Early the next morning, Andrew came to Luga early and told him that Augustus was about to depart.

Luga hastily replied, got up, and with Andrew's help, put on the armor that Andrew had brought him yesterday. Walking out of the camp for the wounded, the familiar wails reached Luga's ears.

"Why, didn't Augustus say how they were placed? After all, they are also excellent soldiers who have made indelible contributions to the empire. Seeing them struggling in pain, Luga couldn't bear it, not to mention that Andrew came empty-handed, that is, Augustus, probably didn't care about them.

"I'm sorry, Luga!" Andrew shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "Augustus's schedule doesn't mention how to deal with these wounded soldiers. ”

Such words came out of Andrew's mouth and indeed shocked Luga, because in Luga's heart, he had always been an upright person, how could he be indifferent in front of so many lives, not even if he didn't even make a complaining move.

"Is it just that they are left to fend for themselves here?" Luga didn't rush to get angry at Andrew, because he understood that impulsiveness wouldn't solve anything at all. He asked Andrew, hoping that Andrew would find out in his conscience at this moment.

"I'm sorry, Luga." Andrew was still so indifferent, he shrugged his shoulders at Luga, and said to him, "Augustus can't take them with him, because it's cruel to go on a long journey that would kill them......"

"Isn't it cruel to let them die here in plain sight?" Luga's voice increased by an octave, but in the end he still suppressed the anger in his heart, death, the cumulative death of inaction, had already made Luga fed up. This thousands of people, he Augustus, because those nobles didn't come to visit, right? Suppressing the doctor who can save people's lives, supporting the priest who can't do anything like an idiot, I don't know if Augustus will blame himself if he smells the scorching smell of the dead in the wounded barracks. A series of dissatisfactions, a series of questions are too many, but Luga does not dare to say it, saying it will only cause trouble for himself.

The groans of the wounded soldiers reached Luga's ears again, and he stood there in silence for a long time, and after a long struggle, he finally took a deep breath, as if he had mustered up courage, and turned and walked into the camp full of struggling wounded soldiers. The moment he entered, an oncoming stench hit Luga's face like a wave, but Lujia didn't even blink his eyes, because he had been smelling it for a whole week, and he had long been used to it.

When he entered the camp, the first thing he saw was that he was dressed a little gorgeously and neatly, with a high hat from the church, and his face was covered with a thick cloth. He sat in front of the crowd, in a rudimentary wooden chair, holding the thick black book, spread out, full of handwritten words, which, as expected, were the Bible.

"Wait, don't read yet!"

Just when the priest was about to open his mouth, Luga stepped forward in time to stop him, looking at the surprised gaze cast by the priest, whether he stood up and scolded Lujia, the reason is probably that he is not an ordinary person when he sees Lujia's life. So instead of refusing, Luga did not hesitate, but decided to do one last thing for these wounded soldiers who were still alive before leaving. He looked around at all the wounded in the tent, and most of them looked at Luga with strange eyes, even a little fear, and even a little pleading.

"Come, get up and move a few of them."

Luga instructed them, because most of the people who could support them until now were still saved, so Luga naturally wanted to save their lives as much as possible. I saw Luga come to the side of the tent, touch the white coarse cloth, "brush" and pull out his sword and slash through the white cloth in front of him.

"Luga, what are you doing here?"

Of all the people present, only Andrew had the courage to stand up and question Luga.

"Save their lives!" Luga did not look back, but continued to row until all the barricads around the tent were cut off, leaving only the pillars that supported it, and then Luga instructed some of the soldiers who came forward to put away the rags, and asked the priest to take all the wounded to listen to the Bible in the sun, saying that it would be possible for God to see them clearly and witness their piety.

Of course they believed it, and they all walked out of the tent with each other in their arms, and although there was still a strong stench in the air, it would soon dissipate, and then they turned back to find that the man who had just commanded them was long gone.

Luga and Andrew came to the streets of the city, and the roads were already lined with onlookers who were sending Augustus out of the city.

"Look, that's the hero who saved Augustus that day!"

"yes, it's really him!"

"Oh my God, this dress fits so well, it's so handsome!"

"Oh my God, you know what? I heard that this man was covered in fire and saved Augustus alive from hundreds of enemies, and beat them to the ground. ”

"Oh my God, marry such a hero if you want to marry!"

