It was another battlefield, and there was no one to clean up the corpses in one place, and presumably both sides of the battle had no time to care about these poor dead.

I'm afraid that a week has passed this time, and the bodies of the victims are spread all over the jungle floor, and the bushes have been crushed by them, and the corpses have turned purple and have corpse spots. I endured the stench and walked into this battlefield that had been over for a long time, looking at these highly decomposed corpses, some of which had even revealed their bones, which must have been the work of hungry wolves.

Flies flew unscrupulously over these corpses, and even burrowed into me, damn it, I hadn't bathed in a while, but I was much fresher than the minced meat in that place! Does this fly like fresh?

There were corpses lying on the ground, their flesh was rotten, but the armor and weapons on their bodies did not lose their original form so easily, no, I dispersed and picked up a sword in the pile of slimy minced flesh.

The blade was already rusty, and it would be a great test of courage to use it, so I threw it away.

At the same time, I found a broken spear on the ground, a broken shield, and I couldn't tell what it was with the mark on the shield, and I probably couldn't tell why it was left untouched.

And from the corpses that still have their bodies left, if the Roman soldiers look tattered now, then they are a bunch of beggars at my feet. There were men and women, so many of them basically didn't have any protective armor and helmets, and only a few of them could wear chain mail, which must have been a big officer, but the chain mail was rusty and difficult to reuse. What kind of war is this, there is not even a decent soldier.

I'm still curious, and despite the horrible appearance of their death and decay, and the urge to vomit, I decided to explore in order to find out which part of the group they belong to. But this is only the beginning, there are hundreds of corpses on such a large battlefield, and there is always one that can give me the answer.

The hard work paid off, and I made a big discovery on this, well, I mean, I found a helmet, yes, just a helmet. To my surprise, however, this helmet was similar to the helmet I used by their infantry when I was in the Roman army, a barbarian face guard, rudimentary almost made of pieces of iron.

I don't dare to conclude that this battle must have something to do with the Romans on the basis of a helmet, and I don't believe that Aetius could have arrived here sooner than I did, though I don't know where it was.

"If this is a trip west along the Rhine and there are traces of the Romans, then I can be sure that this is the territory of the Bagouda athletes."

I secretly speculate that for the Ba Gouda movement, I personally think that it is just a group of lawless slaves making trouble and rioting for their "freedom", and the time is still so long, basically there is a slave system, and there will be rebellious slaves to join the Ba Gouda movement. And then, and then I didn't know anything about them.

I continued to look for enough evidence to support my hypothesis.

Holding on to the trunk of the tree that had been stained with blood, I continued to walk forward, and came to a slightly empty place, because there were no trees here, it must have been a winding path for a day, because it was obscured by corpses, so I couldn't see the road.

But at this time, I saw a banner that proved my suspicions, and that was a flag set up in the midst of the pile of corpses. The flag was planted on the ground, and a stiff hand was clenched tightly underneath, and the corpses around it were all dressed in blackened leather armor.

The flag, both on the pole and on the tattered flag that had changed color, was crawling with flies, and I walked over and alarmed them, and the flies scattered and fled, causing me to retreat again and again.

When the flies were almost gone, I dared to take a few steps forward. I finally touched this flag that had been placed for a long time, and after the wind and rain, it was now as rotten as a strip of cloth, but the uppercase P word on it was still so conspicuous, and there was no trace of damage.

The "P" is the symbol of Rome, so it is easy to explain, and one of the two sides of the battle here is the army of the Romans, but I don't know which one it is.

"Whose troops are they?"

This was the active area of the Bagunda movement, and there was a war with the Roman forces here, but it was impossible for Aetius to rush to recover the province that had been plagued by the Bagouda movement in such a short period of time without giving his troops a little respite.

Then look at the corpses lying on the ground, almost none of them wear armor, so to speak, there is no regular soldier's armor, and there is no decent weapon, only this flag symbolizes that it belongs to Rome, so it should be considered a self-defense army or a Roman mercenary.

Then this should be a good explanation, the slaves attacked the Roman towns and followed the nobles in this area under the banner of emancipation, then they would inevitably be counterattacked, so that the Roman nobles could not be rescued by the imperial legions at this time, and now they are facing a threat, so they will not be helpless. So they hired and recruited a group of poorly equipped soldiers to defend against the attack of the participants of the Bagunda movement, and they were like beggars anyway, so they didn't care if there was a big difference. As for why these nobles don't leave in such a chaotic area, then it must be because they still have a bit of luck for Rome, this is full of areas where their interests are, and if they lose here, they will lose the source of money, what kind of nobles are nobles without money? So they held on to what appeared to be a fallen area, waiting for Aetius' legions to come and crush the mob.

I guessed so many things at once, and although I didn't know if it was right or wrong, I did feel very proud in my heart. I put the flag back on the pile of corpses, because it really didn't do anything to me.

"Don't move!"

A warning came from behind me, which caught me off guard, scared my whole body trembling, and I stood still and didn't dare to move.

"Put down your weapon."

The voice behind me sounded again, the key was to use the Latin I knew, I didn't know the details of the other party, and I had to choose to obey in this regard.

I threw my rifle to the ground and stood up straight, my fingers crossed behind my head, giving the impression that I had indeed surrendered.