"Leo seems to be very disappointed in you, Luga." Looking at Leo's distant car, Andrew smiled wryly and said to Luga, "As far as I know, he's not a person who likes to be disappointed. ”

"I know." Luga nodded in response, "He probably just wants to see if I can fix this matter." Looking at the retreating legions, Luga himself couldn't help but sneer and said: "I thought that I would be able to support it for a while, even if it was to make the Suehui people suffer a little, but it turned out that I was wrong, and I was ridiculously wrong. ”

The defeated Matteorius seemed to be a different person, completely devoid of his original spirit, he walked forward dejectedly, as if there were thousands of pounds hanging under his feet, making it difficult for him to walk.

He didn't know how long it had taken him to get to Luga, he hung his head, and he didn't have the courage to look up at Luga.

"Coming back?" Luga's voice was gloomy, and it almost came out of his throat.

The voice was not loud, but it smashed into Matteorius's heart like a fist, and he buried his head lower, not daring to be as arrogant as he had been, perhaps this was all he feared, and it all happened to happen.

The battle seemed to have come to an end, the Roman army, which was supposed to be withdrawn, did not move, and they stood in their own positions in the middle of the formation, as if the battle was not over.

"What's going on? Why don't you leave, do you still stand here like a clown and be ridiculed by these barbarians? ”

The soldiers were puzzled, so the voices of doubt rang out from the outside and continued inside, and they could not understand what the commander was doing. Because he had just arrived in a hurry to attack, now that the attack failed, not only did many people die, not to mention, but the only siege cone was destroyed by the Suehui people.

The deeply insulted Roman soldiers were naturally reluctant to linger here, and who did not want to rush forward and teach the triumphant barbarians a hard lesson, but without the siege engines, they were no different from the barbarians.

In the Chinese army, the soldiers looked at the two people in the center of the formation, who stood in plain sight like opposing statues.

The discerning man could see at a glance what Luga was thinking, and he needed to explain, especially Matteorius's explanation, why he had become like this, why he was so passive and helpless.

Seeing that Matteolius didn't say a word, Luga looked anxious, his breathing gradually became short, he needed to explain, but Matteolius didn't speak at all.

"It's bad, he's angry, what should I do?" Matteorius's mind was spinning, and he was constantly thinking about how to explain his mistake.

It's not just Luga waiting, the entire audience is waiting here, and it's hard to imagine how much psychological pressure thousands of pairs of eyes focused on one person put on this guy.

The whole scene is quietly weird, it's hard to imagine how weird the scene was at that time,

"Come on, you should give a reasonable explanation, after all, you have traveled a lot of time along the way."

"We went into battle too hastily!"

"What else?"

"We don't have siege engines, we don't have powerful siege engines, and we can't give the Suebi people enough deterrence." Matteolius defended himself so well that he had no intention of apologizing for his mistakes.

"Siege engine, ha!" Luga smiled and shook his head, "Even the tallest trebuchet and the strongest battering cone won't make your soldiers stronger!" ”

"But you have failed, the number of enemies is simply not enough for one of your field regiments." Luga originally wanted to say that there were only a few dozen of them, but he didn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, Matt Aurius stopped talking, and he didn't seem to justify this.

"Tell me, Matt, what are you going to do with this lost battle?" Luga said coldly, making Matteorius feel very uncomfortable, because Luga had never spoken to him like this, especially with such an attitude.

"Why don't you speak?"

"I didn't think about it!"

"Then I'll help you think about it!"

Luga yelled, he was so angry, "I can predict your defeat today from the discipline of your men in the days of Talako, I warned you, but you are obsessed, and I have decided that I do not want you to show mercy again!" ”

"You should know what the Roman military system is, the Romans never allowed defeat! You also know what the consequences are for the loser. ”

Matteorius didn't speak, it didn't mean that he didn't know, he just didn't dare to say it, he was afraid that Luga would really do it.

"Andrew, enforce the Eleven!" Luga turned back to Andrew in a commanding tone.

"As you wish, Luga!" After Andrew finished speaking, he then asked, "Luga, for them, are they attacking soldiers?" ”

"Everyone!" Luga's tone was extremely firm, "This is not the problem of the two thousand attacking soldiers, everyone has a problem, everyone should carry out such an order!" ”

After saying that, Andrew nodded heavily, he was Luga's most loyal companion, and of course he was also the most staunch supporter of Luga's orders.

Hearing this order, Matteorius looked back at the soldiers behind him, their eyes clearly frightened. Although they are mercenary-born guys, they are naturally familiar with the famous eleven rules of Rome.

This is a life-threatening punishment, which means that 500 out of 5,000 people will face death.

"And, of course, you, Lord Matteorius!" Luga pointed at him, and his attitude was extremely resolute.

Matteorius's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he smiled and said to Luga, "What, did I hear it wrong. ”

"No, Lord Matteolius! You will also receive the law of the Eleven with your soldiers, which is your punishment. After all, it is not enough for you to watch from the sidelines, such self-blame is not enough, you have to be in the middle of it, feel the despair of the soldiers under your command, and then tell yourself that all this is thanks to you, of course, I don't guarantee that you will have special good luck, which will make you draw that difficult one! ”

Luga spoke easily, but Matteorius listened heavily, and he didn't dare to imagine that Luga would use him to make fun of him.

"What, what do you say, I'm your savior!" Matteolius pointed at himself and protested loudly: "It's me, it's me who saved your life, you want to kill me, you want to kill me!" ”

Matteorius' roar was so loud that the soldiers around him turned their heads to look at him.

"You can't live and die with your own soldiers, so how do you command them?"

"I don't care! I don't care! Matteorius completely lost his mind, and he pointed at Luga hysterically and shouted: "I saved your life, you should give me privileges for God's sake, you can't kill me!" ”

Luga didn't listen to his words that bordered on begging, he turned back to Andrew who was handing out the lots, and said, "Andrew, give him a lot." ”

"No problem, Luga!" Andrew hurried over, handed it to Matt Aurius, and said with a smile: "Matt, try your luck, maybe it's a live lot!" ”