The Huns' rampage moved slowly, and the soldiers pushing the siege wagon hid under the juxtaposition of the siege engine's juxtaposition of wood, which effectively blocked the deadly arrows fired by the Roman archers at any moment.

"The only arrows we archers can use are five volleys." Andrew said to Luga from behind: "It's really hard for us to resist Attila's attack. ”

"I told you, Andrew." Luga once again emphasized: "The archers don't give us more advantages, let's save their advantages, maybe I can use them again later!" ”

The Roman archers could only watch as they drew closer, for the order kept them from resisting, as they were the few arrows left.

"The commander has an order, the archers retreat! Archers retreat! The Roman officer kept running among the soldiers, and he informed each soldier one by one.

"Did you just abandon the walls?"

"The walls are our only barrier! We can't just give up! ”

The archers felt that such a decision was so incredible, and their retreat meant that the commander rejected the decision to defend the walls, so what the commander was thinking became a common topic among the soldiers now, they were arguing, and the common thought was that Luga was crazy!

"Enough, follow the commander's decision, he must have a good way!"

The presence of the officers interrupted their conversation, leaving the archers present with no choice but to comply with Luga's decision, and they packed up their equipment and went down the city walls, where only a group of infantry with shields and spears awaited the enemy's attack.

"Boom!"

The rubble blocking the gate was slammed open by the reinforced siege cones, like an explosion of no small scale, and countless catapulted stones were knocked away by the sharp siege cones and fell on the already chaotic streets. The stones blocking the gates gradually crumbled, revealing a large group of grizzled savages.

They looked at the empty street opposite and were puzzled, because according to the normal offensive and defensive battles, the Romans should have tried every possible way to block their attack, but this time the Romans not only did not block, but they could not even see the figure.

"What's going on? Have the Romans run out? Confused, the barbarian walked into the streets of Thessaloniki with his weapon drawn.

Seeing the barbarians enter, the Roman soldiers guarding the walls looked like frightened birds and fled as far away from them as possible.

7 "Haha! Look at them, look at them, these timid Romans! ”

Looking at their distant backs, the barbarians standing in the streets pointed at them and laughed, believing that it was because of Attila's great force that terrified the Romans. They enjoyed the rout of civilized men, because in this way they were able to trample under their feet the rhetoric of the Romans themselves as noble civilized men.

"The Romans fled! We've won! ”

The barbarian soldiers raised their iron swords and shouted loudly, and one by one they passed them outward, so that the barbarians of the other tribes outside the city, and even the Huns, knew the news of the Roman rout.

"Attila, the Romans are no longer ready to fight!" The officer who gave the order ran up to report to Attila, but this gratifying news did not make Attila smile at all, on the contrary, his face even became solemn, and he remained suspicious of the Romans who could not afford to fight again.

"Impossible, impossible!" Attila looked a little anxious, he turned over and dismounted and paced back and forth beside the war horse, and said in his mouth: "During this time, the news from the expeditionary soldiers unanimously agreed that there was no turmoil among the Romans in this city and the soldiers and civilians fled, so why did you see that the Romans could not afford to fight anymore at this time?" ”

Attila's worries also made the noble officers around him feel a trace of doubt, after all, the Romans were smart, otherwise how could they have acquired such a vast land through hundreds of years of coaxing. Attila, who had been friends with the Romans for many years, naturally saw the tricks of the Romans!

"They must be trying to ambush me and trap my soldiers, it must be like this!" Attila said it in a categorical way, only to see him wave his big hand and shout at the army in front of him: "From now on, the whole army will not move, I will see what the Romans want to show us!" ”

"Strange to say, Luga!" Andrew said to Luga by his side: "It stands to reason that when they see the fleeing Romans, they should also be desperate to chase and kill, but Luga, look at them, they didn't even move in front of them. ”

"In that case, Attila must have seen that there must be something wrong with what we were doing!" Luga said, "They must have some idea of us, they are watching our next move." ”

Luga was silent for a long time, then reached out and slammed his fist on the palm of his other hand, and then he turned to Andrew and said, "Pick a brave soldier and bring a team of reliable soldiers, I need them!" ”

"What the hell should I do?" Andrew was puzzled and asked closely.

"You'll find out when the time comes!" Luga said, taking off his armor, and then handed it to Andrew, saying, "Give the most reliable soldiers, and then give them jobs!" ”

"Luga!" After Luga finished arranging, he found that Andrew was unmoved, only to see Andrew standing in place and staring blankly at the armor belonging to Luga in his hand, "This is not an easy job!" It's possible that there will be no return, am I right? Luga! ”

"Yes, Andrew, yes!" Luga nodded, then looked into the distance, "This is our last chance. Andrew, I don't allow any slip-ups! ”

Andrew hesitated for a moment, then nodded, but the years of war had left him less hesitant and firmly obedient to the sacred law of vocation.

"Look, look!" The barbarians, standing in a daze on the street, saw a group of people appear at the end of the street, unarmed and with a "officer" tied to them.

"What does that mean?" The barbarians looked at the strange procession, their eyes wide with curiosity as they drew closer.

"We are surrendered, this is our commander! We've had enough of this damn guy! The soldier leading the way spoke to the barbarians, and pointed to the "officer" who had been tied up with flowers.

These barbarians had never seen what the Roman commander looked like, but looking at this gorgeous armor, no one would believe that his original master would give this good armor to someone else!

"Oh, let me see this bastard!"

Out of the ranks of the barbarians came a man in chain mail, who at first glance knew was a small officer, swaggered up to him, pulled off the "officer's" helmet, and grabbed him by the hair.

The "officer" looked in great pain, but he still endured the pain, biting his lip and glaring at the barbarian junior officer in front of him.

"Phew!"

The barbarian junior officer spat hard in his face, then kicked him down, cursing from time to time: "Damn it, you damn thing!" ”

The Roman soldiers behind the "officer" endured such a humiliation, and they could only watch coldly at this time, watching as three or five barbarians pounced on the "officer" and punched and kicked him.

"We want to see Attila!" The Roman soldier at the head could not stand it anymore, he came up to stop the beaten "officer", and shouted at the violent barbarian: "We have captured our commander, and in the same way, we need to get Attila's promise, he should let us live!" ”