"So, then!"

At this moment, the young man interrupted Luga again, and he raised his hand and confided his confusion to his teacher like a student in school.

"Oh, you have a new question, don't you?" Luga came back to his senses and smiled at the young man in front of him, when the sky outside was hazy and blurry, and it was when night and day were about to alternate.

"I don't understand, Caesar." The young man hurriedly said: "Why, obviously realizing that these barbarian soldiers do not have such good combat ability, why do you still deploy them in the middle lane." ”

"No, no, man, I can't agree with you." Luga waved his hand at the young man and continued, "They are not as vulnerable as they thought they would be. ”

"I still don't understand, it's obvious that they collapse at the touch of a button, and they are extremely unreliable." Young people are more energetic.

"Because the Huns are too strong, too strong!"

Speaking of this, Lu Jia couldn't help but clench his fists, he closed his eyes, but the situation was vivid, and his palms were full of sweat.

"Then why deploy them in the mid lane? Knowing that this would cause them to be quickly defeated by Attila. ”

"But instead of them, do we want to use our own soldiers?"

Luga's words made the young man instantly dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, Caesar, but I'm from a different angle." The young man finally bowed his head, and he seemed to understand what Luga was thinking at that time, after all, every battle was not as simple as going to fight, cheering and celebrating when he won it.

"It's hard to say the Goths, but although these mixed barbarians have been recruited to fight with us against Attila, in fact, their existence is no less than the threat posed by Attila." Lu Jia looked at the young man in front of him intently, looking at his tangled expression that seemed to understand whether he understood or not, he thought of his original self, the young self who used to be ignorant and even loved to fight.

Luga couldn't help but laugh and said: "I used to be like you, sometimes I don't agree with this and there, it's because we are standing from different angles, we are now a bystander's perspective, but if you raise this perspective to the national level, you will find that your complaints and anger are so redundant." ”

A look of surprise flashed across the young man's face, but he quickly hid it, "These barbarians deserve to die?" ”

He was young after all, but he was not like Luga, who was Augustus after all, standing on the shoulders of a giant named Rome to guide the giant slowly.

Whether it's a stalwart friend on the surface or a tense enemy, leaders always have to set a fair balance within themselves.

After all, a loyal ally can be a potential enemy, and an incompatible adversary can become a staunch ally at any time.

This was the case with the Battle of Chalon.

The Huns had helped the Romans, especially Aetius, to stabilize Gaul, but in doing so, they were about to openly tear apart the evidence of their friendship with Rome.

Visgoth had to become a vassal of Rome from a hundred years ago, and even helped Theodosius I defeat the apostate Eugenesus.

"The bravery of the Goths surprised Theodosius himself." Luga tapped his fingers on the wooden table, and continued, "But Theodosius is calm, and he knows not to be too indulgent to these barbarians, but not too tightly to them. Theodosius feared them, but he needed them. ”

"What a strange story." The young man couldn't help but shake his head, it seemed that he still couldn't understand this black-and-white politics with a relatively shallow experience.

"I have to take responsibility for the future of Rome, like the Goths, who sacked Rome because of Honorius's inaction and the Senate's connivance and fear of Alaric, they were only afraid that their mansion would be sacked by the Goths, although they did not escape such a fate after all."

Luga looked at the young man in front of him at this time, "This does not mean that the Eternal City will not be breached a second time after being breached once, as you can see, I am protecting Rome, even at the cost of many lives." ”

Seeing that the young man was silent, Lu Jia expected that he would not be able to accept such a huge amount of information for a while, after all, the high place was too cold, and along the way, Lu Jia had already taken out his conscience and tore it to pieces, and then swallowed it in one gulp, and lived without heart and lungs from then on.

"Well, it looks like you've been convinced by me." Luga shook his head slightly, then took a glass of wine to moisten his throat, and continued, "So, let's go on." ”

Having lost control of the heights, Attila had to withdraw his line to the south of the Marne.

Although this was not his main idea, the slave soldiers under his command had not seen the power of Roman oil, or the sound and smell of the flames burning their skin.

The Roman attack was thwarted, and Attila fought his last hand to keep him and his soldiers moving forward, pushing forward again and again, defeating the Goths one after another.

"Where is our king! Where is our king! ”

The retreating Visgoths kept asking, gritting their teeth and holding on, though no one knew who would die in the next second.

But what were their cavalry doing, fleeing in droves, abandoning the infantry.

In the middle, Andrew led his soldiers on a brisk run, infantry armed with heavy shields and spears, dwarfed by the Huns' cavalry.

The incoming arrows were endless, causing the Roman soldiers to come to their aid to scatter corpses and wounded along the way, not to mention the fact that the ground beneath their feet was already covered with corpses.

"My lord, something seems to be going on with the Goths."

The Gothic cavalry's escape made it clear to the Romans in the west how it was possible to bring such a large number of Goths to ruin unless it was a great change.

Behind him, Luga's army screamed to the sky, and for some reason they would fight to the death at all costs.

Luga was seen rushing into the chaos of the barbarians under the escort of the ironclad cavalry, and he roared with all his might, and the cavalry under his command formed a group, waving the cavalry sword or axe in his hand like an indestructible fortress, and constantly slashed at the barbarians who were crowded together.

"Follow Caesar!"

"Fight for Caesar!"

When the soldiers saw that Luga was the first to charge into the enemy's ranks, they roared loudly and furiously, raised their shields and spears, and rushed towards the barbarians who were in a mess in front of them.

The chaotic barbarians were huddled together, they did not know how to continue the war, whether they were the Alemannis, or the Altogoths, or the Lombards, or the Burgundians, or the Thuringians, they were all mixed together, disorganized and undisciplined, and their eyes were full of confusion and helplessness.

The barrels of fire oil thrown from the rear of the Roman army exploded in the chaotic barbarian formation, and bloomed into flames.

This flower was like a punch, beating the heart of the barbarian coalition that had already wavered.

"Steady! Steady! ”

Odoric stood on a rock and cried out loudly, but to no avail, he could not turn the tide, just like Merovy, he could not restrain the other tribes, not even his own men.