Wars, which have not stopped since the advent of the Latins and gaining a foothold in the Apennines, sent men to the grave and women conquered under the crotch, this is how Rome went from city-state to empire.

It's just that the conquests of hundreds of years finally began to gradually return to the vanquished when the contradictions and conflicts reached their worst.

The two sides standing in the "demolition team" and the "nail household" are both fighting and unable to compromise, and the roles of the invader and the invaded are reversed, and bloody and cruel tug-of-war is staged in the land conquered by Rome in the past.

Fortunately, God bless Rome, this crumbling empire has appeared two generals who can turn the tide: one is Luga, the spear of the empire, and the other is Aetius, the shield of the empire.

After the autumn, the benefits of the consolidation wars of the previous years finally emerged, and the Gaul region finally received a good harvest in a relatively stable situation, and the nobles handed over a very considerable amount of food under the double pressure of the two Augustans in order to cope with the attack of Attila at any time, which can be regarded as making up for the embarrassment of the previous empire's finances.

Ludug, the capital of the Gallic province of Ludug, has been regarded by Aetius as a base camp and even an outpost for dealing with Gallic issues since he led his army to retake it. Advancing controls Gaul, and retreating guards the Alps, which is equivalent to holding Gaul and central Italy firmly in their own hands.

He was the captain of the army in Rome in the west, and he had great military dispatch rights, but even so, he had to be outside the city of Ludinand, leading the soldiers, waiting for the distinguished guests who came from afar on the southern avenue.

Not far away, I saw an army coming unhurriedly towards this place, their equipment was complete, and they knew that it was an army from Italy when they looked at their outfits. They were now under Luga's command and traveled north along Agrippa Avenue through Ludinand.

Here, Luga's army did not stop there, but the chariot escorted by Luga's guards stopped and stopped in front of Aetius.

Compared to this guy who is full of legends, the status of the two of them is no longer the same, as a subordinate, although Aetius can think of himself as the commander of the soldiers of Western Rome and does not obey the orders of Augustus of Eastern Rome, but he still has to put himself in the right position.

"Caesar!" Facing the not ornate but large enough carriage in front of him, Aetius saluted slightly, smiling.

"It's been a long time, a few years since we've seen you, Lord Aetius."

After a while, the curtain of the car window slowly opened, and Luga poked his head out of it, looked at Aetius, and a group of subordinates behind him, and when he saw Litore, Luga couldn't help but smile and said, "It seems that His Excellency Aetius is still a man who misses the old and values feelings." ”

"I don't understand, Caesar." Aetius looked puzzled.

Luga did not explain Aetius's question, but changed the topic and asked, "So, how are the preparations done now?" ”

"The soldiers were training day and night, ready to fight."

"How many people have you prepared?"

"Twenty thousand!"

"20,000?"

Luga put down the curtain, and a sneer came from the carriage at this time, which showed Lujia's attitude at this time.

"Your Excellency Aetius, 20,000 people, I'm afraid, is not enough."

Before I saw him, I heard his voice, and before the window of the carriage was opened, the gloomy voice of Lugana had already come from the carriage, which sounded so meaningful.

"This old friend of yours will not be intimidated by such 20,000 men, Lord Aetius."

As soon as Luga's words were finished, the coachman, who was sitting at the front of the carriage, drove the carriage slowly forward with the reins, leaving Aetius and the others.

"What does it mean that 20,000 people are not enough?" Therius, behind Aetius, couldn't help but ask, "Will he be able to raise an army comparable to Xerxes?" ”

"I don't know, and besides, that's Caesar, not him." Aetius looked back and reminded.

Luga's army was stationed in Augusta-Treville, which was well connected to the cities south of the Rhine, and as one of the original Roman capitals, it was also in line with Luga's status at this time, so as not to go to a small city to make people think that the power of Augustus was too cheap.

Luga kept an eye on the north of the Rhine, but the promised attack was delayed, and all the posts south of the Rhine were on guard for more than three months, but they saw the empty north of the Rhine.

The news of the return was always unusual, much to the surprise of everyone present. After all, this is not like Attila's style, since they have launched a sneak attack, they have clearly told the Romans of their existence but are slow to attack.

There was already a rifle within the Senate over this matter, and in the Senate, the senators even demanded that Aetius and his army be mobilized to the front line of the Alps to monitor the area where Attila might appear.

But soon when the first snow fell in winter, the border garrison in heavy sheepskin jackets sat at the campfire and chatted, except for the frozen river from the watchtower, and the dense woods on the other side, all they had to do was deal with the patrols that would come at any time, and the report was not very simple: "I have not seen those Hun mongrels these days. ”

The snow fell, giving the land a silvery white, both the ground and the woods, and the gloomy sky overhead, revealing a little heaviness.

When it was time for the shift change again, Hans, the old ten-captain, returned to his camp by the river after seeing off the patrolling cavalry.

Here, several soldiers wrapped in thick leather jackets sat in front of the campfire, and they all put their iron helmets on their heads to roast them next to the flames, strange to say, when the weather was cold, the helmets could not stand it, and even "ate" human hair.

"This thing must be frozen, otherwise it wouldn't be like this, let this old guy be warm and warm, after all, this weather, no one can stand it."

"Hey, I said, boy." Hans returned to the camp and saw a child sitting there roasting his hands, and the weather had caused the child to suffer so much that his whole face was red.

Hans came over and mercilessly stretched out his hand and slapped the boy on the back of the head, and rebuked him loudly: "Oh my God, you slacker, why don't you go up and keep me up against the barbarians on the other side of the river, and if they come, none of us will be able to escape!" ”

"It's not my job." The kid rubbed his head and protested, "I'm still behind Baya. ”

"I said you are you, you slacker!" Hans didn't care so much, he was tough, fully exercising his already small amount of power, "Get out of the way, you bastard boy, now, hurry up and watch me, you take my place." ”

The angry child seemed helpless, so he could only stand up with a few muttered words, and before he could raise his head and receive another slap, he had to come to the proposal and stick out his tongue at Hans's back, and climbed up with great reluctance.

But halfway through the climb, he stopped suddenly, and froze in place as if he had seen something terrible.

"Oh, Hail Mary, what are you doing, you slacker, is this wood freezing you?" Hans turned around and saw that the child was motionless, and suddenly burst out of breath.

"People, people!"

The boy stood on the ladder, pointing to the Rhine in front of him, and spoke a little hesitantly.

"What?"

Hans stood up sharply, and he walked over and tore the boy off, and climbed up the watchtower himself, gasping at the Rhine.

Somehow, a large number of barbarians appeared on the banks of the forest on the other side of the river, and they came here in small boats along the river that had not yet frozen.

"Barbarians! Barbarians! ”

Hanston lost his spirit, and while chanting "barbarians", he jumped from the watchtower and beckoned the rest of his men to flee for their lives.

God knows how many people crossed the river, at least that's not a good sign.