As long as the winter nights are so long, there will be a day when they will pass.

As the believers and Liang himself said, thanks to God's blessing, the cold winter is followed by the spring blossoms, and the land is full of life.

Even Luga began to believe that this time it would prove that the days of ice and snow were a thing of the past.

According to Liang's God's instructions, this was no more than that, but the most important thing was that Tarraco's food was no longer enough to support his army to continue the attack.

In this case, Luga had to go to the Pope again to see what else he could do with the guy who could be on an equal footing with Augustus.

The snow had just melted, and the ground was still very cold, when a carriage came from the water-stained streets, accompanied by cavalrymen in heavy cotton armor.

Not only the soldiers, but even the war horses were draped in heavy cotton cloth as a way to keep warm. When the snow first melts, the damp and cold air is like a sharp knife piercing the bones, which not only cuts people's skin uncomfortably, but also makes people feel that wearing so many clothes to keep warm is still useless.

When they arrived at the door of the Doge's Palace, many beggars would rather stay here than to be cold, because the clergy often gave alms.

When they saw the carriage escorted by the cavalry coming to this place, they hurriedly got out of the way, and one by two showed timid eyes, as if at that moment, the whole class of the people was already doomed.

From the carriage, a slave ran over and knelt under the carriage, and Luga stepped on his back and got off the ground.

Not far away, there was a complex gaze of fear and envy, which really made Luga feel dissatisfied, and he hated the guy who cast such a gaze.

These unbearable creatures, able-bodied creatures, begging for food, desperate for help from others but refusing to do their part. These guys are very much like himself back then, so he hates the unbearable self back then.

Ignoring their presence, for it was really disturbing to see it, Luga strode towards the gate of the Doge's Palace, and the priests along the road saluted when they saw Luga's arrival, and the priests were not tall enough to override the worldly power.

Because of his position, Luga was able to walk unhindered and into the council hall, which had been converted into a chapel, full of neatly arranged stools, and scattered nobles sitting with their heads bowed in prayer.

On it, Pope Liang knelt alone with a cross on a cushion made of duck down, which was so ornate that the four corners were trimmed with gold. He just knelt with his back to Luga, bowed his head, not knowing what he was doing.

The good priest trotted all the way to Liang's side and whispered a few words in his ear, at which point Liang slowly turned around and saw Luga.

"What's the matter, Lord Luga." Liang smiled slightly, "You're not a guy who comes often, you must be nothing to those nobles for piety, unless you have something important to discuss, are you really not afraid of annoying God?" ”

"Looks like it's really unpleasant to God, papa." With an apologetic smile, Luga said to Liang, "Now I need your help urgently, Papa, my soldiers are desperately consuming food because of the cold, and now the supplies are far from keeping up. ”

"There's no food." Liang interrupted Luga's words, and he looked at Lujia with a smile on his face, "Then it means that Your Excellency's army can't fight for God at all, is that what it means?" ”

"Yes, Papa, the current food is not enough to supply all the troops, only ......" Luga said here, pausing deliberately, he gave Liang a chance to frown and doubt, so that he could start the next step of cheekiness.

"How?" Liang saw that Lu Jia seemed to have something unspeakable, and asked with a frown, "It seems that you are able to maintain a part of the army." ”

"Only three thousand." Luga then said: "Yes, Papa, it can only maintain an army of three thousand people, such a situation could not be worse, so..."

"So you came to me and begged me to get you enough food to sustain your army, otherwise you wouldn't be able to attack, would you?"

"I'm afraid that's the case, papa." Luga was also unkind.

This made Liang look back at Andres, who was sitting in the front row, this guy had been here a lot lately, and there was no one more religious.

Andrés naturally heard everything about this, and he could understand what Liang Kan meant, he shrugged his shoulders and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, there is not much grain in Tarraco City, maybe the nobles will hoard some, but you must know that last year's harvest was indeed unsatisfactory." ”

"It seems that Tarraco has not been much better in this God's test, Lord Luga." Liang shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly at Luga, "Do you want me to deign to beg these stingy nobles?" ”

From the expressions on the faces of the two of them, it was indeed clear that Luga did not seem to have access to food. He was equally helpless, shaking his head at the two of them and said, "Papa, it is impossible for soldiers to fight hungry and rely on their faith in God, then they will only see God faster." ”

In Bolognesa, Aetius's army was also trapped in the city in the bitter cold for four or five months, and during this time he wondered where Litollio had died.

In any case, he desperately needed the help of the Second Legion, otherwise he would not have been able to break through the Praetorian Legion's defenses. He had tried to advance to Rome many times, but with the Praetorian Guard guarding Yadreen, he could not storm it, especially when Luga had not yet made a move.

I waited like this for more than three months, and I saw that it was summer.

On this day, a messenger recklessly broke into the city and let the soldiers defending it catch him, and he looked nervous, claiming to be the messenger of Remitius, and had something very important to bring to Aetius.

When Aetius received the parchment, it was not difficult to see the excitement and joy in his expression.

"What happened? My lord? Thereus looked at Aetius with a puzzled expression, not knowing what was written on the parchment.

"Theodosius is dead! Ha ha! Aetius burst into laughter with excitement, "Ah, the great Majesty Augustus is dead, haha, poor fellows, haha! ”

With this, Aetius stood up and paced back and forth in front of his own deeds, his face full of fierceness, and said viciously, "Flavis. Luga, look at the death of your backer, so how can you fight me? ”

"So what do we do now?" Thereus also became a little excited by Aetius's hand dance.

"Then let's get ready to go!" Aetius looked relaxed, and the news dispelled the clouds on his face, as if his whole being was as sunny as spring. "The target is Rome, we'll go to Rome now, Luga probably didn't expect me to be so fearless until now!"