The Burgundians lost all initiative in an instant, and without even a shield, it was impossible to fight the speeding cavalry, and the tight human wall was crushed, and the Burgundians were defeated.

Such a victory came so suddenly that I did not expect it, followed by more than 2,000 people including the second and third arrays of the 14th Twin Legion, and then belatedly under the leadership of Anthony.

"Come on, Aurius. Luga, you don't have to be afraid now, we won! Also, Marshal Aetius is coming later, so quickly clean up the indecent crotch of your pants! ”

Levi got up and pulled out the iron sword he had just planted on the ground, and the clothes on the corpse on the ground wiped the blood on the blade. The four remaining cavalrymen followed him towards the completely demolished carriage.

I came back to my senses and quickly blocked my crotch with my hand, thinking that I must have been too sad and angry just now, and I didn't take into account my personal image, and the most important thing is that this disgraceful deed let this vicious Levi know, and he can't raise his head in front of him in the future!

"Hey!"

Now I suddenly woke up, and I regretted that I slapped my leg heavily, yes, my life was saved, but my old face was lost!

"Hey, Aurius. Luga! ”

In the midst of my embarrassment, I heard someone calling my name, and when I looked back, it was Anthony, the thief! I saw Anthony standing in the carriage and waving to us, not knowing what the dignified deputy commander was thinking, and greeted us two ten-captains. With a big grin on his face, he looked at me and Andrew, and said to the two of us: "Yo, yes, you are worthy of the person I recognize, and the performance of the two of you is really obvious to all!" ”

For all to see, I laughed in my heart, I don't know if this guy is complimenting us on being brave and resourceful or cunning, fighting is all about luck. I thought so in my heart, but we couldn't say that, and I looked at him with a smile on my face, and nodded yes again and again.

I thought this guy was just saying hello and leaving, but I didn't expect him to beckon his coachman to stop, get off the carriage and come to the two of us.

"It's hard, it's hard."

He spoke very politely, comforting both of us, and did not forget to hand over two pieces of white cloth for us to wipe the blood. I didn't bother to care about that bit of blood, after all, after the whole battle was to hide from the dogs, it was nothing more than soy sauce to the end, and Andrew was different from me, and the blood on his body stained him red. There are also two large holes in the arms, which are the marks of love left by the hapless wild dog. I don't think this guy will ever forget the glorious deeds of him biting a war mastiff to death until he dies!

Unlike the two of us, Anthony's gorgeous robe and armor were not stained with blood. After getting off the carriage, he immediately became a good leader who loves soldiers like a son, this support, that support, and clumsily bandages others, so painful that the soldier shouted the worst on the entire battlefield.

"He is worthy of being a patriarch who is loved by everyone, although he is young, but this official is really not small!"

Looking at this Anthony, although I despise him a little, but I still envy him more. It may be that his background has created good conditions for him, at least he has a high-ranking official, and he doesn't need to go to the battlefield in person.

"Oh, Luga, help me!"

Andrew crouched in a clearing, his bitten arm swollen like a large chicken leg. I hurried over to help him squeeze out the blood stasis in his arm, stopped a military doctor on the way, and put some herbs on his arm.

"Heh, these dog's teeth are really poisonous."

I'm starting to rejoice that it wasn't me who was bitten.

"But no, that damn Burgundian brute, whether a man or a woman, has not been bathed since birth. Savage and backward animals, I don't know how they survived, people are like that, so they still expect dogs to be clean? Ha! "Andrew was angry at the mention of it, he thought it was nothing, and I was a little worried about whether he would get sick.

"Andrew, have you ever heard of a terrible disease in dogs?"

"Disease?"

Andrew looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Yes," I nodded and continued, "a very deadly disease, called rabies, (since there is no such word, I would say it is a disease that can make dogs crazy)"

"Can make a dog crazy?" Andrew looked at me like a fool: "Oh, Luga, tie you up and starve for three days, and I swear to God's face that you will be much crazier than those queens!" ”

"Oh, I didn't mean that, Andrew!"

I didn't know how to explain this to him, because there were so many uncertainties that made this sulking Andrew a time bomb of uncertainties, and God knows when he would get sick, and I would have to guard against it when the time came, but don't bite me.

The corpses on the battlefield were all over the ground, and the blood gushing out of the slashed flesh had already merged into a small river to flood the road. Walking in it, you can hear a loud "click" sound when you step down, which is the sound of stepping on blood.

The smell of blood was in the air, and the wild wolves that had already attracted them from a few kilometers away, but there were too many soldiers on the battlefield, so they hovered on the edge of the battlefield, staring, and waiting patiently, they would not let go of such a hard-won gluttonous meal.

Nearly an hour had passed, and Marshal Aetius rode unhurriedly from the path from which he had come. At this time, the cavalry who came to raid had finished the battle, and now the heads of the Burgundians were hung in front of the horses one by one, as if to ask for merit, and more like a demonstration to the defeated Burgundians. The Burgundian captives were tied to ropes and stood in line on the side of the road, waiting for the arrival of the great man.

Aetius, the commander of the Gallic Army Group of the Western Roman Empire, rode past them on horseback, and walked in front of them proudly, and I wonder if the Burgundians were so angry that they wanted to bite their tongues and kill themselves. They did their best to carry out a sneak attack for this main goal, but the battle was not won, and they themselves became prisoners and let their targets observe.

The trumpeter blew the trumpet of the assembly, and the hastily assembled soldiers lined up on both sides of the road, not forgetting to lift the corpses piled up on the road, for fear of hindering the hooves of the marshal's mount.

Aetius wore a golden bronze muscular cuirass and a golden osmanthus wreath on his head, like a victor. Everywhere he went, his cavalry came one-on-one behind his captives and forced them to kneel like Aetius.

Aetius kept his head high throughout, not drawing attention to anything, but instead the soldiers on both sides of the road bowed their heads as he passed. It wasn't until he stopped in front of the ruined carriage that Aetius stopped in front of Levy.