The flames that erupted in an instant frantically devoured the seemingly impregnable siege vehicle in front of him.

Beneath the siege engine, a dozen barbarian soldiers in flames screamed and ran for their lives like frightened animals.

They wished they could extinguish the flame as soon as possible so that they could be freed from this endless suffering, but they were foolish enough to think that running would extinguish the flame on their backs.

The injured longed for the help of others around them, but in the eyes of their fellow citizens, they became monsters in the eyes of others simply because of the raging flames burning on their bodies.

The other barbarian soldiers dodged the poor creatures with an ominous fire, and prayed to Valhalla to take away their cursed souls.

Of course, the result was that the flames grew stronger and stronger, and the ignorant creatures were eventually enveloped in flames and collapsed in a mess.

The "crackling" sound of the flame burning was like a ghost crying, and the billowing black smoke rising up was more like a huge black flag rising, and the slightly damp wind after the rain "lifted" it up to the sky, even the troops who had not yet reached their destination at the northernmost part of Attila's army could clearly see this billowing smoke.

In the military formation behind the attacking barbarian soldiers, looking at the burning chariots and the soldiers who had lost their effective siege measures, the tribal leaders of the servants gathered around Attila, and each of them had horror written on their faces. In particular, the leaders of the Scythians and the Alemanni who were in charge of the main attack, the two of them were already pale, and they stood there like statues, but they were trembling statues.

Presumably they were ready to be attacked by Attila at any time, after all, the Hun king Attila only liked servants who could get things done.

"We are warriors, and it seems that there is no way to deal with this tall wall." Attila spoke unhurriedly, and although he opened his mouth to speak, his solemn face did not leave any room for relaxation, and the brief words made everyone present tremble.

Their fear of Attila's intimidation is reminiscent of the Thracian and Macedonian battles against Theodosius II of Rome in the east, in which Attila defeated the Thracian field army four times.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my king, this time, we failed!" The leader of the Scythians, Iruahman, a pure-bred Scythian, stood up and wore a hat with scales and scales wrapped in the high legs characteristic of the Scythians.

He bowed his head and confessed to Attila, the king of the Huns, like a child who had made a mistake. Frederick was watching from the sidelines, he was admittedly a clever fellow, and he was not in a hurry to admit his mistakes, but he was watching Attila's attitude towards Iru Ahman, who was the first to admit his mistakes.

"No, no, no, it's not your fault, my friend." As a staunch ally of the Scythians, Attila did not act as he should have been angry about the defeat in the battle, and he smiled and patted Iru Ahman on the shoulder, and his friendly appearance almost made him forget the murderous massacre of the defector Attila in the first place.

"I thought that in Rome, we only needed to defeat Arnikisculus, a guy who refused to bow his head (the former commander of the Thracian field army, the Battle of the Usta River resisted Attila with all his might, and died in battle), but I figured it out, the Romans are not short of brave guys, and we must also face it carefully."

'We need to prepare a little bit and then move on to attack.' After Attila finished speaking, he glanced at Frederick not far away, and said with a cold and threatening look in his eyes: "I hope that next time, I can see something very worthwhile, that is, to cross the walls of the Romans and bring their bishop to my feet." ”

After saying that, Attila turned around and left under the escort of the guards, leaving Frederick who was still in a daze, until Attila had been gone for a long time, Frederick was still in a panic, and he desperately guessed what Attila meant when he gave him a last glance.

At this time, several trumpeters came at the front of the barracks, and they blew a sharp flute at the barbarian soldiers who were still besieging the city in front, and the loud flute sounded to signal to every soldier present, and when they heard it, they gave up the attack, and then left with the ladder, the wounded soldiers, and the corpses.

Looking at the barbarian army that was gradually moving away, the Romans stood on the walls only briefly cheering and then unusually quiet, they did not have the joy and excitement they imagined for this defensive battle, all their eyes looked at Attila's barracks, where, with no end in sight, no one could imagine when the second attack would be, or what scale it would be.

In the days that followed, Roman soldiers patrolling the city walls day and night, alertly observing the camp at night that was brighter than the city of Orleans.

Walcreek was a centurion in the garrison, and he was the one who took part in the defense of the city and personally executed the provocative barbarian soldier. At this time, he was not complacent about the small victory in this battle, after all, Attila's army did not have the number of a few thousand men.

It was about to patrol the city wall as is customary, but looking at the lifeless room of the guards, it was crowded with soldiers.

There was not a hint of joy on the faces of any of them, and all of them were worried, fearing that the barbarians would come back again.

"Hey, Matt, do you see the outside during the day, oh my God, it's incredible."

"I don't know what, oh my God, it's been a tortureous time, and that's when I close my eyes and open them again." The soldier named Matt got up and picked up a piece of bread on the table, "I'm dying of hunger when I say this, oh my God, when is this life a head?" ”

"No, it's going to be soon, Matt, wait for the barbarians out of the city to cut off your head, like the wounded soldier I carried at the time, oh my God, the axe is right on his head, you know, no one dares to pull out the axe, no one knows what will be seen after pulling the axe, and he died before our eyes, oh my God, really, just died!"

"I saw the barbarians building the building cars, I don't know if it's real, but I saw it with my own eyes, they actually have our technology, and I always thought that only we Romans could make this thing."

"Enough! That's enough! Walcreek loudly stopped everyone present lest they spread their inner uneasiness and affect the morale of the city's defenders, "I must warn you to keep your mouths shut, boys, this is war, and it is a shame for us that you should say such disheartening words, and if you say any more, I will denounce you and let the Bishop hang you on the gallows in the name of God." ”

In the face of Walker's threat, several soldiers silently got up and walked out of the guard room with their weapons on their shoulders, perhaps unwilling, but they did not refute anything.

Following them, Walcreek patrolled along the city walls, and at the gates, he stopped and looked back at the outside of the camp, and through the firelight, his eyes widened in disbelief.