"Fuck!"

Andrew could no longer calm down, the city was full of fire, so that the remaining Burgundians had to leave their houses to fight in the wide streets, at the intersections, they wanted to use this not very wide area to fight the Roman infantry to the death, anyway, the Romans had already suffered heavy casualties when they attacked the city, and their morale was shaken. But what they didn't expect was that the Romans paid such a terrible price to pave the way for the appearance of an even more crazy character, that is, the Huns.

The wall of shields formed by the Burgundians was torn apart, and I saw a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a spear and a shield, bewildered by the black torrent of the Hun cavalry, and his comrades in the same phalanx I think were dead and wounded. He looked terrified, and kept backing until he was blocked by the burning houses behind him.

Such an obvious target would naturally be discovered by the Huns like vicious wolves, and soon, out of the torrent, a tall horse, with a long riding spear in his right hand and a reins in his left, and his legs clamped between the belly of the horse, slowly walked towards the young man with a cruel smile.

The boy was so frightened that he held the shield and spear in his hand and trembled incessantly, trying to retreat, but with the sea of fire behind him, he had no way out. The Hun stepped forward, grabbed the spear in his left hand, and the Burgundian boy knew that he could no longer escape, and he strode forward to meet the Hun with his spear raised. The Hun kicked the horse's belly and lunged at the Burgundian boy, who raised his spear and rushed towards the Hun with a shout. It was undoubtedly self-defeating, but he decided to do it anyway. This may be the last bit of warrior dignity before death.

Almost in a matter of seconds, the two sides had already decided the winner, the Huns were worthy of being a people on horseback, and excellent cavalrymen, and the young Burgundian could not be his opponent at all. There are no new hatreds and old hatreds in this round, there are just life and death.

"Whew!"

The Hun cavalry held their spears in both hands, and the tip of the spear stabbed through the gap of the oval shield in front of the Burgundian boy, and pierced through the boy's chest, and the boy screamed that there was no possibility of a counterattack, and was violently lifted into the air by the Hunn, and the Hun cavalry had no mercy, and with a wicked smile, threw the young man who was lifted into the air with the lance into the burning house, and let the flames swallow the poor Burgundian boy.

The Hun horseman looked back at the two of us, and it was evident that he recognized what we were dressed and the flag that belonged to the Romans, otherwise we would have been killed. He was silent, drew his scimitar from his waist, and rode his horse back into the torrent of siege.

"Who are they?"

Looking at the back of the cavalry in the distance, Andrew asked me with trepidation.

"Huns." I replied, "They were invited by Aetius." ”

"Oh my God, this is fucking vicious."

Andrew finally calmed down, and I think he was deeply shocked by what he saw.

Not only this place, but also all the obstacles set up by the Burgundians on all the roads of the Doge's Palace in the center of the city were smashed by the Huns' cavalry, and the surviving Burgundians surrendered in front of the Doge's Palace. But the Huns did not stop there, slaughter and plunder were their forte, and here Ludinand had just been regained by the Romans before he was plunged into another bottomless darkness.

A people ten times more brutal than the Burgundians settled into the city, and the liberated Romans did not have time to sing praises, because the Huns would have made them feel that it was better to return to the days of the Burgundians occupation. Plunder, regardless of whether the Romans or the barbarians, the Huns did not care, they only had those gold, silver and jewels, and beautiful women. All of them were the targets of these people, and there were special carriages for the Huns outside the city, and even Aetius sent Roman soldiers to help them transport these jewels and women, until nightfall, the Huns withdrew their troops, looking at their backs, but our large group of soldiers could only stand still and did not know what to say.

"It's over!"

Old Overseer Medeus let out a long sigh and looked back at us with a wry smile. Andrew and I are now at the front of the line, and Andrew is still clinging to the legion flag as before, because it was almost snatched by the greedy Huns.

"How many more do we have?"

The old Overseer turned to ask the last remaining cavalryman with him.

"Sir, we have less than a hundred of us left, excluding the seriously injured." The cavalry replied in a whisper.

"Ha, less than a hundred, and a thousand heads three days ago!"

The old Overseer sniffed and looked back at the few of us who were left, "Sir! They have robbed us of all the valuable things on us, and you have to judge us! ”

Such a hoarse voice, if not as I expected, it is a phlegm throat! Oh, this damn guy, he was the one who shouted to run away during the siege, and he was the one who complained.

"How many lives does this kid have?"

I whispered this, but Andrew, who was beside me, turned a deaf ear and ignored me. I just looked down and pondered, not knowing what I was thinking.

We had been standing here for about half an hour, when we saw a scout on horseback not far away, who led us to a place in the city that was technically burned to the ruins. There was some wood and cloth for us to pitch our tents, and half a cart of bread and water, but they didn't care if we had enough or not, and when we got the place, the scout turned and left, and told us to stand by.

After a whole day of fighting, those who survived can no longer say anything about the best, only that God can give enough mercy to ensure that everyone survives proudly. Everyone's pupils shrank to a single point, and everyone sat down in a circle, and the old Overseer had found a fire out of nowhere and lit a bonfire out of the wood used to build the tent. Everyone sat facing the campfire, and the bread in the cart was indeed untouched, and no one had the appetite to eat, except for a sip of water, everyone sat down together, and looked around, and the stranger had only been together for three days, and did not say a word. Me too, I forgot what it was, I just felt like my mind was in chaos, and the whole day was so muddy that I couldn't remember what I did. Andrew, a battle-hardened veteran, was as silent as he had probably just broken free from the frenzy of the day, and now his body was suffering from the weakness of the withdrawal, and he sat on the ground with his legs outstretched, holding the banner of the Gémina, and carefully wiping the blood stains from the golden spear tip, as if the blood of the barbarians was an insult to the banner.

Exhaustion quickly spread to everyone, and in the same way, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the scenery in front of me became more and more blurred, and I fell to the ground, and soon I didn't know anything.