"The northern banks of Strasbourg were found by the Huns, who attacked our outpost and killed all the garrisons at the outpost with the utmost brutality."

In the Roman Senate, the elder Odyss, holding the arrows brought back by the scouts, showed it to Augustus Valentinian, who was sitting in it.

The patriarchs couldn't make up their minds, mainly because as long as Augustus made up his mind at the most critical time, after all, when something went wrong, except Augustus, no one was responsible for him.

Valentinian sat in the midst of the senators, knowing full well that the group was nothing more than an old group of foxes, although they all looked at him in unison.

It felt like a thorn in his back, as if the old guys behind him were like wolves drinking blood, staring at Valentinian's back with eyes glowing with a faint green light.

Valentinian couldn't help but start to tremble, and he felt that the patriarchs behind him were beasts in Toga's robes, their claws clenching the sharp, deadly daggers hidden under Toga's robes.

They would come at any moment with begging eyes, reach out and hold Valentinian's purple robe, cry and pray pitifully, while grasping Valentinian so that he could not move, and then a group of people would raise the daggers that had been hidden and stab him into a fishing net and fall into a pool of blood, like Caesar on high, etc., what did they call themselves?

"Caesar?"

Odyssey frowned, because seeing Valentinian sitting there absentmindedly would make him wonder if Valentinian had listened to him properly.

This call instantly made the running Valentinian tremble like an electric shock, and he was instantly pulled back to reality from the fear in his heart, the poor child gasped softly, and looked left and right at the patriarchs beside him, they cast puzzled glances at him, as if asking why Valentinian was stunned, and quickly came up with an idea.

A group of old men, looking at a child who may be half their age and hoping that he will be able to call the shots, is a very strange thing in itself.

"What?" Valentinian looked up at Odyss, who was on the podium, and at the arrow in Odyss' hand, his eyes confused.

"Make up your mind, Caesar, the Huns, we are about to invade, we have lost our last chance to talk to them, and we must face the terrible demon of Attila." Odysses spoke calmly, but Valentinian panicked in his heart.

"Oh, oh!"

Perhaps for the first time, everyone pinned their hopes and guidance on themselves, and Valentinian was a little uncomfortable for a while. Isn't that what he's dreamed of? But at this juncture, I ran out of ideas for a while.

When did he take the idea himself? Since birth, he has lived under the rules of the purple room, what he should eat and wear every day, he has never had autonomy, even if he chooses his wife, he has no right.

Now he had a chance, but he began to hesitate again, confused, yes, unimaginably confused in front of him, as if it was a thick, fog that could not see the road ahead, obscuring his eyes, making him unable to see whether the road ahead was a smooth road or an abyss.

As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning, and the most difficult thing is often when you stand at the fork in the road and make a choice.

"Idea, what's your idea?" Valentinian broke into a cold sweat, put his hands on his lap and tightly grasped the robe that covered his legs, and looked up at Odyss, his eyes empty and devoid of expression.

"Forget it, Caesar is just a child."

At this time, one of the patriarchs could not stand it anymore, and stood up to mediate with the patriarchs who wanted to wait and even put psychological pressure on them. Hopefully, they won't push too hard, but Valentinian can't bear the pressure and run away.

When he saw that his voice had managed to attract the attention of all the elders present, they all turned to look at him, and with puzzled eyes, the fellow cleared his throat and said, "I propose that now is the most critical juncture, and the Rhine line has always been Flavis. Luga's domain, or let Augustus Flavis in the east. Luga, come and solve this problem. ”

"Ha, Your Excellency means that you want to instruct Augustus to deal with this problem, and Your Excellency has the courage to summon Augustus, otherwise this Augustus position will be left to Your Excellency to sit."

The patriarchs in the front row humiliated the younger patriarch with a yin and yang weirdness, which drew laughter. Among them, I am afraid that only Valentinian cast a grateful glance at him.

"Allow me to know your name, Your Excellency." Standing on the podium, Odus asked the young fellow.

"Petronius. Maximus! The patriarch replied.

"Oh yes, Petronius, from Brindisi in southern Italy, is a family of some years." Odysses nodded and emphatically said, "But I have to warn you again, Your Excellency, that what you just said is very dangerous, very dangerous. ”

Maximus nodded slightly, and sat down as if nothing had happened just now. This is not surprising, after all, all the patriarchs present have a dream of Augustus, but no one dares to say it.

"We're not financially optimistic right now." "According to the practice of the Huns, since they have tasted the sweetness for the first time, they will invade with all their might, just as they did in Dacia, and Attila will only surpass it. We must recruit more soldiers to fight the long line of defense on the Rhine. Otherwise, it is hard for me to imagine that Attila, once he crossed the Rhine Line, would be an unimaginable disaster for the defenseless Roman hinterland..."

At this point, the nobles present were silent, because this really touched their bottom line, because Gaul is the place where they make money, and the so-called cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. It's a big deal, and of course they're not going to be tough in that regard.

"This matter is not negotiable, but can only give Attila a taste of our power!"

"For the sake of holy Rome, where the land of freedom is not ravaged by barbarians, I have decided to fight to the end!"

"We can hire excellent soldiers to deploy on the Rhine Line, let Attila come, and see if his horses can break through our strong walls!"

"We need good commanders, and we need troops to fight for Rome!" The slogans of the patriarchs are surprisingly unanimous, and it is hard to imagine how amazing the financial and material resources that can erupt from such a large group of rich landlords who are determined to accomplish something.

Under the cry, Arecio's heart was excited, and he turned his head to Paul beside him and said: "It seems that I must write a letter to Luga, I think that with his prestige and appeal, I can mobilize the soldiers of the whole Roman world to fight, we will drink the blood with our spears, and we will continue to fight until we finally conquer everything, God bless Rome!" ”

In the same way, Paul was so excited that he burst into tears, nodded his head again and again, and said, "Yes, yes, Your Excellency, we need the spear of the Empire!" ”