In the past two months, Luga has used such extremely inhumane means to squeeze out a team of nearly 8,000 people from the refugees, and equipped them with corresponding officers to train day and night.

Everything seemed so possible, the soldiers practiced day and night, and the torches lit up Thessaloniki day and night, so that the city could be seen from afar. This was Luga's idea, after all, such a conspicuous city would inevitably attract the attention of the invading Huns, but with so many defenders here, it was indeed necessary for the Huns to think about it if they wanted to attack Thessaloniki.

"With the addition of these 8,000 people, we are only more than 10,000 people." Luga was a little frustrated, but in addition to being a little more depressed, he was even more helpless, and then he began to complain about Allassis, "The biggest lie I have come here to listen to is you, Your Excellency!" The 20,000 men said were the sum of the garrison and field patrol forces of Thessaloniki and Amphipolis and Perintos and Dilachium! That is to say, under my feet, around me, in the city in which I am located, there is a garrison of less than 3,000 men! ”

"Lord Luga! Lord Luga! Anlasis was full of smiles, he also understood his mistakes, and it really made Luga's estimation of the current situation a little optimistic!

However, the enthusiasm of Anlasis was not forgiven by Luga, who snorted coldly and continued: "I hope that when the Huns attack, I can see the posture of Your Excellency fighting bravely and not the back of fleeing. These prosaic words pierced Anlasis's heart deeply, and he was so angry that his face was red, but he was helpless, after all, he was at fault first. Then he could only choose to be silent, silently waiting for Luga to deal with the current situation, as if Luga did not have enough options.

"Luga, I now have to tell you solemnly that Perintos has fallen, and the Huns, who have mastered siege techniques, do not take our strong walls seriously at all, and we have to admit that the strong walls cannot stop the Huns." Areobinders' tone was heavy, and it was naturally uncomfortable to hear Luga in his ears, but he didn't show it outwardly.

"So what." Luga shrugged his shoulders and sat down in his seat with his hands on the table, playing with his fingers crossed, everything was like what Luga said, so what.

The scene became very deserted for a while, the whole council hall was silent, no one knew what to do next, Areobindes raised his head and looked at the stone pillar above his head, Anlasis lowered his head, and from time to time secretly glanced at Luga who was sitting in the middle, Luga was still playing with his fingers, it seemed that he had no way, maybe today would only be mediocre.

"Woo-woo-woo-" The long and somewhat peculiar sound of the horn sounded, breaking the silence of the entire city and even the three people sitting in it in this instant, and Anlasis was worthy of being a veteran of a hundred battles, and he bounced as if he was suddenly excited about such a situation.

"This is not the sound of a Roman trumpet!" Anlasis then shouted, "Damn, could it be that the bastard you least want to meet has appeared!" ”

Not only Anlasis, but also Areobindes, both of them and the guards in the chamber looked at Luga, who was sitting there, as if the sound of the trumpet had no effect on him at all.

"In this way, the disaster is ahead of schedule!" Luga said as he played with his fingers.

"Anyway, Lord Luga, we don't have time here to think about issues that no longer make sense,"

At the sound of the horn, the soldiers, whether standing guard or training, panicked, and they picked up the nearest weapons in groups of three or five, like migrating cattle. They swarmed up the walls, their eyes wide as they looked in the direction from which the trumpet came, and everyone waited in silence.

After a while, Luga joined them with Areobindes and Anlasis, and stood at the front of the wall, looking at the Huns coming from afar. At this time, the soldiers guarding inside the city wall were quiet and strange, not one of them made a sound or even gasped for breath, and Luga even noticed that the soldier beside him was constantly shaking his hands, looking at his face, his face was covered with beads of sweat, and the sweat was dripping down his helmet, which could not hide his horror at this time.

The first thing that caught the eye was the large number of Hun cavalry, which stretched in a row for a full kilometer, and behind them were tall catapults, operated by servants from the areas conquered by the Huns.

The Hun cavalry stood side by side, wearing leather helmets with dogs' tails on their heads, dark leather armor on their chests, wooden bows in their left hands and arrows in their right hands, as if they were ready to rain down dead arrows on Thessalonica, where the Romans had gathered.

Luga's attraction was the Hun in the middle of the army, who rode on a tall horse, and most prominently the golden laurel crown of Romanesque jewels set with conspicuous gems on his head. The silver chainmail hood hung from the top of his head to his shoulders, and he was draped in a large, heavy cape sewn with various patterns, and underneath it was a breastplate made of silver metal sheets. The Huns around him followed closely behind him, and he exuded an aura that was different from everyone else, as if he would involuntarily surrender under his horse's hooves. And the large number behind him, probably he is the leader of the Huns in front of him, Lu Jia thought secretly in his heart.

"Fifty units! In total, there were fifty catapults! A soldier pointed to the Huns' formation and shouted at the others behind him. The soldiers standing beneath the walls, as well as the civilians, began to panic in varying degrees, whispering and looking terrified.

"It seems that they are attacking all the places that can be attacked non-stop, and we are unfortunately the next attack line to escape." Areobindes looked at the overwhelming Hun army and involuntarily exclaimed.

At this time, only a horse flew out of the formation of the Hun army, he looked like a lieutenant general, and as he got closer and closer, Luga could tell from his face that he was not a Hun at all, but a Roman who served the Huns!

"Our King is showing you our unbeatable might!" The lieutenant seemed to have won too many victories, so not only the tone of his voice, but also the high head and the unconcealable arrogance in his expression revealed an unconcealable arrogance to Luga: "In the same way, my king is showing you his mercy, because you still have a chance, or you resist, we will kill you all and raze this place to the ground, if you choose to surrender, hand over all the treasure and food here, and we will let you live!" ”

"Luga, what are we going to do?" Everyone looked at Luga, but Luga didn't say a word, and it seemed that he was really in trouble.