"Well done, Berialiu, but I have a question for you." Luga's voice began to soften, because the legion behind him gave him the greatest sense of security, but what he never expected was that it was Berialiu's kid who organized the army to attack this time. "How did you get here, and besides, you were able to incite an entire army to smash your own door, the future is limitless!"

"Who knows, I just brought supplies, how could I have thought that your army was sitting outside the camp, and there was a rallying horn inside, but the camp gate was closed and not allowed to enter, I knew there was a problem,"

In the face of Luga's praise, Berialius also stretched his frowning brows and laughed at Lugahaha.

"Alright, Alright, Berialiu." Seeing him laughing, Luga hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it and said, "That's enough, stop here, we have more difficult problems!" ”

"Luga, oh no, Lord Luga." Remitius's tone was extremely low, he was afraid, because now Luga had ten thousand men in his hands, and they had an absolute advantage in both quantity and quality. For a guy like Remitius, who is accustomed to falling on both sides, he naturally sees clearly that at this time Aetius has lost the advantage of intimidation, and he never thought that there would be such a fork, or that he would lose the chain at a critical moment. I shouldn't have it, I just shouldn't have sat so close, I think this little guy doesn't have such a good psychological quality, so he should be weak. "Alas!" Remitius let out a long sigh. Self-inflicted, this word is really apt to describe Remitius at this time.

Looking back at Aetius, his right hand had not been pressed on the hilt of the sword since that sword, and he breathed a sigh of relief in the face of the black army behind Luga.

"Why, isn't he afraid? Really, aren't you afraid I'll rush up and kill him? Luga looked at Aetius, who was still calm, and then at the group of soldiers around him, after all, it was a makeshift team, and they were hesitant in the face of Luga's army. If you insist on fighting for the so-called face, you will not be able to get a win-win situation.

"Wait a minute!"

Aetius stretched out his hand to stop, "I think I need to negotiate, it's all Romans, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us." ”

"Yes, yes, negotiate! Negotiation! "Finding this to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Remitius felt like he didn't have much blood left to shed. If Luga is picked up like a rabbit like this, he really can't bear this old bone!

"Negotiations?" Lu Jia sneered, this was nothing more than a final fight in a situation where they were at an absolute disadvantage, but it was also the only chance for the two of them to communicate.

Should he laugh at Aetius, the most powerful guy in the Western Roman Empire, as a coward and afraid of death, or should he feel unworthy for Remitius, the clown. All eyes were on Luga, waiting to see what decision would be made by the decision-makers of this battle situation.

"Cave Pass!"

"Oops, oops!"

There was a dull thud, followed by the old man's cries of pain, and Luga let go, and Remitius in his hand fell to the ground, groaning on the rough ground. The chief of the guard, who had just been beaten unconscious, had long since come to his senses, and he hurriedly retreated with two soldiers in his arms with the scarred old fellow, leaving only Aetius and Luga face to face.

"Luga, listen to me!"

"Let's go, let's go!" Aetius was about to speak, but Luga didn't want him to talk more, and Luga let out a long sigh and waved his hand at him.

This made the soldiers not quite understand, and this political enemy, who was about to kill his general, was forgiven by him. To forgive one's enemies is the greatest cruelty to oneself.

"Otherwise, Luga, think about it." Andrew stood behind Luga and persuaded him, he only now really felt that he had seen through Aetius, that Aetius's status as a hero in his heart had fallen, and that the figures on the altar were no more than mortals who talked and farted around him. And he's got a new title: Enemy!

Andrew and Luga are all too familiar with their enemies, especially those within the empire, who have fallen victim to politics more than once, and thank God they are blessed with great fortunes. He survived again and again, but he was swept into it again and again, as if this was a whirlpool, and he was a boat struggling on it, breaking the waves again and again, and being sucked into it again and again. Struggling but not freed, indulging in it too much will sink deeper and deeper until the bottom is shattered and destroyed.

"You have let go of the enemies of the Empire, for whatever reason, Aetius, you will pay the price of blood, no one will be spared, Sicily, Italy, Rome, there will be no escape, none of them will escape, I wish you a happy life and enjoy the rest of your time." Lu Jia didn't think so, his face was engraved with the vicissitudes of seeing through the world, and he felt that the whole person had aged by more than ten years at once. He did not feel guilty for the extreme of his words against Aetius, and he did not feel guilty for the extremes of his words, which was in effect from the moment Germytius forgave Gessarik.

"Perhaps, we will have time to make amends, Lord Luga." Aetius didn't dare to look Luga in the eye, which had never been done before, and he spoke a little slurred, "You see, maybe they haven't gone very far, and we still have a chance to make amends, although they have already started to set off last night." ”

"Ha, I want to thank you so much, Lord Aetius." Luga listened to Aetius's last words, and he could clearly know the extent to which he and Remitius had colluded with the Vandals, which was irreparable, they had taken a short route, and it would not take long to board the ship, and Luga looked up at the sun that was past noon. I couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking about it, I knew that Aetius just wanted to make himself feel better, a kind of shirking responsibility, and it was okay not to mention it.

"I don't think we can catch up with them, so let them go, there's no point." Luga's nose was sore, and the tears came again, and he quickly raised his head to the sky, trying to keep the tears in the red and swollen eye sockets and never let them out.

He felt like an actor, he wanted to cry a second ago, but the next second he became casual.

"Okay, okay, okay!" He raised his hand and smiled, as if it didn't matter. "Home, let's go home! Not coming, never coming! Although his expression looked calm, his trembling voice still couldn't hide his heart.

"Your Excellency Luga." Aetius hesitated for a long time, but finally said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." "I'm afraid that Aetius has never bowed his head to others and took the initiative to apologize, but this time, he really did it, but whether he could be forgiven or not, even Aetius himself felt that it was slim.

"No, it doesn't matter." Luga smiled at him, "It's your fate!" ”

After saying that, he turned his head sharply, his back to Aetius, his tears were like a flood that broke the embankment, his heart was like ashes, what should he do? Luga's choice becomes difficult, leaving him at a loss.