The retreat of the Huns was so spectacular that even the barbarian servant armies, who were still struggling to resist, lost their reason to continue fighting and retreated from the battlefield.

The barbarians of the Far North, the bugs of the Badlands... Yes, all the filthy words that can describe the barbarians are always able to blurt out in the event of a great victory for the Romans.

Not only the Romans, but even the Germanic people who were in the Roman army casually spoke to their compatriots who had fled, no, they were not compatriots, after all, the Germanic people who served in the Roman army belonged to civilized people, not barbarians who loved onions all day long.

Attila's cavalry fled, eventually taking advantage of the horse's four-legged advantage to force a crossing, but the infantry who were left behind were miserable, and they became the target of the Roman and Viesgothic cavalry, and the archers of both armies.

The road to escape is paved with corpses, and usually in battle, the casualties of fleeing far outweigh the losses of stopping and fighting, even so, after all, the hunt is always unscrupulous, as much as possible, the better, and the confrontation is not, after all, the enemy also has sharp spears and strong shields.

The most tragic was the forced crossing of the Marne by the defeated soldiers. There were hundreds of thousands of people crossing the river, but few boats were available.

Forced to survive, they had to remove their armor and throw away all weapons such as shields and spears, just to allow themselves to swim faster in the water.

It is hard to imagine the spectacle of hundreds of thousands of people forcibly crossing the Marne, only to see that the river is densely packed with people, all of whom are scrambling to swim across the river.

On the riverbank, more people are taking off their armor, ready to push away those who are standing in front of them and jump into the river.

Torrismon led his Gothic cavalry to kill, and he was like a god of death, representing the Grim Reaper or incarnating as the Grim Reaper, only to see him beckoning the cavalry present to charge towards the barbarian army that was preparing to cross the river.

The unsuspecting barbarian army was knocked away in an instant by the swarming horses, screaming and falling into the river.

Relentlessly, the Goths swung their iron swords and battle axes and slashed them down, hacking the unarmed barbarian soldiers to death in pools of blood.

They showed no mercy at all, and their red eyes indicated that all they wanted was to kill, and the demon Satan had ruled over them, and Harris, the king of Hades, had become their accomplice.

Yes, the gods harvest souls, but they cannot manifest their true bodies, but can only satisfy their thirst for killing with the help of mortal hands.

Luga killed Attila's most important nobleman, Goldin, and he cut off Goldin's head and hung it on the Eagle Banner, causing all Hun soldiers who tried to take up arms to resist giving up the idea of making a last struggle.

Roman archers and Viesgoth archers gathered together, bows and arrows, and joined the cavalry in front of them in this unbridled slaughter.

"Boom!"

Thousands of bowstrings burst like a thunderbolt, and arrows flew into the sky to fall on the crowded river.

The screams of the people were like the Styx of hell, and the wounded by the arrows kept crying and staying where they wept, because the pain caused their bodies to sink and soon drown.

"Kill! Kill these uncivilized brutes! ”

The crushing slaughter makes any solid commander can't help but be aggressive, yes, beat the water dogs, and win, and do your best to slaughter the enemy to weaken the enemy.

Torrismon, Andrew, and even Aetius were now on the south side of the river bank strewn with corpses, pointing at the people in the river and shouting, their expressions showing no sympathy, they did not approve of the tragedy in front of them, they only thought of killing, killing all living creatures in front of them and leaving their fear to the survivors who came ashore.

Dusk, dusk again, the battle began in the morning and ended at dusk, a whole day was spent in it, of course, those involved in the war may not know that this battle is enough to be remembered by future generations.

There are dense corpses floating on the surface of the river, and on the banks of the river, it is difficult to tell where the river is and where is the land.

Luga knelt on the ground beside the riverbank, which had long been soaked in blood, holding the fragment of the spear of Langnoukis that had long since broken in his hand, and looked at the corpse floating in the river in front of him.

He was thirsty, so he looked at the river in front of him.

The river had turned blood-red, and there were freshly dead bodies floating on it.

He pursed his chapped lips, lowered his head, and held a handful of blood in both hands, thinking about it, as if he was mentally prepared for everything.

In the end, it was the physical torture that persuaded the mental refusal, he gritted his teeth, raised his head, and drank the blood in his hands.

A mouthful of bloody smell was like a reckless child running back and forth in his mouth, he felt very bad, or swallowed it with nausea, but at this moment, his stomach turned upside down, and it seemed that his stomach was also refusing, and in the end, Luga finally couldn't help it.

"Uhhhhhh

An irresistible force surged up from his stomach, and Luga finally couldn't help but lean down and retch, he hadn't eaten for a day, and he really had nothing to vomit out except a little bloody sour water.

"Give."

At this time, I only saw a hand beside me handing over a fairly clean handkerchief, and it was really strange to be able to find an object that was not stained with blood.

On the way back, Luga saw the soldiers, both able-bodied and wounded, lying on the banks of the river and drinking from the river, after a day of fighting.

It is hard to imagine that the river water has been stained red by the blood flowing from the corpses, and they drink the river water as if they were drinking blood, and they are so thirsty that they finally intend to gulp the river water as if it were blood.

"They're going to die." Luga looked up and pointed to the soldiers who were gulping down the river water and said to Andrew, "Hurry up, stop them." ”

"It's too late, Caesar."

Unexpectedly, Andrew was not in a hurry to carry out Luga's order, he just held Luga's hand and said to him: "If they don't drink water, they will also die, not to mention, Caesar, you don't drink it." ”

Luga stopped talking, it seemed that he had figured it out, looking at these soldiers who were not afraid of disgust, they had indeed crossed the barrier in their hearts, and it was better to drink water like this than to lie on the corpse and drink the blood of the enemy, anyway, it was just as disgusting.

"They're all warriors." Luga muttered, but he didn't say anything, and returned to the carriage with the help of the guards.

But he didn't think that Torrismon and his guards had been waiting in front of the car for a long time.

Seeing Luga's bloody appearance, coupled with the exhaustion and pale look of exertion, Torrismon's expression was first angry, then surprised, then serious, and more awe-inspiring.

"Welcome, son of Theodoric." Luga smiled hard at Torrismon.

"Yes, Caesar, I didn't expect you to be involved in the battle." Torrismon bowed slightly to Luga, his words full of incredulity.

"A commander lives and dies with the soldiers, because the battle has made me forget the identity of Augustus, and I am just a commander who participates in it." Luga smiled, but he didn't expect his words to shake the Goth in front of him.