Soon, Luga became the center of attention in the middle of the road, and the girls who looked at him screaming, showing no pity for the petals in their hands, shouted, over and over again: "Aurius. Luga "sprinkled the petals at him in order to get Luga's attention, even if it was a great satisfaction.

But Luga didn't greet anyone, he bowed his head, walked side by side with Andrew through the petals in the sky, and pulled out a white cloth around his neck to hide the ugly scar.

After walking this road for an unknown amount of time, Luga seemed to have lost his mind, and he asked himself in his heart, isn't this what he deserves? For this reason, he even almost lost his life, a high enough official position and the love and worship of the people, isn't this what he dreamed of at the beginning? Why did he become shy and nervous at this time. He doesn't know, I don't know, no one knows.

At the end of the road was a large group of fully armored soldiers, who had their eyes on Luga without orders, and so many pairs of eyes were staring at Luga even more that he could breathe, but fortunately he could continue on his way. Until they came to the chariot of Augustus Theodosius II. Standing in front of the chariot was Arminius, and Luga felt a little uncomfortable, wondering how such a man could be so close to Augustus. Arminius also saw Luga, but he held his head high and deliberately did not look at Luga, not knowing how much he hated Luga, and the shame of seizing power was still in his heart for a long time.

"Caesar, Luga is on the team!"

Andrew stepped forward and saluted the driver slightly, and said slowly.

The curtain on the car was lifted, and Theodosius II poked his head out of it, just glancing at Luga. The corners of Theodosius II's mouth rose slightly, and he stretched out his right hand and beckoned to Luga, and said with a smile: "Come up, my close guard!" ”

Just as Luga was about to board the carriage, he heard a shout behind him: "Yo, this is not the great hero Aurius. Luga! ”

It was an unfamiliar voice, and Luga looked back curiously, and saw a Central Asian man in a robe, black hair, and black eyes, who looked old, and his hair was a little gray, but he looked very energetic. Dressed in a noble outfit, without being stopped by the guards, I saw him smiling and walking briskly to look at Luga.

"Excuse me, do we know each other?" Luga didn't know the man, so he asked him politely.

"Oh, of course you don't know me!" The nobleman still greeted Luga with a smile, and then said: "I am a nobleman in this city, but the giver of the armor on your Excellency is me, and my name is Corminitius. ”

Of course, Luga hadn't read this thing, but after listening to Andrew's general content, he had to smile and say, "Ah, I am very useful to what I said in the letter, thank you for your gift and praise." ”

"Your Excellency Luga." Cominitius hesitated for a moment, probably to make Luga's words confused, and when he came back to his senses, he hurriedly said: "I don't know the love letter in my letter, have you considered it carefully?" ”

"Request?" A cold sweat broke out on Luga's back, and he concluded that this guy must not have good intentions.

"Ha, Your Excellency is really a noble person who forgets things, I mean I have a daughter, I like it very much after listening to Your Excellency's deeds, and I have come to mention this family business, and I don't know if Your Excellency agrees or not." Cominitius said and pointed sideways to the crowd, and Luga looked in the direction of his finger, thinking that it was whose beautiful daughter, but what he had ever thought of was a woman of five big and three thick, this woman was very strong, even thicker than the soldiers standing beside her, and the waist was comparable to a horse pulling a cart, and now she was standing in the front row of the crowd and was not ashamed to throw a flattering eye at Luga.

Luga swallowed hard, and before that Cominitius could say the following lines, he flew into the car and hurriedly beckoned the coachman to leave.

Outside the car, the cry of Cominitius broke through the curtain and into Luga's ears.

"Hey, Luga, you're a big hero, only you can be worthy of my girl!"

"Hey, do you hear me, Aurius. Luga, that armor was not given for free, and since you have taken it, you must marry my daughter!" ”

"Armor, armor? That's right, armor! As soon as the armor was mentioned, Luga began to take it off without saying a word, and finally came out of the armor with all his strength, opened the curtain and stuffed the armor helmet, the shield and the iron sword on his back, and shouted outside: "Give it back to you, give it back to you, I'm thin and weak, and I'm not worthy of Your Excellency's daughter!" ”

It was quiet outside, and Luga breathed a sigh of relief!