"I'm so sorry for what happened to your father, I'm sorry, Torrismon, and I don't think there's a better way to express my feelings or comfort you at this time than to mourn."

"The world is unpredictable, Caesar." Torris nodded uncontrollably, but there was still a hint of sadness on his expression.

Luga seemed to be able to empathize with his pain, but reality did not allow him to show much pity for the poor creature in front of him.

"Tell me, son of Theodoric." Luga quickly adjusted his tone, and then he said to Torrismon, "Attila retreated, he was defeated, but there were still a large number of soldiers behind him who supported him, and perhaps still supported him. ”

"We're not afraid, the Goths don't care how many people Attila has at all, the Goths only care where Attila is now!" Torrismon was so adamant, he was so determined, and even began to be a little stubborn, ignoring the dissuasion of others.

"I know what you're thinking, but, Torrismon, now is not the time to be rash, as you can see, Attila and his soldiers have paid a terrible price, their corpses are covered with the river, and the soldiers are too tired to continue the battle."

"I don't care, Augustus of Rome!" Torrismon stared at Luga with wide eyes, a momentum that no one could stop, even if it was Augustus of the Roman Empire in front of him. "It would be better if the corpses of the Huns blocked the river in front of us, for we would march on their corpses and avenge our dead king by plunging our spears and iron swords mercilessly into their throats."

Torrismon's stubbornness surprised Luga, but Luga was a person who had seen the world after all, how could he be shocked by such a small slap.

Although Luga didn't say it, he had already included Torismon in the list of extremely dangerous guys in his heart, no way, Torrismon, who made you openly contradict today's Augustus, the most authoritative person in the known world.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded not far away and was getting closer and closer, and Luga looked in that direction with Torismun, only to see that it was Aetius, who was clean, except for some barely visible dust on his body when he rode around, and the rest could really be described as glamorous.

After all, Aetius did not personally participate in the battle, and even the losses of his soldiers in this battle were almost negligible.

It seems that this is the real spectator, and the predator who participates in the fruits of victory.

He approached slowly, much to Torrismont's astonishment, as to how this lazy fellow had been able to thwart his father's repeated attacks in Gaul near Nar.

"Aetius, you've come just in time."

When Luga saw Aetius coming, he thought of using Aetius to suppress the stubborn Goth, quench his desire to fight, and thus dispel the idea of going into battle again, and finally put an end to this damned war.

Luga beckoned Aetius to come forward, and casually gestured to Torrismon beside him, and continued, "There seems to be some disagreement among us now, Aetius. ”

"What's the matter, Caesar?"

Aetius, who seemed to be in great shape, stepped forward and listened attentively to Lugar's side, looking attentive.

"Oh yes, that's right, listen to me." Luga thought for a moment, and hurriedly continued: "Our allies are bent on fighting, and they demand to force their way from here to the headquarters of Attila's military camp on the opposite side. ”

"Moto? Where to go and what? Aetius didn't know if he was going to cooperate with Luga or if he really felt that it was crazy to do so, but his expression was very surprised.

"Go kill Attila!"

Torismon replied categorically, without hesitation, without hesitation.

"Oh my God, Torismon, I understand your mood right now, but, I have to say, our soldiers, well, they're really, really tired, plus we've eaten up our rations, hey, you know, without supplies, our soldiers are really unsustainable, yes, unsustainable." Aetius is worthy of being a politician for many years, and he naturally has a set of prevarication, but I saw him talk for a long time, but in the end it is still that theme, and now Lao Tzu is sleepy, tired and a little hungry, and he has no strength to play with you, a little hairy child.

Torrismon's face turned blue and white with anger, and it was not difficult to see that he was so impatient and angry because of the kicking of the ball by the two Roman leaders.

Torrismon could not understand Flavis. Why did Luga and Aetius suddenly stop when they were chasing after this victory, this is not considered to be a good thing to take, this is obviously a return to the mountain, Torismon cannot tolerate this happening.

"Torrismon!"

At this moment Torrismond heard someone behind him calling out to him in Germanic language, and he could understand it, and he turned back to see Merovy, king of the Franks, standing not far away.

His clothes were covered with dust, and the knees of his trousers were particularly glaring, and although he had slapped them more than once before, the marks that had not bounced off were particularly glaring.

He stood there, with tears in the corners of his eyes, a big man, and even the leader of a tribe, turned out to be so embarrassed, he was also strong, at least that's it, and he was not afraid to let the others present see it clearly.

Behind him stood a large group of equally disgraced fellows, his Frankish warriors, who, though scattered in the battle with the Huns, had regrouped them by the discovery of their conscience, not expecting that the battle had come to an end.

How much he was wronged, I'm afraid that the other people present were deeply puzzled, and he Aetius would not know.

I saw that Aetius deliberately cleared his throat and made a very heavy sound, and then said to Meloway: "Merovie, good boy, you know that at this time, you should not make a fuss here, this is not the time to be rash. ”

"I think very clearly, Lord Aetius." Merovi interrupted Aetius, who continued to look at Torismon, "I heard that Torismon wants to cross the river to attack Attila, so I specially took my soldiers with me!" ”

Torres couldn't help nodding his head, which made Luga and Aetius gloomy on the side, obviously, they didn't want Torrismon to be too vocal among the coalition forces, but his brilliance was difficult to hide, which made Luga and Aetius very worried.

They looked at each other, and for a moment, the Roman spear and shield seemed to read each other's thoughts and came to a consensus.

At this time in the barracks of Attila, north of the Marne.

The retreating soldiers did not have time to rest, so they immediately sorted out the few remaining arrows and began to defend.

As the soldiers busily walked through it, Attila sat on the wooden steps outside his tent, staring at the blood-red river strewn with corpses.

"My king!"

Odystes stood behind Attila, and he summoned up the courage to call out to Attila softly, but Attila was unmoved, as if he had lost his soul while fleeing.

An invincible Hun king, how can he accept the result of his fiasco at this time, I am afraid that it is because he realizes his defeat and is unwilling to come back to his senses for a long time.