On the banks of the Rhine, a pontoon bridge formed by dozens of warships became a very common sight.

There were as many as five "pontoon bridges" thus formed, through which a large number of soldiers passed, and on a high ground not far south of the Rhine, the leaders of the advance troops gathered in front of a small man.

The servile face was vividly displayed on their faces, especially Frederick, who had just recovered from a serious illness, and he knelt there and pointed to a city not far away, and said to Attila: "Great Attila, I am your faithful retinue, and I will pay you the tribute of the city of Rome, Morgentiacan, and do everything in my power to help you reach Rome and receive the golden crown offered by the Romans themselves." ”

In the face of Frederick's flattery, Attila seemed to be very useful to this, and a smug smile appeared on his cold face from time to time, and he finally stood on this land he had longed for for a long time, and then little by little he accepted it all as his own land, the land he had conquered.

Attila's conquests were born of fear, and what he was best at was spreading fear, and he used the fear of subjugating to his barbarian tribes to order them to conquer some of the lands he wanted. Then sow fear that the nations and civilizations of the plundered lands will bow down to them, and then pay more tribute to the land and gold.

"Well, fight for me, plunder more land and gold for me to prove your loyalty!" Attila stepped down and reached out and patted Frederick on the shoulder, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and then he continued: "I heard that you encountered during the attack on Treville, well, a little setback, is that right?" ”

Attila communicated with Frederick, deliberately emphasizing the phrase "small setback", which made Frederick feel very embarrassed when he stood up.

"Well, yes, yes, my king, as you say, it's but a minor setback, yes, that's it." Frederick smiled awkwardly, and quickly disguised his panic with rhetoric.

He was so afraid that Attila would know about it, for fear that he would be despised by the Hun in front of him, who was half a head shorter than him.

"Please give me another chance, my king." Frederick knelt there, his expression serious, and his oaths were unequivocal!

"Go ahead, get what I want, get it back." Attila's tone was softened, but every word was like a heavy boulder weighing on his heart.

It gave him a mountain of pressure, and maybe because of this, it was his inexhaustible motivation.

"Leave it to me!" Frederick stood up and nodded heavily at Attila, he was so firm and resolute that he clenched his fists with a momentum that he would not give up until he had achieved his goal.

Trevil was still alone, Frederick with a stronger army than the first time, but not what he had thought, all he wanted was Roman soldiers standing on the walls, horrified and unable to do anything about it.

But all this was not as he had hoped, and this time Treville was not as heavily guarded as he had imagined, and not even a single patrolling soldier could be seen on the city walls.

Standing outside the city, Frederick felt a little surprised in his heart, apparently he did not expect that the Romans would be undefended in their own city, had they already abandoned the city? Just like what he saw at the beginning.

He tried his best to promise that he would be able to take down this hard bone, but in the end it turned out to be an empty city, so it was difficult for him to prove to Attila that he had washed away his past shame.

If Attila were to know that he had stumbled in an empty city, he would not be able to hold his head up in front of Attila or even in front of the other tribal leaders.

"Hey, I say, Alemanni." At this time, the Hun general who accompanied him stopped Frederick, looked at the walls of Treville, and said to Frederick: "When will we attack, I will see that the Romans in this city are gone." ”

"Oh, no, no, no, my friend, no, my lord, you must not be deceived by the illusion created by the cunning Romans, on which I fell quite a bit last time!"

Frederick said it on the side, and the witty words deceived the Hun general at a loss, not knowing how much truth he said, so he simply believed Frederick's nonsense.

The immediate priority is to dispose of the city, and to deal with this "siege war" with great difficulty and tragedy!

"No! The Hunnic army must not suffer unnecessary losses under the city, for this battle belongs to us Alemanni and the Romans, then let us Alemanni end it in our own way! Frederick spoke firmly, and there was even a bit of tragedy in his tone, and the fearlessness of daring to be the first in the world and refusing to hurt the Hun brothers caused the Hun generals to widen their eyes and nod their heads repeatedly.

I have never seen such an ally in my eight lives, and he is simply a brother of the Huns! The Hun general looked at Frederick with tears of excitement, reached out and patted Frederick's shoulder heavily and nodded repeatedly.

As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, all the words are said to be this, the Huns have acquiesced to Frederick's choice, and the other tribes are more respectful than obedient, and everyone camped aside to watch Frederick's "performance".

Frederick was also unhurried, he first ordered his men to prepare ladders and siege vehicles for the siege, so that the preparation took two weeks.

Soon, Frederick, who was well besieged, was ready to lead thousands of Alemanni to gather outside the city of Treville.

There was a chill in the morning air, and there was no half of a man on the walls of Treville.

Frederick was at the forefront of the current formation, fully armed, his helmet in his hand, he took a deep breath, and looked back at the Hun generals who were watching not far away.

The two sides looked at each other at the same time, and nodded slightly.

"Well, let me see what they're capable of!" Frederick breathed a sigh of relief, "Warriors of the Alemanni people, now, it is the blessing of the gods of Valhalla that has brought us back here, and it is also the blessing of the gods that has given us a second chance, here, to make up for the failures of the past, and now, the ancestors have asked us to make up for their losses with enough souls, and we will also move forward as they wish!" Advance! ”

"Woo-woo-"

Dozens of trumpeters gathered to blow the long horn, and the thousands of Alemanni roared and swooped down on the empty walls of Treville, carrying ladders and other siege engines.

As they had expected, how could there be decent resistance in an ungarrisoned city, and the Alemanni rushed into the streets of Treville almost bloodlessly.

It was empty, except for a place of abandoned bottles and cans, and all that was left was the pitiful jewels and gold hidden in the corners, and Frederick and his soldiers searched the city up and down, except for a few thieves who didn't have time to escape, only a few old people who couldn't escape and the corpses that had long since decomposed.

"What to do, why nothing!" Frederick looked at the messy streets and the few captives in front of him, his brain circuits spinning rapidly, and finally thought of a way!

"Look, my king!"

Attila, who was waiting outside the city, was suddenly called by his subordinates, and he looked up to see that it was Treville's city that was on fire.

After a while, the gates of Treville were opened, and Frederick led the soldiers out of the city carrying dozens of crosses, each with a dead man hanging on it, and Frederick arranged for the soldiers to hang these bodies on both sides of the road.

"How's the battle, Alemani." The Hun cavalry who came to inquire asked Alemanni.

"Oh my God, the resistance of the Romans was so fierce that they would rather die than give in, and even set the city on fire when it was broken, in a vain attempt to die with us!" Frederick grumbled as he pointed to the dust, blood, and even minced flesh on his body, "Look at the damn guys, I don't remember how many people I cut!" ”

Seeing Frederick's embarrassment, the Huns were not suspicious, and went back to report to Attila: "He said that it had been resolved. ”

Attila nodded slightly, and rode his horse to lead the soldiers around the burning city of Treville and toward the west.