Areobindes laughed heartlessly, not caring about the current situation! Luga was so anxious and angry that he wanted to put his sword up and hit him in the stomach right now to end the old man's damn life.

"He must be blaming me for not listening to him, which led to this tragedy!" When Luga was impulsive, he suddenly calmed down, and after a moment of silence, he didn't know what to say about Areobinders, so he simply left him like this. Thinking so, Luga got up and put on his wolfskin shawl, for he was going to see who the beheaded guy was.

"The Supreme Commander is here! General Luga is here! In the streets, hearing such a call, the soldiers stopped, and they stopped to watch Luga, dressed in military uniform, pass by them. Their eyes were full of emotion.

Luga was now the only sustenance of their spirits, and he passed them with heavily armed guards, who pressed his hand tightly to the hilt of the sword at his waist along the way, and he walked towards the battlefield, and the chaotic soldiers along the way saw Luga stop and look at Luga as if they saw hope.

"Don't mess up, go back and get back to your own posts!" Luga waved to every soldier present, and they responded to Luga's call, after all, he was the supreme commander of the Thracian field army.

The chaotic footsteps in the streets became orderly again, and everyone followed closely behind Luga, who was heading towards the city gate with the Dragon's Breath Sword in hand.

The barbarian was still holding Anlasis by the head and shouting to intimidate the Roman soldiers before him, and he loved to enjoy the fear of his enemies, especially the dragons without a leader.

"Give me a javelin!" Luga turned back and said aloud, only to see him take the javelin and hold it on his shoulder, his eyes locked on the rampant savage, and then threw it at him.

"Whew!"

The barbarian's laughter stopped abruptly, and his frightened eyes looked down at the javelin that pierced his abdomen, and the whole man fell limply down the wall. The head was out of his hand and rolled down the steps, and Luga quickly pounced on it and picked it up.

"Anlasis." Luga whispered the name of the head, grief was fleeting, this is war after all, death is inevitable, in other words, he may be hit by such a death for the first time on the battlefield, but after many battles, he has become accustomed to death, especially the death of the people around him, and even began to become numb.

Luga solemnly placed the head of Allassis in the corner of the city wall and covered it with a shield, which was considered a simple funeral for him.

"Hesitating about what?" Luga loudly questioned the soldiers behind him, and the stern reprimand made the soldiers present tremble involuntarily, "Go back to your post and fight!" Luga's order worked instantly, and the soldiers scrambled to climb the walls without saying a word.

Because of Luga's leadership and orders, the morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted, and they roared and rushed towards the barbarians on the city wall, which made the barbarian soldiers, who were already exhausted and wanted to take a break from cleaning the city wall, were frightened by the Roman soldiers who suddenly rushed to the city wall, they did not have time to take a sip of water, and hurriedly grabbed their weapons, but it was too late, and when they took up their weapons and raised their heads, the iron sword of the Romans had already fallen in a flash.

The Romans' attack instantly broke up the Hun servants on the city walls, who screamed and retreated in their way to resist the Romans' attack, and the soldiers closest to the ladder climbed the ladder under the cover of their comrades, kicked down those who tried to climb up below, and then climbed down themselves. It was even more convenient for the unlucky ghosts who didn't have time to find the ladder or encounter the Romans, who were pushed down by their shields from the gap in the female wall that had been smashed by flying stones. Either by the Romans, who were thrown down by a large number of Romans, and watching their comrades or allies being pushed off the walls, the morale of the soldiers of the Hun servant army below began to waver.

They needed the support of archers, but after most of the day's uninterrupted suppression, the Hun cavalry not only carried insufficient arrows, but more importantly, their arms were also out of strength and could not pull the bow at all.

"Attila, your soldiers are exhausted, they need to rest!" The nobleman reminded Attila that after such a long time, he didn't expect the Romans to fight back, which really surprised Attila, but he didn't show it on his face, just coldly looked at the barbarian soldiers who were dealing with the rout on the city wall, and his expression became more and more solemn.

Soon, he was attracted by the man in the ornate armor on the city walls, he had never met this officer, he was younger than the Roman officers he had encountered, which could not but arouse Attila's curiosity. It was precisely because of the leadership of this Roman officer that the Romans began to counterattack them, and the situation was not as good as the battle had been.

"That's all for today!" Attila finally spoke, he looked coldly at Luga, who was killing the enemy on the city wall, and nodded to the noble officer beside him, who understood, and beckoned to the trumpeter beside him, who blew the horn of retreat.

At the command of the horn, the Huns' cavalry and their servant army retreated.

"We've won?"

"The Huns were repulsed? Oh my God, I can't believe my eyes! ”

Looking at the smoke screen of dust left behind by the retreat of the Hun army and the receding backs, the soldiers trembled and laughed loudly, raised their weapons in their hands and cheered loudly. It seemed that this victory came unbelievably and was unexpected by all.

Luga was not happy, he turned and walked down the wall, but he inadvertently saw a hand stretched out from the pile of corpses piled up under the wall, and a man crawled out, and Luga fixed his eyes to see that it was Andrew.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Luga." As soon as Andrew looked up and saw Luga, he raised his hands, shrugged his shoulders at Luga and said with a smile, "It seems that I missed something during this time when I accidentally fell asleep." ”

"Yes, my friend." It wasn't until he saw Andrew Luga that he laughed, "You missed a lot of things you shouldn't miss, but it doesn't matter, with the first time, there will always be a second time!" Andrew was impressed by Luga's words, and he nodded at Luga and tried to move his sore arms to make himself feel better.

"Attila won't give up like that, Luga." Andrew pointed to the ruined walls and said to Luga, "Look at his destructive power, the barbarians we met at the beginning are no match for him, he can sweep everything, and he has a reliable trebuchet to help him." Look at them, their soldiers are coming like a tidal wave, and God knows how we will cope without the scorpion! ”

"I understand, Andrew!" Luga said, slowly lowering his head, he looked very lost, "I am aware of the gap, you can also see, our numbers have been drastically reduced, as you said, we must start preparing for the next attack of the Huns!" ”