The Huns retreated, but they did not leave their camp outside the city not far away, which was a rectification, after all, Attila did not have the idea of retreating casually, and no one dared to contend with him here, so that he could rest in Roman land in a grand manner.

"Looks like they're running out of stone, so they need to replenish it urgently." Andrew pointed to the soldiers outside the Hun camp opposite, who were grinding the stones so that they could deliver the deadliest blows to the enemy without harming the trebuchet.

The first battle made Luga feel unprecedented pressure, with a thousand dead in one battle, and many of the wounded struggling in dilapidated houses, because the poor medical care left many of them silent. The situation is that unconsciously, the number of soldiers is getting smaller and smaller.

"We can't afford to struggle with them over the walls here." Luga continued: "They are so powerful, and the suppression of the archers and trebuchets makes it impossible for us to raise our heads, let alone defend the city!" ”

"But there are fewer and fewer bows and arrows in the city!" Andrew brought up the current situation, which made it difficult for Luga.

"Then don't have archers!" Luga's decision made Andrew's eyes widen, he couldn't believe that Luga would say this, don't be an archer, this is easy to say, don't care about the heaviness in the back?

"Luga, you must be crazy, so how can we stop the vast Hun army?" Andrew asked hurriedly.

"I didn't say we were going to block it!" Luga's next reply left Andrew speechless, he didn't know how to answer. I could only stand there quietly and see what Luga had to say.

"Bring all the oil and grease that you can collect from all over the city, and bring all the clay pots, remember, it's the whole city!" At Luga's orders, Andrew didn't understand what it meant, but since it was the order of the Supreme Commander, he had to obey it.

Soon, all the crockpots that could be collected in the city of Thessaloniki were piled up at the door of the council hall, and as Luga had instructed, they were filled with oil, and strips of cloth were soaked in oil and hung on the crockpots.

"What is this?" This intrigued Areobinders, who went to the door of the council hall and looked down at the full crockpots that lay beneath the steps. He must have had the same doubts as the soldiers around him, how did he think that all the oil was melted together? He hurried to ask Luga, who did not explain in detail, but only told Areobindes that he had a way to defend the city!

"Oh, I hope so, Lord Luga!" Aréobindes seemed to scoff at Luga's bizarre thoughts, and he responded with a cold attitude.

"Perhaps, Lord Areobinders!" Luga also reported that he had long been displeased with him, this coward, who had been fanning the flames of the first battle, had it not been for the illustrious social status of Areobindes as a former comrade-in-arms and Areobindes as a member of the Senate of Constantinople, I am afraid that Luga would have done this damn bastard a long time ago.

Areobindes just glanced at it a few times and left the scene without saying a word, leaving Luga to direct the soldiers.

Attila was not in a hurry to attack, he sent cavalry to wander around, keeping a close eye on Thessaloniki's movements. They were all too familiar with the Luga they wanted, and they obviously wanted to see if the city had panicked because of the siege. This time, however, they were disappointed, because Luga closed the gates of the city, and there was no mutiny or exodus from the city that Attila wanted.

But half a month later, Attila did not see any reinforcements from the surrounding towns, nor did she see the turmoil in Thessaloniki. In fact, Thessaloniki was completely dispensable in his eyes, and he only wanted to make Barcellus, the Roman Partition Empire in the East, bow his head through constant destruction and massacre. And for the Romans who reneged on the contract, he only wanted to get back the 6,000 pounds of gold owed and the annual proper tribute.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent behind him was opened, and a Roman who looked completely different from him stood behind him, saluted Attila's back after all and called softly: "Attila, my king!" ”

"Odetheus, you're finally back!" Attila turned his head and looked at the Roman in front of him, "My faithful diplomat, tell me, what have you brought me for that arrogant Baseleus in Constantinople?" ”

"Sorry, my king, I didn't bring any good news." Odystes said, then saluted, "Theodosius did not submit to us so easily because we had bloodied the province of Thrace, and it seems that the comfort of the soft beds in the palatial palace of Constantinople was his greatest concern than the province. ”

"Ha, worthy of a god, a supreme god!" (Prior to this, the Roman emissaries had compared Theodosius II to the true god and Attila to the king of the lowly barbarians, in order to humiliate Attila.) Attila laughed, her tone full of mockery. After a while, his whispering stopped abruptly, and the whole person became gloomy, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Since they are unwilling to accept the conditions, then don't blame me for being ruthless!" ”

"Huns! The Huns are coming! ”

Early that morning, the silence was broken by the screams of the soldiers standing guard, and the panicked guards woke up the soldiers who were still asleep, and told them to hurry up and fasten their armor and take up their weapons to the battle post.

On the city walls, the soldiers saw the banner waving an army that stretched for several kilometers, and this time it was the full strength of the Huns, and Attila finally couldn't bear to launch a general attack!

In the city of Thessaloniki, soldiers were busy placing cans filled with oil and grease on the roofs of buildings, and arranging for soldiers to be on standby.

The ruined gates were now blocked with gravel and earth, which did not allow Attila to hesitate for a moment. They reinforced the siege engines and mounted a brass sheep's head on the head of the siege cone.

On the city wall, the Roman archers climbed the city wall, and they put the few arrows at their feet, took them out and held them tightly in their hands, waiting for the Huns to attack.

"Luga, Luga!" Andrew hurried up behind Luga and said, "It's all ready, just wait for the Huns to attack!" ”

"Good!" Luga nodded repeatedly, but after saying that, he raised his head again and looked around, muttering in his heart, so he asked, "What about this old thing Areobinus?" As is customary, he should have come to sneer at why he wasn't there this time. ”

"Probably ashamed of my timidity." Andrew explained with a haha: "This old guy should have been like this a long time ago, what he has done during this time is completely incommensurate with his position!" ”

"I hope he can do what you say, Andrew." Luga said, not thinking much of it.