"Your Excellency." Odysses slowly stood up and whispered to Luga: "Your Excellency should understand the current situation, what you have done is in the eyes of the other nobles of the Senate. ”

Luga looked up at him, his eyes full of doubt.

Odeus hesitated for a moment, then continued: "After all, not all of them are Romans. In short, you must be careful, this is my warning to you, you must be careful, Luga! As he spoke, Odyssey stopped talking, and he didn't know if he should remind a soldier commander at this time.

Luga slowly lowered his head and muttered for a moment, finally squeezing out a sentence "Thank you, Odyss, I understand what this means." ”

"That's for the best!" Odyssus nodded at Luga, and the tunnel left the chamber of the Doge's Palace with the group of old nobles who accompanied him.

"The people see the result, not the process." Luga muttered as he watched Odess and the others go away.

Luga bent down to pick up the silver glass of wine that had fallen on the ground, and the waiter not far away hurriedly ran to wipe the wine off the ground with a cloth.

At this time, Andrew came behind Luga and asked Luga in confusion: "Luga, I don't understand, what does Lord Odes mean by this?" ”

Luga didn't rush to answer Andrew's question, he just looked down and thought, after all, this was a kind reminder from Odyss. Although this is also clear to Luga.

Unconsciously, he hated the Senate for the presence of so many barbarians, who occupied positions that did not belong to them in the first place.

Then again, he had to go to the root of the thought, these barbarians who had married Roman noble women were the greatest threat Luga had to face at this time.

The Romans, for their own selfish gain, blindly worshipped the barbarians who were supposed to be lowly in themselves, and as a result, the current hierarchy of power was now filled with outsiders who could not live or die for the state.

"Sure enough, military rule is always the greatest evil!" Luga said to herself in her heart. This is indeed a big bastard, after all, he is the biggest beneficiary of this system, but the rule of the military is also the biggest obstacle to his decision.

He began to think mentally about how to deal with this deep-seated problem, even if it was to plunge Rome back into civil war, at least now he was strong enough to decide one thing, not like a paper tiger with a terrible appearance.

"It's time, reckoning with you, you Imperial bloodsuckers!" Luga thought, clenching his fists tightly.

"He just gave me a kind reminder, Andrew." Luga turned around and smiled at Andrew, then got up and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Let's go, Andrew, we're going to leave in two days, take the time to rest and prepare during this time, let's do something great that can impress the whole of Rome!" ”

Two days later, an army of 20,000 men assembled outside the city of Augusta-Treville.

Luga set out from the Doge's Palace with Odes and a group of senators, and walked unhurriedly down the flat streets towards the outside of the city.

The citizens of Augusta-Treville had long known that the army was going to attack the barbarians who had been bothering them for a long time. This was a so-called just war for the Romans, and they were naturally extremely supportive.

Luga wore a hard leather cuirass, a wolfskin shawl on his shoulders that was customary for senior officers, and a purple cloak on his back, echoing the purple clothes on his body, showing everyone his special status as a nobleman of the purple family.

And Odyss, who also rode alongside Luga, because to witness everything on the battlefield, he also had to be prepared for his own safety.

He wears a high-topped iron helmet lined with a chainmail hood, after all, a nimble head is always much stronger than a mutilated body.

The war horses under the crotches of Luga and his party stepped on a field of flower petals, and the petals in the sky fell like raindrops, flapping lightly on their iron helmets and shoulders.

Citizens on both sides of the road watched Luga's guards pass by with flowers in their hands, and the priests of the city church had been waiting for a long time at the city gate.

He held a brass basin in his hand, wore a golden cross on his chest, and spoke to Luga over and over again, as if praying for God to give the Romans strength over their enemies.

The clergy around him stood in the middle of the city gate with Rabelan flags, until Luga's arrival blocked their way.

Seeing the Banner of Rabelan, Luga understood the meaning of this, and he explained to Odysses with a smile: "It's really not a coincidence, it seems that God is also on our side!" ”

So saying, Luga turned over and dismounted, and came to the priest in full view of everyone and knelt on one knee, and the priest was still silently reciting, and took up the basin of water, and the attendant beside him hurriedly poured the "holy oil" into the basin.

"O people of God, may you be able to gain his favor and fight for his kingdom and finally overcome all." The priest whispered silently, his right hand stirring in the basin of water, and finally reached out and slapped his hand mixed with oil and water against the wolfskin shawl that slapped on Luga's helmet and shoulders.

This is a blessing from God, and although Luga knows that it is just a simple ritual, it is extremely sacred in the eyes of others, because being baptized with "holy oil" is not something that can be done by casual people.

At the end of the ceremony, the clergyman, who was holding the Rabelan flag, strode up to Luga and solemnly handed the Rabelan flag in his hand to Luga.

"In God's name, invincible!"

It was like a slogan, and the clergy's voice was so loud that all the witnesses present could hear it clearly.

Luga was silent, but smiled at the priesthood, took the Rabelan flag with both hands, and rose. All this made Odyss, who looked north at Luga's back on the war horse behind him. Luga must not have noticed that there was a pair of approving eyes looking at him on his back, and of course, this was what he needed most!

Walking out of the city gate with the flag on his shoulder, the soldiers on both sides of the road lined up neatly, they stood up straight and stared straight ahead to be inspected by Luga.

The armor-clad centurion or centurion was in the front row, followed by mostly soldiers in leather and linen armor.

Luga passed in front of them with a flag, and the mere act of carrying the flag brought tears to the eyes of many of them.

Odeszema followed Luga unhurriedly forward, looking curiously at the weeping soldiers on both sides of the road, and could not help but sigh: it was a miracle for Rome to be able to have a general who could be supported by the soldiers!

Arecio also arrived, in the middle of the army, dressed in a toga robe, like a formal outfit.

Luga walked up to him unhurriedly to see what kind of disgruntled remarks this fellow who had been angry a while ago.

"I have to say, your solution is still better than mine, I admit it, Luga." Arecio smiled helplessly at Luga with open arms and continued, "You are more murderous than I am, Flavis. Luga! ”

"Of course, Arecio, great empires are not sustained by humility." Luga smiled at Arecio, his words chilling with cold words.