the south of the Rhine?" ”

"Caesar, but also the Alemannis, the Franks, the Lombards." The civil servant replied without hesitation: "If Roman weapons are used, there is no doubt that they are Franks." ”

"That's right, Caesar, a part of the Franks has gone to Attila, and a part of the inner migration has gone to Aetius..."Ankus said this, and suddenly paused, as if suddenly realized, and looked at Luga with wide eyes and surprise, and said, "Are they the part of the army that surrendered to Attila?" ”

"That is to say, they braved the heavy snow to attack our defensive line, so it must be to occupy a position in advance in case the heavy snow is difficult to move and make adequate preparations for the subsequent landing of the army." Although one sentence broke Attila's intentions, Lu Jia's brows did not stretch at this time, but his whole expression looked more solemn.

"The only question at the moment is to determine the number of these Franks, who have dispersed our army by occupying a section of the river in advance in winter, and then it is likely that they will cross the river by the ice on the river in winter. If possible, then in the spring we will be under a full-scale attack by the Huns. ”

Luga slammed the Agrippi with his stick, making a deliberately screeching noise to try to get everyone's attention, and continued: "We must now come up with an offensive against these lawless bastards, and if we can't take this line back, then we will have to drag our families south." ”

"But now that the road is closed by heavy snow, not to mention the speed of the march, it is not certain whether there will be an ambush when you arrive at the place." Malenius raised the difficulties that the Roman army now faced. "This is not the southern region, and we cannot ignore the difficulties caused by the heavy snow, after all, we cannot guarantee that soldiers will get frostbite or freeze to death because of this cold climate."

"That's why Attila gave the Franks an absolute advantage before the snow accumulated, and we can only watch them occupy our defensive line and deploy with a swagger, and it is likely that north of the Rhine, Attila's army is already waiting to cross the river at any time."

Luga looked at the map and clenched his fists, but he could imagine what the consequences of rashly attacking when he didn't know the enemy's bottom line at all, and it was completely unknown whether he would fail or succeed, but if he just let it go, then he would really be led by Attila's nose!

"Who is the Garrison Duke of Agrippina now?"

"Duke Catus, Caesar."

"Very well, then send out scouts, and order the Duke of Catus of Agrippena to lead a part of the defending army and the retreating field army to regroup, and then attack the lost line, and be sure to drive the Franks back north of the Rhine with all their might."

At this time, Ankus stood up and looked at Luga and said, "Caesar, there are some things I have to ask, what if they fail?" No, I don't mean anything else, Caesar, Catus, after all, it's my son, yes, I only have this one son. ”

This was certainly a very risky operation, after all, it was a bad luck for the remnants of the army to fight against the menacing barbarians. Ankus's tone was more like a plea, after all, it was hard for him to imagine what a misfortune his son would have been like for the old man.

Looking at Ankus, Luga sighed lightly and replied, "I don't blame him, your Excellency the Count can rest assured, I only hope that Catus will even defeat the barbarians, after all, the war will not end because of this attempted battle." ”