"Hahaha!" Luga's laughter began to grow eerie, and it wasn't something he did on purpose. He was also persecuted, watching the enemy who was about to be annihilated be let go by his own people, and now it seems that the only way to solve the current problem is to use madness.

"You've finally run out of patience." Luga drew his iron sword and pointed at Gaisarik, then at Aetius, and then at Remitius, "You, you gangsters! ”

"Aurius. Luga! Aetius stood up straight, and he took a golden scepter from the hand of the guard behind him, and Aetius pointed the scepter at Luga, and shouted, "Aurius. Luga, have you seen this scepter? ”

"Scepter?"

Luga was stunned, he didn't know what the golden scepter meant, and he didn't know why Aetius had the audacity to order him with this blatant order.

"Luga, what he holds in his hand is Augustus's scepter, and seeing the scepter is like seeing Augustus himself!" Andrew reminded in a whisper behind Luga.

"So what." Luga was angry at this time, how could he be afraid of a golden stick? "You now understand their intentions, and we have paid such a great price in exchange for what you call peace?"

"Aurius. Luga! Aetius said, only to see the chief of the guard behind him slowly draw his iron sword, "If you still use this attitude now!" Then I will have the right to condemn you for treason! ”

"Treason?" Luga couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard the word, "How can it be considered treason? Which country is treasonous? The sword in his hand trembled with anger.

As if accustomed to bluffing, Remitius was so unhurried in this almost out of control situation, and he slowly returned to his seat and sat down in the midst of the argument.

"Tear pull, tear pull ......"

The canvas that wrapped the tent was torn open by a force from outside, and soldiers were everywhere in all directions, and they destroyed all the canvas around the tent and broke straight in. That's right, they are all Aetius's subordinates, and they can't get through the water around here, such a big formation, it seems that these two old guys have been thinking about it for a long time.

"You want to be openly against us, Aetius!" In the face of such a large formation, Lu Jia calmed down a lot, and he was still entangled and angry about whether he was friend or foe, but after everything was revealed, he felt a little relieved, like struggling to solve a problem but not finding any thoughts for a while, and suddenly came to the answer with a long sigh of relief that can let go of all the pleasure. Luga faced Aetius, and Aetius was also looking at Luga, and the two of them looked at each other, and they couldn't tell whether they were angry or joyful, yes, why joy?

"It's the same as it was at the beginning, just like when you were on the Rhine." Luga looked around at the soldiers and couldn't help laughing, but the laughter was more like crying, and Luga didn't shed a single tear the whole time.

"Aurius. Luga! Aetius leaned lazily on the small table beside the stool, looking at Luga with arrogance and disdain in his eyes. It's too tender, Luga and them are still too immature, and fighting with them is really powerless.

"Surrender!" Aetius's tone was more like a dissuasion. "While it's not all too big, Aurius. Luga, we still have room for discussion. ”

The soldiers in a circle drew their iron swords, and the blades were pointed at Luga, not the Vandal, and Aetius's intentions were so obvious that even Gaisaric on the side could read what he meant.

"It turned out to be their own struggle." A stiff smile appeared on the pale face of Geisarik, who had come to the answer, and he was a little malnourished, and with the help of the guards, he got up and saluted Remitius and Aetius in turn, and said, "Sorry to disturb me, two sir, this should be nothing to do with me." ”

Facing the Vandals in front of him, Remitius smiled at him once more, waved his hand at Gaisarik, and motioned for him to leave. And opened his mouth and said: "Go, Vandals, this war of ours is over!" ”

It's over! This war, which was on the verge of defeat and would kill Gaisaric at any time, and which would inflict heavy losses on the Vandals, was simply declared to be over with a casual opening of his mouth!

"Really, really?" Gaisaric was afraid that he had misheard, so he clasped his hand on his ear, thinking that this would allow him to hear more clearly. His eyes were full of longing, and his heart was full of hope, and he waited for Remitius to confirm it once more.

Remitius nodded at Gaisaric again, and then said, "Go home, I have made the defenders of Palermo give way to a road that is also to the west, from where you and your army can get on the ship and go back." "Remitius sat down as if Christ had come. I'm afraid he was in Gaisarik's eyes full of holy light at this time.

Gaisarik was so agitated that he even fell to the ground facing Remitius, as if he had seen God. "Thank God, thank you, Your Excellency!" He couldn't stop thanking him, like a devout believer.

Faced with this scene, Remitius actually closed his eyes and turned his head, as if he was deliberately avoiding it. Gaisarik thanked them again and again, and retreated, until they disappeared among the soldiers who surrounded them.

"He ran away." Remitius thought to himself, and in the same way, Aetius's heart was empty, and in that moment, it was as if their minds had been hollowed out by demons, and there was nothing left.

"Hah! Ha ha! Hahaha! Hahaha......"

As Gaisarik walked away, Luga burst out laughing, and his laughter was exaggerated, and his voice was even more miserable, and Luga could no longer control himself, and he fell to his knees as if he had lost his strength, and the iron sword in his hand fell from his hand and landed on the carpet beside him. Andrew watched Gessarik's departure from Luga's back, stunned and shocked, and Aetius refreshed his worldview once more, and he found that he was increasingly unable to understand this hero who he once admired so much. Why, and why did he do it? Andrew wanted to know the answer, and the answer was probably in the iron sword in the hands of the soldiers who were staring at the two of them.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

"Dig your own grave, dig your own grave!"

His tears were falling uncontrollably, and he repeated the words over and over again with a crying voice. has struggled for so long, but it can't compare to the two of them planning overnight and a word in person.

It's over, the war is over, and the rising sun spreads its light and warmth unreservedly on Luga's face and chest. But Luga crossed his hands and hugged himself tightly. The light and heat didn't affect him in the slightest, but made him feel cold like never before. It was too cold, nothing could be colder, even colder than the peaks of the Alps, and the water in the Rhine made him shiver, tears burning his cold cheeks like boiling magma. He whined and cried, and the cry entered the ears of everyone present, like an invisible hand, grasping the hearts of each of them tightly, making everyone's hearts seem to stop beating at that moment.

"Let's just forget it!"

Aetius, who had always been resolute and resolute, relented, and somehow, he could no longer be ruthless.

Remitius just shook his head. "What we have done has planted the seeds of hatred in his heart, and if he is spared, then the seeds will take root in his heart. When the time comes, he'll be out of control, so he's going to have to be killed, Aetius! ”

As soon as Remytius's words fell, Luga didn't say a word, reached out and picked up the iron sword on the ground, and it burst out, flashing behind Remitius like a bolt of lightning.

"Bang!"

Luga slammed the hilt of his sword into the face of the guard behind Remitius, and as the guard closed his eyes and screamed, Luga kicked him in the stomach, and in an instant the captain of the guard was kicked several meters away.

"You ......"

Remitius just wanted to open his mouth, but he only felt a chill in his neck, and in an instant the muscles of his entire body tightened. Luga had already put the iron sword around his neck, and Remitius was in a cold sweat, and could barely speak.

"What, are you scared?"

Luga's voice was still trembling because of the crying, but it was still intimidating, and the sound almost made Remitius unsteady, and fear filled his body for a moment.