Gaissaric withdrew, but he had no intention of stopping the war, and he was brave enough to order his weary soldiers to carve out a large clearing in the woods, and with the use of ready-made wood, a decent camp was built. It was also two kilometers away from Luga's military camp on the hillside, which meant that the soldiers on both sides could clearly see each other's camp and see each other's every move.

Luga was recovering from his injuries and could no longer move, so Andrew, as the captain of the guard, took charge of the construction of the camp. According to Luga's orders, Andrew led the soldiers to bury their dead comrades and recover all the weapons that could be used. Gaisaric cut down trees, he cut them, Gaisaric built camps, he built them, but it was only an expansion, all the way to connect the camp into a wall, no matter what, the camp grew day by day, and Gaisaric watched.

To say that he did not come to war? No, of course he came to fight, but whenever he did, Luga's Ninth Legion would either shut himself up, leaving his men under Gaisaric to shout outside the camp gates. The Vandals did not dare to take half a step closer to the Roman camp, and they were so close that they could not come close to the oncoming rain of arrows.

After a month of such a day, the Vandals outside were tired, and they were following the command of Gesarric, who was helpless in the face of the Romans who could not hold out. In this way, Luga, who was in the camp, did not know how long such days could last. The only thing that can be assured is that he and his legions will be able to sustain a protracted standoff, and Gaisaric is unknown. What's more, in the past month, Luga has even transferred the auxiliary legion where Syracuse stayed back to the military camp under Mount Etna in front of Gessarik, and the absolute superiority in numbers has made Gessarik dare not act rashly. Advance, there is a combined army of seven or eight thousand men, retreat, the defenders of Palermo have blocked all the way of the Vandals to the west, the surrounding woods are full of Roman scouts, as long as there is a slight movement in such a large army, the news will be conveyed to Luga's army and the defenders of Palermo at the first time. It can be said that Gaisaric has been besieged, there are no reinforcements, no supplies, the Romans do not seem to be about to send out to completely annihilate their movements, Luga's intention is obvious, relying on the advantage of the supply of Trapani behind him, to starve Gaisaric and his army to death, so that he can win the battle without a single soldier.

In February, after more than a month of stalemate, Luga finally received the exciting news that the Central Field Corps in Italy had finally assembled and began to move south.

This was almost the big news that a comet had hit the Earth, and Luga had to prepare in advance. Luga didn't know what attitude to use towards Aetius, who was the most familiar stranger.

The results were always unexpected, as if only two days after the news had just been received, Aetius had arrived at Luga's military camp.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The horn sounded, and the Lugar camp was in disarray, and the soldiers, who had been busy with themselves, frantically searched for their hundred-man squad and lined up on either side of the Rabelan flag. Luga was so nervous that he even thought about how to greet his former boss.

The door of the camp was about to be opened, Luga swallowed violently, and looked back at Andrew, Andrew's face was already wet with sweat, he closed his lips tightly and tried to keep himself calm, his eyes were dull, and the whole person was trembling slightly, he was even more nervous than Luga at this moment, probably for the same reason.

"Andrew." Luga turned his face sideways and reminded him, "You can be easy-going for me, don't embarrass me at that time!" Luga first sounded a wake-up call to him, and Andrew was excited and nodded yes again and again. However, Luga was still not very reassured, but the matter had come to this point, so he could only bite the bullet.

The door of the camp was opened, and I saw a man wearing a brass muscle cuirass, a purple cloak over his shoulders, and a white long-sleeved underwear with purple cuffs. The Iron Horned Helmets were particularly dazzling in the sunlight, and they were arranged in three vertical columns, carrying riding spears wrapped in ribbons on their shoulders, which attracted everyone's attention gorgeously.

The soldiers on either side were either envious or jealous, their eyes following the cavalry closely.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Luga kept reminding Andrew, which made Andrew nervously hold the Rabelan flag and stand up straight.

At the gate of the camp, the cavalry was finally finished, followed by a large group of infantrymen, dressed in brass scale armor and red cloaks on their shoulders, and they slowly walked into the camp step by step with a carriage.

"Aetius." Luga's lips moved slightly, and he whispered the name, yes, it must be Aetius's carriage, exactly the same, exactly the same as the carriage that Luga used to escort out of Ludinand, except that the knights who guarded him had changed, and it was no longer the swordsman Levi.

Until he saw the carriage, Luga didn't know why, his pounding heart calmed down at this time, and he didn't know what kind of quietness came to his heart, but the nervousness in his heart was no longer replaced by a small expectation.

The group escorted the carriage to a stop in front of Luga, and saw that the man closest to the carriage, who was dressed in the form of an officer of the guard, leaned his face close to the window of the carriage.

"General, we're here."

Then he saw a slave in white linen trotting up and kneeling under the carriage. The door slowly opened, and Luga saw a leg stretched out from behind the door, wearing red leather boots, and stepping on the slave's back.

"It's coming!" Luga secretly told herself, her body involuntarily straightened up.

Then there was the side face, yes it was Aetius, the de facto controller of the Western Empire, he wore a golden laurel wreath on his head, followed by his body, he wore a copper muscular cuirass, a red cape, no, it should be said that except for the cuirass and laurel wreath were golden yellow, the whole body was red.

He slowly descended from the slave's back with the help of the chief of the guard, and raised his head high, giving him an air of nobility that emanated from the inside out, dwarfing even a Roman of pure blood like Luga.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you, I'm Aetius, the supreme commander of this reinforcement."

Aetius smiled at the sight of Luga's mask, and although Luga was much younger than him, he still bowed very respectfully.

Aetius's expression and actions surprised Luga, as if they were meeting for the first time. He couldn't tell whether Aetius had really forgotten or deliberately pretended not to recognize it, but if he thought about it carefully, after all, it had been almost two years, and he naturally forgot quickly for such a pawn who only had one side.

"Luga, Aurius. Luga. Luga looked serious, and also imitated Aetius's actions and saluted him. But his eyes were fixed on Aetius all the time, for he wanted to see if the name would evoke some memories for him.

But Luga had to admit once again that he had probably failed, as Aetius still faced him with his trademark smile, not even a second's pause in the name.

"Did he really forget?" Luga couldn't see through the boss who betrayed him in the past, and he even thought about how to aggressively ask why he abandoned them on the Rhine in the first place, but now it seems that there is no chance, since he can't even remember the name of the betrayed, how can he remember the unforgivable sin he committed in the first place?

"That's it, that's it!" Lu Jia secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, in the past, there was really no way to ask, so he was buried in his heart for a while, or maybe forever. He lowered his head, turned his face sideways and glanced at Andrew, who found that Andrew was shaking with his head down, and if it weren't for the support of the Rabelan Flag, he might have fallen to the ground with an unsteady center of gravity, and tears fell like raindrops on the plank at his feet.

"Welcome, Lord Aetius." Luga smiled and turned sideways to block Andrew, so that Aetius could not see him crying, otherwise it would make the scene extremely embarrassing.

"Of course, Lord Luga, no, Flavis. Lord Luja. ”

Aetius smiled and walked into the main tent.