Luga stared at the tremendous pressure, and raised his head haughtily in the face of thousands of eyes to show his noble status as Augustus.

The Romans stood still, watching their allies Goths attack in vain, and Luga was already the target of public criticism.

He didn't justify himself, not even a word of explanation, he silently resisted all this, and became a treacherous in the eyes of the soldiers and politicians present.

After all, the king doesn't need to be considerate, which in itself is the loneliness of being a king.

The Visgoths crawled out of the river of blood, and they headed in the direction of going back, and none of them wanted to stop, they were going home, so desperate, and so anxious to go home, away from here, this plain that had made their kings fall and had deprived them of too many brave soldiers.

Luga didn't even make any reservations about their departure, not even a word of goodbye, he just stood where he was, quietly watching the back of the Visgoths in the distance.

The next day, the blood floating on the Marne had already been washed away and purified, and even the floating corpses had disappeared without a trace, along with the army of servants standing on the other side of the river.

Only the newly built fortress sat there alone, facing Luga's army, the last bastion against which Attila held them back.

Attila left, and the grandeur of his arrival was in stark contrast to the silence after leaving, and I am afraid that Attila still did not come out of that defeat.

He needed time to adjust, and that precious time gave Rome a chance to breathe, though Attila's loss was nothing compared to Luga's.

"Andrew." Luga beckoned back until Andrew walked briskly forward to be dispatched.

"Let the wounded soldiers stand back, and dismiss the civilian soldiers who have been improvised on the spot, and tell them that they have faithfully fulfilled their duty to protect Rome, that Rome will not forget what they have done, and that they can go home." Luga said unhurriedly, or he sighed softly.

"Caesar." Andrew asked, "What about the army, are we going to do something?" ”

"Oh yes." Luga nodded and continued, "We need to gather all the rations we can supply the soldiers, and then head north to push our line back to the Rhine." ”

"Caesar." Aetius appeared out of nowhere, and he came behind Luga, bowed respectfully, and said slowly: "I think this is the end of the matter, but according to my soldiers, there are still some damned Burgundians in Ludug Gaul, Caesar, and I have to go back and deal with these troublesome bugs." ”

"I can understand what you mean, Lord Aetius." Luga nodded and continued, "It is the duty of a soldier to fight for Rome, go, Lord Aetius, and let the Burgundians know how wrong it is to have two hearts in Roman soil." ”

Aetius saluted again and left, the corners of Luga's mouth slightly raised, and his expression was accompanied by a cold snort.

Aetius had just found a ridiculous reason to leave, for it was no longer worth staying, and as the opportunist with the least loss in this battle, he had to open his mouth wide and bite into the fruits of the victory at the Battle of Chalon, and tear off his share.

Luga didn't bother to fight with him, and now he had more important things to do.

Over the next month, Luga led an army of 40,000 men northward, inspecting the land ravaged by Attila.

Everywhere there were tortured and highly decomposed corpses, even the bones of the wolves hollowed out, and the ruined villages, which could almost be described as razed to the ground.

Everywhere there was lifelessness, there was no living thing, and even the birds in the woods had lost their voices, and no longer sang merrily, but they trembled under the terror of the "whip of God" and survived in silence.

"It's gone, there's nothing." Andrew looked at the ruins around him, a sad expression inadvertently crept up his face, he had never been so confused, as if he was fortunate to be working hard to cultivate crops, and when he was about to harvest a violent storm, all the fruits of sweat and hard work were wiped out in an instant.

"Caesar, Caesar, look at it, this is the land you spent more than ten years saving, there is no more, there is nothing!" Andrew cried outside, looking again and again at the carriage that held the curtains tightly.

Along the way, Luga sat in the carriage as if he had closed himself up, and he didn't look at the miserable situation outside, it was like hell.

Yes, as Andrew said, everything is gone, just like the farmer in front of the field that he has already destroyed, what can he say except to kneel on the ground and look up to the sky and ask why God is so mean?

Luga was not a farmer, but Augustus, the first citizen of the Roman Empire, who could not show the world that he had a mortal side, especially a weak side.

simply out of sight and out of mind, just think that the more than ten years of hard work is a dream.

Luga closed his eyes tightly, and he sat on the soft cushion, and Arecio sat beside him, turning his head sideways, looking at Augustus, who was not touched by the wailing outside the car.

In his left hand, he held a fragment of the spear of Longinus, which had broken into three pieces, and in his right hand he held the golden scepter of the soldier commander he had once given, and he held it tightly and did not let go for a moment.

"Where is this?"

After a long time, Luga opened his mouth and asked Arecio, who was sitting next to him, in a hoarse voice.

Arecio lifted the corner of the curtain and looked out, he knew the northern Gaul region as if it were his own home.

"After Trier, you'll be on the Rhine at once, Caesar."

After hearing Arecio's answer, Luga took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, as if he was thinking about something, but as if he couldn't make up his mind.

"You're worried, Caesar." Arecio said cautiously, "This can be done all over again, and there is no need to blame yourself too much." ”

"No, not really." Luga shook his head slightly, "Let's not go to the Rhine." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Agripena."

"You still don't believe the facts, and you insist on going to see it, right?" "I still can't forget that woman, already, well, absent woman." ”

"People always need to think a little bit about living in this world." Luga looked at Arecio and smiled bitterly, "Just let me go and have a look, so that I can die and never think about those past events again." ”

Another week, when the army came to the foot of Agripina, the crumbling walls and the bones of the crosses crucified on both sides of the road silently told the story of Attila's atrocities, and the horrific sight of the army passing through it shocked every soldier present.

There were still people in the city, but there were no one in ten than before, and they stared at the Roman army from afar, which meant that Attila had left, and the Romans had regained control of the land in bloodshed.

Luga's carriage did not stop, but followed Arecio's guidance towards the shelter outside the city, which was a house made of stone.