Luga led his army back to Belgian Gaul, and as Theodoric had said, he didn't even bring back a single son.

He was thinking about it all the way, so much so that the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and in his spare time he greeted the eighteenth generation of Theodoric's ancestors. Whoever let this selfish barbarian refuse to give even a little bit of what he should have done, Luga, who has nothing now, naturally needs to take back what he deserves elsewhere!

So he began to think about it secretly.

"Luga." Andrew worried: "Our food can't last until the harvest season, and now we don't get anything, what the hell should we do, can we bring some from Britannia?" ”

"Oh, wake up, Andrew, my friend!" Luga shook his head, and continued: "This kind of cold is not something that Britannia can be spared, and it is a blessing to ensure that Britannia will not be chaotic at the moment. ”

"So what do we do, at least we should give Arecio an explanation." Andrew said with palpitations: "He can't stand the stimulation, and I'm afraid he will be emotionally broken again, because we didn't take advantage of Aetius." ”

"Don't worry, I have a bold idea." Luga laughed, but it whetted Andrew's appetite, and Andrew asked again, but Luga didn't say anything.

Back in Gaul, Belgium, the hungry barbarians finally had enough of Luga's appeasement and began to protest to Luga.

They besieged Agrippena in Luga's absence, mainly to ask Arecio what food had been promised them.

"Enough, I've had enough of your bread!" The leader of one of the barbarian tribes that surrounded Agrippena raised the black bread in his hand and cried out loudly, "Look, look at the food they give us, what is this?" Look! ”

He lifted the axe he held in his other hand and slashed at the bread.

"Click!"

In front of everyone's eyes, the axe was bounced off by the bread, which made everyone present burst into an exclamation. There was a noticeable notch in the bread at this point, but it was still too hard compared to the sharp axe.

"Look, this bread, it is as hard as a shield, and perhaps even more reliable than a shield, and this is the food that the Romans gave us, and it could even be said that they issued us with more powerful weapons."

"Bread! Bread! The barbarians roared loudly, and they were naturally very dissatisfied with such hard bread.

"What the hell did you send them?" Arecio stood on the rampart and asked the quartermaster beside him.

"Bread, bread!" Probably not expecting such a serious resistance, the quartermaster spoke a little slurred, "There is not enough flour, so I add chaff to the bread, as well as fools, sawdust, bark, and grass." ”

"So this bread is as hard as a shield?" Arecio was still a little unconvinced.

"Yes, yes, oh, no, not like that!" The quartermaster shook his head again and again, "This has only been made for a long time, and it was originally intended to be eaten by civilian beggars, but they came and had to share it with them." ”

"Damn it, these unruly barbarians!" Arecio cursed and looked at the barbarians below who were constantly protesting. He was a little helpless, after all, there was no bottom line in whether it was war or negotiation, and he did not dare to act as a wanton dictatorship.

"Sir!"

At this time, the officer defending the city came up with a spear, came behind Arecio and asked: "Shall we attack the demonstrators below and teach them a lesson, or will we just let them complain endlessly?" ”

"I'll have to ask your soldier commander, soldier!" Arecio waved his hand casually, "I'm just an administrator, and I'm in charge of whether my subordinates and civilians can be fed, so let's leave issues like war to skilled people!" ”

Arecio had made the right choice, and just two days later, Luga's legion appeared behind the besieging barbarians. The barbarians were so nervous about this sudden arrival that they scrambled to pick up the guys, thinking that the Romans had lost patience with them.

Luga was at the forefront of the army, and he was not at all surprised by the barbarians besieging Agripana, as if it were all expected.

Andrew asked, "They're fighting, Luga, what are we going to do?" ”

"There's no need to fight them!" Luga waved his hand at Andrew very calmly, and Andrew was a little surprised by his confident appearance.

"Did you think of a good idea?" Andrew was curious and hurriedly asked.

"Again? No, no, Andrew, I had expected this and had already made arrangements. Luga said, directing the soldiers behind him to push out of the way and make way for the barbarians.

"What does that mean?" The hungry savages still have a shred of sanity, and they can't understand Flavies. Luga's intentions.

As the leaders of the barbarian tribe, they had the right to talk to Luga, so they made a quick stride towards Luga together to find out what Luga meant.

"Okay, Andrew!"

Looking at the oncoming barbarian leader, Luga's face flashed with a sneer, "Let's perform together, now, in Belgian Gaul, their bodies can no longer be placed, let them go to a wider world." ”

"Luga, do you mean the province of Gaul behind you, and the territory of Visgoth?" Andrew seemed to understand, and he still wanted to make sure.

"Because of that!" Luga rolled over and dismounted, patted the dust off his body, and said, "They want peace, and they don't want to pay the price, so I have to teach them another lesson!" ”

At this moment, I saw Luga step forward quickly, and spread his hands to the oncoming barbarian leaders to signal that he had come without weapons.

"Romans, what kind of trick is this!" At this moment a Lombard who knew Latin asked Luga: "Perhaps I should really show you the bread you can offer, and believe me, my soldiers will be more than happy to use this as a shield and smash you in the head!" ”

"I'm afraid you don't have a chance, Your Excellency." Luga stretched out his hand, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and continued: "I asked the others for food, but they were too greedy and stingy to give me even a piece of bread even if the wheat and bread were piled up in the warehouse, and I am still hungry, and I would not mind sharing the bread you have spoken of with you if I could." ”

"This is not the time to play tricks, Romans." At this moment, a Frankish chief stared at Luga, "My people are starving, but your promise has not been fulfilled!" ”

"So I made a way for you!" Luga pointed behind him and said to them, "Soft bread, cakes, honey, beef, everything you want is there, waiting for you quietly in the place where I am disappointed." So, do not hesitate to take a step forward, and you will have no resistance from this road to Rome! ”

So the barbarians are moved, they need anything that can solve their food and clothing, they can't wait!