"Attila has sacked Reims, and no city in his way can sustain him for even a week."

In the council hall of Aetius, everyone looked at the map on the ground in silence, and Aetius skillfully used his wooden stick to push the knight statue on the ground, which symbolized the allied forces of Attila and the Huns, to Lance.

"The next one is Dulo Col Torham, and if we lose Dulo Col Torham, then we will completely lose Belgian Gaul." Theseus said to Luga behind Aetius, his tone was also a little anxious, after all, in the face of great difficulties, there is no way to solve this difficulty, and watching the barbarians wantonly return to the territory of Rome is afraid that it will be replaced by Gaius in the past. Caesar will be furious and thunderous.

Luga sat in his position, his face not only solemn, but more uneasy, watching Attila's army advance again and again across the land of Gaul, and the garrison along the way had no other way to retreat except to be slaughtered, as if it were fate, making the city that had not yet received the invasion precarious.

Fear, Attila once again succeeded in spreading his fears, formerly in Greece, now in Gaul.

"The subjects of Dulotor Torkoram have become lambs to the slaughter, and when Reims is captured, the only way out for Belgium is gone." Aetius spoke, drawing the province of Séquanoren the Great with a stick. "Here, I have withstood many attacks by Attila's servant army, and I'm afraid the last thing I can withstand is the next attack."

"How many people is there in his Attila?"

After sitting in his seat in silence for a long time, Luga finally spoke, his expression was serious, although he seemed to be unusually calm, but it could be seen from the constant grinding of the soldier's scepter in his right hand that his mood was no heavier than anyone else's, and even more torture, watching Attila trample his heart and blood with impunity.

"We can't say for sure how many of them there were, Caesar." "They were thousands, if not more, they were everywhere, even more than we had estimated at the time. ”

"How many do you estimate?"

"Hmm—" Thereus was silent, and he looked back at Aetius as if asking for his consent.

"Say, Thyris, there's nothing to hide." Aetius said as he nodded.

"More than 150,000, or more." Thereus turned his head and hesitated for a moment, but still said a more conservative number, after all, even such a number was too much for Aetius and Luga to bear.

"A conservative estimate is a threefold difference, hehe," said Luga, and couldn't help laughing, he shook his head gently, sighed, and then stood up sharply, as if the chair covered with thick fur at the moment made him feel like he was on pins and needles.

Luga walked slowly to the door, his hands behind his back, clutching the soldier's scepter, and looking up at the clear blue sky.

150,000, I'm afraid the number is not so small, he knows this very well, but he can't understand that at this time, Aetius is actually more calm than him.

Everyone present was silent, looking at Luga's back, looking at the scepter that was tightly held behind him, knowing that Luga, who had always had a way, was completely out of idea at this time.

"There are more than a hundred tribes of Attila's servants, and any combination of them is a force that we cannot stop." Aetius spoke calmly, and he said to Luga with a stick, "Caesar, I think it is time for us to abandon the Great Sequanolen, and then concentrate our forces and set up a defensive line in Ludug Gaul to hold back the enemy. ”

"Blocking? Did you mean Attila, who came to hold back 150,000 or more troops? Luga looked back at Aetius, his eyes full of doubts, "Your Excellency, I am afraid you should understand the lessons of the previous years." ”

"Negotiate!" Aetius stood in front of him with his stick in his hands and replied calmly: "In the face of such power, we can only negotiate, on the contrary, we form a line of defense to buy time to negotiate with Attila." ”

"Attila is not a barbarian who will be satisfied casually. He didn't want one or two cities or even provinces, he wanted the whole of the western Roman world. ”

"But he's hard to match, and no one can stop him." Aetius shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I just negotiated with Theodoric, the king of Visgoth, and they rejected our request for alliance, and because of the initial hostility, many barbarian tribes, well, chose to wait and see and did not intend to be on our side. ”

"Are you secretly questioning Caesar?" Andrew was angry when he heard Aetius's words, but was stopped by Luga.

"Your Excellency Andrew, I have no offense intended, and then again, how dare I question Caesar." Although Aetius was polite and maintained the so-called aristocratic demeanor throughout, his eyes were fixed on Andrew, as if to warn him to follow the rules here.

"That's enough, stop!" Luga intervened, "Gentlemen, the time for quarrel is still looming on our enemies, and we are running out of time. ”

"Then Caesar, do you have any better idea?" Aetius asked directly: "There is nothing more desperate and helpless than this time, since Caesar is not satisfied with my ideas, then what does Caesar think, I will naturally obey as a subordinate!" ”

Such a question made Lu Jia fall silent for a moment, whether it was war or peace, why he couldn't get the answer he wanted, no, history is not described in this way.

Luga thought so and looked up at Aetius, did Aetius really not have the idea of resisting? This is not like his approach, at least he is at ease among the barbarians, and it is impossible for him not to be supported by the barbarians.

"Maybe it's really my fault." It was only then that Luga thought of his desperate attack, and there were not only two opposing sides on the battlefield, but also many pairs of invisible eyes watching his every move.

"The immortal achievements of my original attack have become the biggest fetters that bind me." Lu Jia had to sigh at this time, and he had to sigh that he was weak and weak, and he had lost the trust of the barbarians when the successive victories had reaped enough benefits in the Purple Room, did he really have to face it alone?

Luga naturally did not compromise on this, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, raised his head and looked at Aetius and the officers present, and said, "Have you not thought of replacing defense with offense? ”

As soon as Luga's words fell, dozens of people could almost be heard breathing deeply, and everyone raised their heads and looked at Luga with extremely surprised eyes, as if asking silently, "Caesar, are you crazy?" ”

"Well, good idea, Caesar." Aetius shrugged his shoulders and nodded again, "It is said that the spear of the imperial family is known for being good at attacking, so Caesar, what are you going to do with this war..."