"It's over, I can't run away."

Andrew said uneasily beside him, and it made me curious in the same uneasiness, I really want to know what kind of situation the cannon fodder Andrew is talking about, is it like the later Soviet Red Army, which braved the rain of bullets and bullets to charge blindly?

"Medeus, you're too slow!"

A grumbling grumble came from the front, and I wondered who could complain in front of such a hot-tempered old Overseer. Just as he was about to see a good show, he saw the old Overseer greet him with a smile and said, "I'm really sorry, Your Excellency, something happened last night, so I delayed it." ”

"Oh, the two hundred or so Burgundian stinky beggars?"

I stood on tiptoe and looked around, and I saw exactly what the man in front of the old Overseer was, dressed in a brass muscular cuirass with various carvings on it, and a very three-dimensional look, a red cloak. He was an elderly middle-aged man, but he was still much younger than the old Overseer's name Medeus, and the carved brass cuirass already showed his unusual status, and at least he was a legionnaire.

"Hey, Andrew," I whispered to him, "you've been in the army for so long, do you know what the man at the door is?" ”

"You and I are in the same army, don't you know?" Andrew even asked me about it.

"Oops, I forgot," well, to be honest I really don't know what the original owner of my body did, "Don't you know, it's normal for people to be beaten in the head on the battlefield, and now they can't remember it." ”

Andrew looked at me helplessly and said, "Your soldiers in the first array are loyal followers of Aetius, and I think you will not forget your glorious Sun Marshal Aetius even if you forget Tenaia." ”

"The glorious sun?"

This title scared me out of my tongue, but now I know that this guy is what later generations called Aetius, the "last Roman". No wonder the old Overseer Medeus was as proud as a rooster before us, and like a wagging dog in front of Aetius.

Continuing to listen to their conversation, he saw that while Aetius had finished talking about the two hundred stinky beggars, the old Overseer Medius's face turned white. I only heard him say in a slur manner: "Yuan, it turns out, it turns out that you all know." ”

"Ha, I've sent scouts to follow you from the moment you left Akway-Sextia, and I know everything you do."

Aetius was very proud, but as he spoke, he immediately lowered his face and looked at Medeus solemnly, saying, "I also know that in the early hours of this morning, you let the two hundred Burgundian beggars almost rout. ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Aetius."

This poked at the sore spot, and Medeus was also a little uneasy, he lowered his head, did not dare to look at Aetius at all, and said tremblingly: "Your Excellency, in fact, there are more than three hundred Burgundians. ”

"Oh, my dear Medelius, you have more than a thousand men in your hands." Aetius looked at the old Overseer with a smile, and pointed at us in front of him, and said, "But now? You brought half of the people with me, and I won't investigate whether the dead ones are because of your wrong command, I'm more interested in where the money bags on the dead go! When has it been, why are you still so greedy, thanks to the fact that you are not a nobleman, but you have now scraped together almost all the money to buy the title! ”

This scolded the old Overseer's face for a while, and the original spirit has disappeared without a trace now, and a person of such an age has let a boss much younger than himself scold the dog's bloody head. This doesn't work, after all, it's the boss, and it's not easy to lose his temper, for this official position, he nodded and apologized again and again.

"Forget it, I think the apology will be forgiven, and I will no longer pursue your embezzled dead man's money!"

It seems that Aetius has lost his temper, and now he is in a much better mood, and with a wave of his hand, the old overseer Medeus secretly breathed a sigh of relief, maybe at this time he was thinking that Aetius had spared himself. But judging from the solemn countenance, the matter was not as simple as thought, because Aetius had not finished speaking.

"Then you're here, just in time to fill the void in my main offensive position today."

"Your Excellency, do you mean that I should arrange all the remaining five phalanxes to the first line of siege queues?" Looks like it's time to get down to business.

"That's right."

Aetius nodded.

"Damn it!"

Andrew clenched his palms in anger and glared at the old Overseer Medeus through gritted teeth.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Andrew whispered to me, "Don't you see that this is a relationship between officials and officials? That Medeus just has nothing to do with him as long as he puts us on the battlefield, so next. ”

"Now we can waste the enemy's bows and arrows, right?" I said.

"Yes, you're right, Luga." Andrew squeezed out a forced smile, but I knew he wasn't happy at the moment. But we can only stand here, like chess pieces that are completely unable to take care of themselves, and in front of us are the people with chess pieces, who we are at the mercy of, and even put our lives in the hands of Aetius, not knowing whether he chooses to keep or squander.

"It's getting late, my front-line troops are already waiting, Mr. Mideus."

Aetius said, patting his red cloak and turning to walk, when the old Overseer Medeus quickly turned back and waved at us, and the Overseer cavalry complied and rode our horses to follow in Aetius' footsteps. The chess pieces are the chess pieces, since they have chosen, they can't escape the hands of the chess holder, and they follow the progress without giving us any time to rest, passing through the barracks built like a fortress, and the tents inside are neatly arranged, but there are not many soldiers along the way, probably waiting for us on the battlefield.

"It's miserable, it's miserable."

Andrew said, not forgetting to look at the military flag in his hand affectionately, and said to me: "If we don't tell the truth now, then the chances of us surviving this time are almost slim." ”

Nine deaths, what kind of battle can be called nine deaths? Filled with doubts, the soldiers in front had opened the other gate of the barracks, and in front of them they listened to a richly decorated carriage. Aetius boarded the carriage escorted by the guards, glanced back at us, and luckily landed on the banner of Andrew's Legion of Gemina, which he was probably all too familiar with, for it was his legion, and had just been destroyed. It only took a few seconds to look at him, and he turned his head and sat down, and the carriage moved slowly, and I could already see the black smoke floating in the air in front of me.