It was probably the killing that cheered up the "gods" above their heads, and they did not hesitate to decorate the sky with the blood of the red earth, so that the sky that was gradually sinking into the oceans of Europa and beyond, was blood-red, and no one did not admit that this was the end of the world.

But now, the killing continues, as if the idea of not fighting until the last man vows to fight for his life. Lugar took the lead, wielding the Dragon's Breath Sword and his skillful body to knock the barbarians in front of him to the ground one by one.

Fighting, whether in the East or the West, the ability of a general to take the lead will inevitably have a very important impact on the soldiers under his command. Luga was at the front of the line, and the soldiers all attacked in the direction pointed by his iron sword, killing the barbarians one after another. There was no such rampant appearance as if they were crazy at that time, they were like wolves with their tails between them, and they had no strength but couldn't use it.

Luga was like a conspicuous banner in it, and all the soldiers no longer followed the dragon head banner of their flag bearer, but craned their necks in front of them to look for the red vertical horse on Luga's head, which was the real banner that smashed into the depths of the soul, always encouraging the soldiers present to move forward.

This was obviously an unequal battle, not only Luga, but even Attila, who had tried these attacks, thought it was true. The Roman soldiers condescended, wielding their shields and spears wildly, so that the barbarians clutched the short axes in their hands helplessly. They really have no other way to change the current situation than to roar at the hoarse throat, if they can yell at the dead.

"The soldiers are retreating, Attila, we could be crushed at any moment!" The officers looked at Attila's back, and they lowered their heads, not even daring to look at Attila's back.

"So, did we fail?" Attila stood at the rear of the army, looking through the blood-colored sun at the retreating soldiers at Thermopylae, knowing that he had no right to blame them.

The officers and nobles behind him were silent, who could guess Attila's current thoughts, no one dared to take the risk of standing up and saying, "Probably, Attila, my king." "Then what the consequences will be is unknown, God knows whether a more reasonable Attila will be angry and murderous because of this, and it will not fall on his head if he does not open his mouth anyway, that is certain.

"This damn place can't give my cavalry plenty of room to play, we seem to have chosen the wrong position!" As if he had just come to his senses, Attila patted his head and turned back to Golding, "Golding, my faithful servant, I ask you whether we should continue to fight under such circumstances. ”

"We didn't lose, Attila, my king!" Golding said it categorically, only to see his left hand tightly grasp the belt around his waist, and his right hand pointed to the battlefield in front of him and said sharply to Attila: "Give me a team of excellent soldiers, and I swear to the Immortal Heaven that I can take back all that we have lost!" ”

"Enough, Golding!" Attila interrupted Golding's moment of loyalty and for Attila to push himself above the fire pit to be unrealistic rhetoric at this time. Attila could not care about Golding's life, but he felt sorry for a team of excellent soldiers, and he himself had to admit that he was not an all-powerful god, and he could not overcome this gully that occupied the right time and place.

"If we keep going like this, we're really going to lose, aren't we?" Attila shook her head and let out a long sigh, as if admitting her helplessness, after all, this was his first failure, and the key was in the negotiation.

"Odystes!" Attila called softly.

"Listen to your command, my king."

"If." Attila shook his teeth, he was still unwilling, but the killing cries of the Romans in front of him reached his ears again, as if to remind the invincible barbarian king, "I mean, if we really fail here, what kind of effect will this have on us?" ”

"Theodosius will only be more arrogant to us." Odystes knew the Roman nobles in high positions too well, and he said without thinking: "If we fail here, then Theodosius will be even more discredited with the gold in our contract with them, and he may not give us a single penny!" To make matters worse, as long as the Romans were quick enough to deliver orders, we might not be able to retreat from Macedonia. ”

"Theodosius was not alone in his fears." Attila said with a gloomy gaze: "He is afraid of the soldiers under my command, and it is precisely because of their large size and sufficient deterrent ability that this bastard Theodosius is too busy to take care of himself, and would rather guard his magnificent palace than go out of the city to challenge me." ”

"A soldier is my life!" Attila seemed to understand a lot, "I'm consuming them, that is, consuming my own life, and now God knows how many Romans there are, and they are endless, as if jumping out of a stone, you see, the narrow pass is always able to rush out of the heavily armed Romans in piles, and we can't afford to consume them." ”

"Attila! Attila! ”

While Attila was hesitating, a Hun officer on the front line, covered in blood and panting, rode his horse to Attila, and dismounted with the support of the soldiers. "The soldiers are exhausted, Attila, the soldiers need to rest, the war weariness is getting worse!"

"I understand! I understand, my faithful warrior! Attila nodded repeatedly, and the officer's words strengthened his resolve to stop the fight.

"Order the soldiers to get down!" Attila said as she took off the helmet she wore on top of her head, this must be a unique, unparalleled crown helmet, a holy relic that ordinary barbarian kings would not dare to imagine, and a treasure that Augustus of Rome never had, and inside the crown was the embodiment of great power. This crown is the testimony of the king of the barbarians, this crown is the power to command the barbarian army, and this crown is the person of his Attila!

"What a beautiful thing!" Attila looked down at the crown, his eyes golden as if they were gods. "I regarded it as the most ordinary hat and on the top of my head, all the barbarians saw this crown and bowed their heads, the so-called true god and his people also panicked and fled when they saw it, as if they had met a demon, I thought I could wear it to fight in all directions, and finally defeat everything, but in the end, I still stopped, so unwilling, but helpless!"

With that, he raised his head and looked at the Roman army in the distance like a sharp sword, they were unstoppable. Attila believed that in that "iron sword" was the sharpest place for Flavis. Luga was in the middle of it.

"You are a respectable Roman, Flavies. Luga. Attila said to herself, "But I haven't failed yet, which means that we will definitely be able to meet again in the future, but not here." I look forward to the day when you will truly see the horror that I bring! ”