"Come on! Come on! The soldiers clenched their weapons and shouted at the oncoming Hun cavalry to boost their morale.

"Boom..."

The sound of horses' hooves shook, the broken rubble on the streets was trembling, and the black armor and dark fur horses plus the rusty tips of the cavalry spears were still so terrifying that everyone present trembled.

Luga gritted his teeth, such a scene reminded him of Ludinand at that time, and the scene of the Hun cavalry slaughtering the Burgundians at hand was vividly remembered.

"Rack a gun! Rack guns! ”

Luga shouted loudly and ordered his soldiers to stand on guard, and they set their spears on the jagged and rudimentary "walls".

The Hun cavalry in front of them was getting closer and closer, and they roared like predatory wolves.

"Ready! Get ready! ”

The soldiers were nervously on standby with spears in both hands.

The armies of the two sides collided in front of this seemingly vulnerable "city wall", the Hun cavalry used cavalry spears, and the Roman infantry used spears, which were also dangerous long weapons, colliding together and stabbing each other, many Hun cavalry were overturned by men and horses, countless spears and cavalry spears were broken in the collision, and blood burst out and stained the roaring soldiers on both sides, they desperately killed each other as if they had lost their pain and left a frightening madness, and people and horses continued to cry and bleed to death.

"Woo-woo-"

The Roman trumpet sounded briefly, and at that moment numerous Romans appeared on the roofs of the houses on both sides of the street, and they lit the cloth strips in the fire jars, and then raised the burning jars and smashed them at the Hun cavalry that stopped below.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The jar fell to the ground and shattered with men and horses, and in an instant a raging fire ignited, and the sudden flames engulfed all the Hun cavalry present who had not had time to let out a scream, including of course many barbarians who were servant of the army.

The flames that ignited in an instant brought the troops behind them to a halt, and they stared wide-eyed at the hellish streets in front of them, countless figures struggling in the flames until they were consumed by the flames. The screams and wails were long overdue, and they could not do anything but be surprised and indifferent to such a scene.

Dozens of Huns and servant barbarian soldiers screamed and rushed out of the sea of fire with a body of burning flames, the fire had already melted his skin into a ball, and he could barely see his facial features. The whole person was like a charred ball of meat, rolling back and forth on the ground in full view of everyone, and finally died in front of everyone in an extremely distorted position.

"Vulcan! The god of fire has sent down heavenly punishment! ”

Fear spread in the hearts of the soldiers at the sight of the strange deaths in the field, and they could not accept that their companions had been tortured to death by this unquenchable fire, and their lack of knowledge could only tell him that there was nothing but the gods could achieve it.

"Run! Run! ”

The follow-up Hun cavalry shouted loudly and turned their horses' heads, and the other servant troops saw that the Huns had retreated, and naturally understood that even the Huns could not solve the problem, so what was the use of being tough themselves? simply followed the Huns' horses' buttocks and ran together, and the originally mighty and vigorous army formation dispersed in a hurry.

"The Huns have fled! The Huns fled! ”

The soldiers who were the first to see the situation shouted at Luga from the top of the house, one by two so excited that they couldn't even speak clearly, they just didn't expect to thwart the second attack of the Huns so quickly!

"Victory! Victory! The soldiers cheered and hugged each other with tears in their eyes.

Luga felt the heat in the midst of the cheering soldiers, and this painful feeling reminded him of the decisive battle on the Rhine. The heat of the flames scorched the fragile skin, making people feel the slightest discomfort of chapping, and it was conceivable that the barbarians in it were in even worse condition at this time, they could only be burned alive without any rescue.

"How did you think of this!" Luga quickly shook his head, it was true that the torture of the flames made him feel extremely shocked in his heart, and he even began to feel some sympathy for the barbarians who had died under his scheme, after all, their sins did not deserve such punishment!

"You brought it on yourself!" Lu Jia looked at the flames that were still burning in front of him and the screams that had already stopped, and spat viciously, which was more like comforting himself, after all, he was doing an extremely righteous thing. But somehow, he always felt a trace of sadness in his heart, after all, it was he who made them so miserable. It's like seeing a child crawling on the edge of a hungry cliff in the bottomless abyss, no matter how evil his heart is, his heart will still throb when he sees that young creature accidentally stumble and fall.

"Brush!"

Suddenly, Luga felt the crisp sound of the iron pieces on his shoulders colliding, and soon, his neck felt a sharp coldness, which made his whole heart tighten.

The soldiers beside him were also stunned, seeing their commander being held hostage in front of them, they suddenly turned around, but they saw faces that they were all too familiar with.

Luga was also curious about the sword's wielder, and he turned his head to see which bastard had the audacity to hold him hostage.

"Don't look back!"

Just as Luga wanted to turn back, an angry rebuke made his whole body tremble. Luga hurriedly turned back to follow the sword-wielding's thoughts, the voice was rapid and trembling with panic, and he had roughly guessed who this man was.

"Lord Areobindes, what are you doing here?" Luga said, slowly spreading her hands and telling Areobindes behind him that she had nothing in her hands, nothing.

"You're playing with fire, Lord Luga!" Areobindes tapped his chin at the slowly extinguishing flames in front of him, revealing a large number of black bones and black charred corpses, all of which remained in a deceptive and twisted state, looking extremely hideous. "You have challenged Attila again and again, and we will eventually have a moment when we can't hold on, and of course, when we fail, Attila will kill us all mercilessly!"

"So you're scared, am I right? Lord Areobinders! Strangely enough, there was no fear in Luga's face in the face of the iron sword that was around his neck and threatened to take his life at any moment, and he was so calm that he didn't care about the slightest ripple of the dragonfly.

"I'm saving the soldiers and civilians of Thessaloniki!" Areobindes shouted uncontrollably: "You know, Luga, you are fighting against death, you are making mistakes, you have committed unforgivable mistakes and you are not aware of it, I must stand up in the situation and make the right choice for you, for all the soldiers and civilians of Thessaloniki!" ”

"Why do you think Attila would trust you?" Luga smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Baseleus ordered you to come here to resist Attila at all costs, and you chose to compromise with Attila?" What a shame! ”

"Enough! I can't let you guide me! "I'll negotiate with Attila, and I'll succeed, and you, oh, poor Baseleus's adopted son, are completely different from your father, but one thing is the same, you have no good intentions, you don't care about the lives of others, you are so selfish that you only use other people's names to accomplish your immortal deeds!" You are the devil, the bastard you should fear and watch out for! ”