Two days before the Battle of Chalon...

The road is bound to be tortuous, but Orleans is getting closer and closer. Everyone knew that Attila's army was there in Orleans, but no one knew what kind of battle awaited them.

"Attila has a lot of men, but there are many of us."

"The Huns, the monsters of the centaurs, they are said to have been born on horseback, and over time they have become one with the war horse."

"They're horrible!"

Luga, who was sitting in the carriage, was silent all the way, leaning his head against the wooden wall of the carriage, swaying as the bumpy road beneath his feet.

"Augustus was in a daze, it was the first time in the world." Arecio smiled and continued, "So, am I lucky enough to see such a feat, or is it not a good sign?" ”

"Oh, don't be so humble and tempting, and flattery when you see the opportunity." Luga waved his hand at Arecio casually, and continued, "You and I are old acquaintances, so don't be so pretty, be honest, my friend, you know, I don't like to listen to flattery." ”

"Forgive my offense, Caesar." Arecio waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile on his face: "I just want to change the atmosphere that is so stiff right now, or that we should be more optimistic in this situation, shouldn't we?" ”

"Hmph—" Arecio's awkward explanation caused Luga to let out a dull laugh, which was more of a frustration than a pleasure.

Soon, the smiling expression of the skin disappeared from Luga's face again, and Luga sat there frowning, without any joy at all.

At this time, Arecio understood that he had said something that he should not say, and his original intention was good, but he ignored the situation now, and it was impossible for anyone to be in a cheerful mood.

"This is a very serious question, Caesar, you have been thinking about it for too long."

"Yes, I've thought about it for a day and a night, it's been too long." Luga smiled wryly and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes full of confusion.

Augustus, an empire, did not have a bright light in his eyes at all, and was full of confused melancholy.

"Perhaps, Caesar, we need not to be so bad." Arecio smiled awkwardly, looking at Luga's melancholy face in front of him.

"As a treasurer, you know best." Luga looked up at Arecio.

"Caesar, in fact, we can still mobilize the elders who support us again, and maybe they will be generous to this end."

"No, no!" Luga shook his head slightly, "Your Excellency should also know how much confidence a patriarch has to speak without money, we can't turn it into a difficult situation Besides, I don't belong to Augustus in the Western Division, these actions seem more like wishful thinking." ”

"But Caesar, you are sparing no effort to defend Rome."

"But more people value the empty treasury because of the war and the precarious wealth in their own hands." Luga interrupted Arecio's persuasion, "They would rather grovel to the savages whom they despise and despise than allow themselves to drink too much water from their first glass of wine every morning when they wake up." ”

"Caesar, Caesar!"

Just when Luga was filled with indignation, there was a hurried call outside, he poked his head out, and saw a cavalry guard outside the window, his expression was in a hurry, and when he saw Luga, he hurriedly said: "There is some situation ahead, Caesar needs you to take a look." ”

"Is there anything strange going on in there?" Luga asked, but received no answer, which made him even more curious, and he got out of the carriage and walked in the direction of the soldier under the escort of dozens of guards.

Andrew, Marenius, and the rest of the officers were waiting there, their backs to Luga, as if something more attractive was holding their eye.

"Caesar has arrived."

It took a reminder from the soldiers who had opened the way in front of them to turn around, and when they saw Luga walking by, they hurriedly stepped back to make way for a way.

"Something happened so that none of you were going to keep going." Lu Jia was curious and puzzled, and when he raised his head, he was even stunned in place.

There was a forest in front of me, and the branches of the trees in the woods were covered with corpses, all of them women's corpses, naked women.

They were hung from branches, ropes hung in strange shapes, and some limbs split from their bodies and hung in different positions on the branches.

According to common sense, a woman's carcass is always something that men crave very much, but seeing so many naked bodies, none of the people present showed a greedy look on their faces.

There are even many people who can't help but vomit on their knees when they see such a scene, and it is hard to imagine that the entire forest is full of women's corpses.

None of them got a good death, even if they hung on the branches of the tree to reveal their hideous faces to hide their usual beauty and moving, their flesh was cut by sharp knives in terrifying patterns, the blood was coagulated, and even many corpses began to decompose.

It is true that war brings women, and as a war, the victorious side always has the right to impose any harsh conditions on the losing side, including wealth as well as women.

Women are as spoils of war as the golden grain, and they need no mercy to use. It was precisely because there was no mercy that the Romans present saw such a tragic situation before their eyes.

The army was going to pass through such a terrible zone, as if the barbarians were deliberately trying to show the Romans who came to resist how powerful they were, or at least how powerful they were at women who could not resist.

"What a bunch of bitches!" Looking at this hellish scene, Luga was only frightened for a moment, and then regained his composure.

"These damn barbarians!" Andrew clenched his fists tightly and said hatefully.

"Let's go, we still have to hurry."

In contrast to the anger of the others, Luga looked at the tragic situation in front of him and did not induce the slightest anger in him.

The soldiers watched with astonishment, their eyes wide as they watched as Luga slowly turned around and strode towards their carriage, how could such a killing that seemed to them to be infuriating enough not to make a normal person indignant, but Luga, as Augustus, was exceptionally calm.

"The barbarians tortured and killed the women of Rome."

In the car, Arecio asked Luga, whose expression showed that he was also quite angry at what the barbarians had done.

"Yes, as you see." Luga sat down as she spoke, her expression flat as if nothing had happened.

"Aren't you going to say something morale-boosting Caesar to cheer up your soldiers, and then cheer them up to avenge the Roman shame?"

"Arecio." Luga looked a little tired, he looked up at Arecio with a serious look and continued, "So now, our enemy is in Orleans, and what are we doing now?" ”

"On the way to Orleans." When Arecio said this, it suddenly seemed as if he had suddenly come to his senses, and he was silent.

"I'm right, Arecio, my friend." Luga raised her hands and continued, "Aren't we on our way to revenge?" ”