At this moment, at a corner, the rider on the red chariot manipulated the reins to speed up the horse, and when the blue chariot turned a corner, he flexibly overtook the blue chariot in the interval due to a slight deceleration, which made all the spectators present who supported the red chariot cheer loudly, and the scene climaxed for a while.

But in this part of Aetius it was quietly eerie, and all eyes were not on the racetrack below, which was a waste of such a wonderful viewing position.

"It must have been used to being humble before, and it's not strange to see such a thing." Luga smiled bitterly, then picked up one of the grapes scattered on the ground, handled it slightly, and stuffed it into his mouth in full view.

The two carriages showed no weakness to each other, and at the very front of the smoke and dust saw only a blue and a red competing with each other, and they were running fast round and round on the small racecourse. Seeing that the last lap was approaching, the hearts of everyone present were tugging together.

After the red carriage gained an advantage in the corner, he constantly suppressed the blue carriage behind him, and the blue carriage was equal to it from time to time, and everyone knew that he was looking for an opportunity, because he wanted to use the wheels to break the red carriage with his wheels, or to say a cruel one, he used the long knife on the wheels to break the wheels of the red carriage so that it overturned and had to withdraw from the race.

The rider of the red car naturally saw the sinister intentions of the blue car clearly, and he continued to guard against the approach of the blue car while ensuring his advantage, and constantly maintained a dangerous but relatively safe distance from it.

The whole process was thrilling, the spectators were dumbfounded, watching the two carriages galloping round and round, like the momentum of overturning the river and the sea, the sound of "rumbling" was endless, like a drumbeat, knocking on everyone's heart unconsciously, the heart was pounding, almost breaking through the shackles of the flesh, and following the carriage to gallop.

"What a person who can swallow the bitter fruit." Aetius sat in his seat with a sneer, he could say that he admired Luga squatting on the ground and constantly picking up the fruits on the ground, he didn't understand why Luga was, he just felt ridiculous, why, even if Luga didn't speak, he might not have done anything. He can kill Lujia at any time, but now he suddenly changed his attention, maybe he saw his own shadow from Lujia's body, thinking that at the beginning, he was under the Huns' tent, a hostage, how could he have any human rights, but now he is himself, looking at the fruit on the ground, he may not know what to do.

"Yes, that's an answer." He looked down and muttered to himself, his fingers tapping his scepter, and his eyes did not take a moment off Luga, who was crouching on the ground, completely ignoring that he had come to see Marseille for recreation.

"Look at you, look at you, so funny, embarrassed, like a clown, powerless, yet trying to please the spectators in every possible way." Aetius said to Luga, and then he waved his hand at the guards around Luga, meaning that they were all onlookers, and said, "None of them smiled, enough, stop, you didn't make them feel happy, you are a failed clown, and don't tell me about your pathetic life." ”

The game continues, "Boom! Boom! He continued to attack the rider of the red chariot, trying to destroy his rook, but the rider of the red chariot still moved his horse steadily, as if he was shaking by the impact.

The throbbing spectators let out exclamations, and they trembled with the sound of impact, for fear that something would happen that they did not want to see, but the accident did not happen.

In the stands, Luga chose to ignore Aetius's words, still paying attention to the fruit in front of him, picking it up and stuffing it into his mouth.

"You damn Narbian boy!" Aetius was ignored, he was annoyed, and he was even more furious at the thought of seeing Luga take the scepter from Valentinian III's hand in full view, and he felt so many eyes on him at that time, and his eyes were full of mockery, teasing, and indifference. At that moment, he became the target of public criticism, and he spent a lot of money to set up the stage, and he turned out to be the biggest clown among them.

Against him, it was all against him, he had fought so long to prove himself to the crowd and gain their respect, but at this time they all chose to be silent, it was such a real attitude, he, Aetius, was irrelevant, like a clown.

That's enough! That's enough! Aetius reached out and grabbed the laurel wreath hanging from his head and ripped it off violently, as if the laurel wreath of glory was as unbearable as the thorns on Jesus' head.

"Eat! Eat! Like a pig, yes, yes! Take this rotten apple, yes, put it in front of your mouth, bite it, eat it, swallow it, this is your destiny, eat it, you should eat something like this, lowly slave. For some reason, Aetius, as if he had lost his mind, pointed at Luga and cursed, angry and laughing. Luga, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment in the face of Aetius's insults, and then casually picked up a broken apple, put it to his mouth and bit it.

Everyone was stunned, they only saw the hysteria of Aetius and the humiliation of Luga, but they could not see through the state of mind of the two people at this time, one impulsive, the other calm.

"Whew-"

The long horn sounded, which meant that it was going to be the final lap, and the rider of the blue chariot was too hungry for victory, so there was not much left for him, and he had to choose to take the risk or he would have to settle for second. No, failure was not his choice, at least that's what he thinks now.

I saw him twitching the reins desperately, shouting and asking the already tired war horse to speed up, yes, everything will determine this final blow!

The rider of the red chariot turned his head frequently, and he realized the intentions of the blue rider, so he kept shaking the chariot to try to get in front of him.

"First the last remaining fruit of the Seventh Gemina Legion, then the Centurion of the Fourteenth Twin Legion, and then the centurion." At this time, Aetius finally admitted that he had been Luga's boss, and that he was unusually familiar with Luga.

I saw him slumped in his seat, watching Luga eat all the time, probably tired, tired, and so he stopped making trouble, like a child. He looked at Luga and couldn't stop talking about what he knew about Luga's life.

"I used to think that you were an excellent junior officer, but I misjudged you, you far exceeded my expectations, I have to say that you are really a miracle." Aetius shook his head with a wry smile as he spoke, as if regretting it.