The Alemanni officer stood at the front of the army, a look of disdain shining from his eyes.

He raised his head specifically and counted the number of guards behind the purple-clothed man, there were only fifty people, and there were no more others, and arrogance naturally crept up on his face.

He didn't seem to pay attention to these fifty people, but casually beckoned the dozen or so warriors closest to him behind him to slowly step forward.

He swaggered like an arrogant conqueror, and after defeating the Roman soldiers who came to defend him with surprising tactics, he felt that he had the city in his pocket.

Of course, the cavalry led by the cavalry with their backs to Augusta Treville slowly dismounted, and the moment his right foot hit the ground, the other soldiers turned over and dismounted, which seemed to be a rule, a convention that no one could break, of course, as an Alemanni, he naturally did not understand.

"Who's that guy?" The soldier standing on the city wall looked at the man's back and asked suspiciously.

"Caesar! Caesar! ”

At some point, Ankus returned to the city wall, and he panted and pointed to the cavalry below and shouted to the soldiers beside him: "Quick, archers on alert, archers on alert, that man is Caesar, and he must not be allowed to have three long and two short!" ”

"This gentleman from the civilized world, it is a pleasure to meet you." Less than five meters apart, the two stood still, the Alemanni clumsily imitating the way of the Roman nobility, and the whole scene was comical and ironic.

Luga was silent, only nodded slightly, from the beginning, he did not look squarely at the Alemanni who had just won.

The feeling of being slighted is not destined to make the prejudiced guy feel good, and the same is true of this Alemanni man, who has his hands on his hips and his head held high.

His chin was raised so high that he almost pointed his nostrils at the Roman in front of him, who despised him, as if to say: I have crushed your army in front of you, and you should give me the attitude I want to see, or I will not be polite.

"I say, sir, are you going to challenge me with this, fifty richly dressed and useless fellows?" The Alemanni spoke fluent Latin, but such words made him speak in a strange way, and he was deliberately humiliating the man in front of him who he did not even know his identity.

"Your behavior like this is very different from the way you just greeted you, and I can even be sure that this should be the original you." Luga's expression was not smiling, but the words that came out were revealed between the lines from the contempt of civilized people for barbarians, "Your level of Latin is far beyond my imagination, I think your ancestors must have listened to such a sacred language when they knelt at the feet of my predecessor Augustus, that they realized their own ignorance, and so did everything possible to make their children civilized, but, my God, it seems that a barbarian like your Excellency is not fit to use the language of the civilized world, It sounds to me that Your Excellency's use of such language is more like a horse barking! ”

"What did you say?"

In just a few words, Luga angered the sarcastic Alemanni who was trying to be sarcastic, his eyes glaring with rage, his whole body trembling slightly with anger, and his fists clenched.

The guards behind him raised their swords and axes, and their eyes were fixed on Luga.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, forgive my offense, Your Excellency." Luga took this opportunity to step forward, he spread his hands to the Alemanni in front of him, and tried to say soothingly: "Your Excellency, forgive me for my verbal offense in self-defense, of course, I am here to seek negotiations, and we can also introduce ourselves to each other, also so that we can communicate better. ”

"Woo!"

The Alemanni did not seem to appreciate it, or it seemed to him that the Roman in front of him was only afraid of the axes and blood-stained swords of his soldiers, so it would be easy to do.

"Tell me, I can still calmly discuss with you, a weak sheep, what you want."

"Them!" Without hesitation, Luga pointed to the group of prisoners of war behind the Alemanni.

The Alemanni glanced back, and could not help sneering, and then asked Luga with disdain: "So, civilized fowl, what do you want to exchange for them, this is a great flock of sheep, a great flock of frightened and useless lambs to the slaughter." ”

"So what do you want?"

"It!" The Alemanni pointed to the city of Augusta-Treville behind Luga, and continued: "This is the city, with all the gold and jewels in it, and of course the women, the beautiful Roman women. Then I want you to obediently open the gates for me, and let the defenders inside drop their weapons and kneel on both sides of the street, and I will play with their women in front of them, Romans. ”

"Oh, it's a very demanding deal indeed." The Alemanni did not succeed in provoking Luga by offering such insulting conditions, and Luga simply nodded his head and then said to the Alemani: "Then how can I prove that these soldiers can be free?" ”

"That's when I'm comfortable." The Alemanni became more and more presumptuous, and he deliberately made some indescribable movements in front of Luga to show his needs, "Admit it, Romans, without them, your defenses are empty and weak, and it is impossible to resist one of our attacks, then I advise you to surrender obediently, after all, being a sheep can always survive, so the so-called dignity, you civilized people have always abandoned this thing, I don't think it's anything." This city is different to me, I am going to conquer this land along with the woman, and then dedicate it to Attila, it is a great honor to be the city of Attila. ”

The guards behind Luga clenched the hilt of their swords at his waist at his words, and they really wanted to kill this filthy beast.

"Oh, what a very loyal fellow, I don't know your name yet, you see, this city, right in front of you, awaits your government, if your Excellency doesn't dislike it, can you give me some time, let's get to know each other well."

"Ha, sheep!" The Alemanni shook his head, and continued, "Frederick, conqueror of Morgentiaken, you will hear more about me. ”

"Yes, Lord Frederick." Luga nodded, pointed at herself, and was about to open her mouth, but was stopped by Frederick.

"I don't care until the name of the sheep." He's just so arrogant.

"But it was this sheep that killed all the Alemanni who dared to cross the river two years ago." Luga's smile froze, and then he puffed up his chest, looked at Frederick with a puzzled look on his face, and continued: "I think you, barbarian, should get on your knees, listen to me, and remember the name, I, Flavis. Luga! ”

"Luga!"

Hearing this name seemed to be like thunder, which made Frederick stunned, not only him, but even the guards behind him looked at each other, not believing Luga's words at all.

"My lord, according to the briefing of the scouts of the front, Augustus Flavis. Luga seems to be in trouble. Thereus walked briskly and made the sound of footsteps to Aetius's table, and as she spoke, she placed the parchment she was crumbling in her hand on Aetius's table.