Chapter 573: Anger (I)
"Survival?" The barbarians looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, burst into a wild laugh. Because in their eyes, the Romans who surrendered have no dignity at all, but the Romans in front of them, greedy for life and fear of death, tied up their commanders, not to mention that they still want to meet Attila to negotiate conditions!
"He's a noble officer, a figure of no low status!" The soldier puffed up his chest and protested loudly to the barbarian officer in front of him: "If you beat or kill him, only Attila has the qualifications to decide, you are not qualified, then again, we also have credit for kidnapping the Roman commander!" We have reason to ask for our own freedom and corresponding reward! ”
"What if we refuse?" The barbarian officer at the head put on an arrogant and unreasonable attitude.
"If Attila needs this Roman commander, and you happen to kill him again, I'm afraid that not only your life, but even your tribe will suffer at that time!" The Roman soldier took a big step forward, and then stared at the barbarian officer in front of him with a hideous expression and a sneer, "I believe that you are more afraid of Attila than I am!" ”
"Damn it!" The barbarian officer clenched his fists, and he wanted to punch the Roman in the face, but he couldn't do it, because the Roman was right, and he fought for Attila not because of the fear of Attila in his heart.
Worthy of being a civilized person, looking at the Romans in front of them, these barbarians had to admit that they really had no other way than to beat this Roman officer to relieve their hatred.
Under the pressure of the Romans, the barbarian did not expect that he would be swayed by this Roman, so he could only take two steps back, and shouted at the soldiers behind him to make way for the group of Romans in front of him.
When the Roman soldier at the head passed by him, he saw the barbarian officer grab the Roman soldier led by him and pull him in front of him, staring at him with red eyes. Then he said, "Believe me, you idiot, Attila will definitely tear you to pieces!" ”
Faced with the threat of the barbarian officer, the soldier snorted coldly, then pushed him away, and walked out of the city gate along the path that the barbarians had given way.
At this time, they were truly surrounded by the Hun coalition forces, but fortunately they were all carefully selected soldiers by Andrew, although they saw the vicious barbarians around them. In other words, normal people would have been frightened for a long time, but they were quite good, although there was some panic in their hearts, they still continued to move forward without changing their faces.
"Attila, the Romans in the city have rebelled." The Hun nobles who had given the order came to report to Attila, which made Attila wonder again.
"How did they do it?" Attila asked with concern.
"They have their fear of you in their hearts, so in order to survive, they have tied up their own commander to surrender to you, Attila!"
"Hah! Aren't these the Romans! Attila's general, the Hun Golding, sneered, "They have no glory at all, and they can even betray their father for the sake of their humble ant-like life, and what can a mere commander be worth?" In addition to sarcasm, Golding did not forget to sweep Odeses not far away with the afterglow of his eyes, he himself did not like the Romans, like Odes, the betrayer of the Romans or the red man around Attila, he naturally looked down on him.
"Let them come up!" Unable to resist her curiosity, Attila couldn't wait to get a glimpse of the Roman commander who was struggling to resist.
In a short time, a small group of Roman soldiers escorting this "commander" came to Attila, only to see the leading soldier come forward and salute Attila respectfully, and continued: "Dear Hun king, I am the centurion of the defending army of Thessaloniki, because I am afraid of your heroism, and I want to beg the king to be merciful for our sin of resistance, so we have come to surrender to you, Attila!" ”
With that, the soldier pointed to the "commander" behind him in gorgeous armor, and then said to Attila: "This is our sincerity to you!" ”
"Oh, that's exciting!" Attila smiled and nodded at the Roman soldier, and then he looked this person up and down, he found that this was exactly the same as the bastard standing on the city wall who had ordered him to kill his lieutenant last time, but his arrogant appearance was gone, and the gorgeous armor and outfit could not hide his downfall, Attila nodded and said to the Roman soldier led by him: "This is the right thing, understand which is more important, after all, it doesn't matter what bullshit belief or what is like the true god Baseleus, None of them are as important as your life, thank you, Roman, for the gift you have brought me that I love! ”
With that, Attila stepped forward and grabbed the "commander" by the chin, and lifted him up vigorously, forcing the "commander" to raise his head. His eyes were cold, and his sharp gaze was like a sharp and invisible sword, almost piercing the chest of this "commander".
"You're young!" Attila said to him coldly: "I have heard that you are a high-ranking officer of the Western Roman Partition Empire, and I have heard that you have many proud achievements in Britannia and Greater Sicily, which is enough to make you proud or that you can use your existing reputation to make a fortune, believe me, I am afraid that your exploits can benefit you and even your children and grandchildren, but this is not a reason for you to be complacent, just like now, admit it, you chose the wrong opponent!" ”
Even if Attila said anything, this "commander" just looked at him, and although he had already fallen into disadvantage in terms of momentum, he still didn't say a word.
"We also have a message for you, King of the Huns, that you cannot refuse." Then the Roman soldier at the head said, "But you must pledge with your honor and fame that you will not break your promise to release us after knowing this news." ”
"But I don't promise you now!" Attila said, shaking off the face of the "commander", he slowly straightened up, acting as a grim appearance, as if he had regained his sense of drama as the protagonist in this scene. "But I can promise you that if the conditions you offer are enough to impress me, I will naturally agree to let you go."
"No, no, no, Lord Attila!" The soldier continued, "I mean, not only us, but also the lives of nearly 5,000 of our soldiers defending the city, and you need to protect the lives of all of us. ”
"You're getting an inch!" Attila looked very unhappy, but curiosity brought him back to his senses, for he wondered what kind of good news would make him gladly accept the release of the five thousand, and he was like listening to what the Roman soldier had to say, but it would be too shameful to nod or ask for the sake of face. "You know, I can also command my faithful servants to beat you to tell the truth."
"But that doesn't suit you right now, Lord Attila."
"Okay, okay, I'm fed up with the rules of the so-called civilized people, say it, I promise you, say it!" Attila got impatient.
"The person in front of you is the only adopted son of Basellus, I wonder if the money Barcellus owes you can redeem his precious son!"
After the words of the Roman soldiers, Attila's eyes widened, the son of Theodosius, this guy is actually alive in front of his eyes, this kid must be worth a lot of money! Attila was surprised and delighted at the thought that the thousands of pounds of gold had fallen, after all, he had been busy for so long, and he could be regarded as catching a big fish!