"What the hell did he say?"

A reprimanding question made old Hans wake up suddenly, he was startled, the whole person trembled, and his heart was also slowed down by half a beat because of this startle, one second heaven, one second hell, the huge contrast dispelled old Hans's exhaustion, he raised his head and looked at the Roman officer who was interrogating him in front of him, his eyes were full of pleading.

The officer who interrogated Hans pursued him so hard that old Hans's lips were pale, and there was no blood at all, and he looked like a dried corpse, and not only that, but his bare skin was covered with frostbite like dead tree bark.

Poor old fellow, even if it seems desolate, God may pass by him, and he will not be able to help but show mercy to him. But God is not common, so he is still like this, and even worse.

The new interrogation officer is not God, but more likely a so-called pragmatic and cold-blooded guy who believes in God.

The interrogator always ignored what happened to old Hans, and he only wanted to get some useful information from the dying old Hans.

"Huns, Huns, Attila! Attila! ”

Old Hans was so weak that he finally sank his head heavily after repeating Attila twice.

The soldier beside him walked over and lifted his chin to take a closer look, and after confirming it, he reported to the interrogating officer, "My lord, he has fainted. ”

"Damn it."

The interrogating officer cursed twice, slammed the pen in his hand on the table, then dried the handwriting on the written parchment, and then handed it to the soldier and said, "Quick, present this parchment to Caesar!" ”

"Caesar, this is the transcript of the deserter's interrogation."

Andrew held the still slightly warm parchment scroll in both hands, walked quickly and presented it respectfully to Luga's table, and Luga quickly spread out the parchment scroll and read it quickly.

At this moment, on the table not far in front of him, the soldiers in charge of drawing the map of the situation planted the small blue flags representing the barbarians on Agrippena and Mortiniaken.

"No, no, no, now hurry up and replace it!"

While the soldiers were busy on the rehearsal board, Luga jumped up from his seat, walked over quickly, knocked down all the small blue flags that had been placed, and said to the soldiers with complicated expressions: "All black flags!" ”

As soon as they heard this, everyone present was stunned.

"Can you be sure? Caesar, this is not a trivial matter. Ankus whispered Luga's meaning.

"It's true, I'm pretty sure, my friend." Luga pointed to the parchment scroll in his hand, which was the interrogation record of the deserter Hans, "Attila Attila! Luga repeated quickly, then urged the soldiers to change into small black flags and plant them in the same place as the original blue flags.

"The combined Hun army had broken through the Rhine line, and Agrippena's defenses were empty because of problems with the active offensive at that time." Luga was silent for a moment when he said this, he raised his head and looked at Ankus's red and swollen eyes, this old man had not slept well since the deserter came to Augusta-Treville, this could be said to be a fiasco caused by Luga's command mistakes, but could it have been avoided, it seemed that it could not be avoided.

"To your child, Duke Catus, Your Excellency the Earl, I am very sorry."

"No, Caesar, for the sake of the Purple Chamber and Rome, Catus made the right choice." Even though he said it, Ankus held back tears, and the grief that the old father showed when he learned that his child had not escaped was probably able to understand it firsthand. "You go on, Caesar, I can't bother you here." Ankus said as he walked quickly out of the council chamber, afraid that he needed to calm down at this point.

"Guys, stand tighter." Luga quickly adjusted his state, beckoned all the officers present to gather, and continued: "It can now be proved that the Franks and the Alemanni who attacked Motinacon and the Altogoths who tore through the long line of defense from Agripana to Motinacon are Attila's servant army, and now that they have completely occupied the Rhine Line in the cold winter, then Strasbourg and Augusta-Treville, where we are located, are completely exposed to Attila's spear. ”

"But now that they have taken control of the Rhine Line, they have not moved, are they waiting for the cold winter to pass?"

"Most likely, the snow at this time is our last barrier with Attila."

"Being able to brave the cold to launch an attack in three areas at the same time can be imagined that Attila's army has a strong combat capability, and it is difficult to imagine that there are nearly 15,000 defensive forces on the Rhine Line, so it can be said that the vanguard army sent by Attila alone has more than three times the number of our garrison."

The shocking statistics almost suffocated everyone present, no one knew how many thousands of people Attila had invested, but it was not difficult to imagine that he really wanted the entire territory of Western Rome, and he had never wanted it so much.

"The most important thing is that this is just a servant army." Luga sighed: "You must know that Attila's servant tribe is not only like this, he must be waiting north of the Rhine, waiting for the cold winter to go south and take all of Gaul into his pocket. ”

Luga said, drawing a large circle throughout Gaul with his baton, and said to the officers present: "Belgian Gaul, the province of Grand Sequanoren is no longer able to defend itself in this way, and we must organize the burghers of Augusta-Traville to retreat south when the snow melts in the spring." ”

"So how far are we going to retreat?" Andrew couldn't understand Luga's conservative plan, because in his opinion, Luga had always been constantly attacking, even in Macedonia and Thermopyla, he was actively fighting against Attila, but he didn't say that he wanted to retreat before he made contact.

"South of Ludinand." Luga said that it was Ludinand, but in fact it was Narbian Gaul. "We must concentrate our forces at a sufficiently narrow distance, and I have now sent scouts to ask the Iberian legions and the Alans to go north to fight, and of course to the south of Ludinan I will also seek Aetius, and I must ask him to find a way to mobilize all the soldiers who can fight in the Gallic provinces under his control into this battle against Attila. I believe that God is on our side and will not allow the pagans to wash the land of Christ in blood. ”

"There is still a month left before winter, and we should also inform the subjects of the entire city to prepare, after all, it will really be too late to prepare when the time comes." Luga's proposal made the other officers nod their heads, and the greatest advantage of being Augustus was that his authority was unquestionable, which made it easier for him to give orders.

As the other officers had retreated, Luga continued to look at the map in front of him, and he picked up a small Rabelan flag, which was heavily planted on the northern part of the province of Ludug Gaul, on the banks of the Marne in southern Belgian Gaul, marked as Chalons, and the red Rabelan flag reflected Luga's red eyes.

"I'll meet you right here, Attila!" Luga said word by word in his heart.