Half a day's battle is enough to exhaust a strong guy and put lead on his hands and feet, and it will be difficult to get back on the battlefield for the next day or even days.

It is precisely because of this that no one on the south side of the Marne is having a good time, after all, the two sides have now suffered a large number of wounded soldiers because of the all-out battle of the first contact.

The backward medical conditions did not help anything, nothing for the wounded soldiers, who could only lie in the open space specially prepared for them.

There was no medical help, so I could only listen to them wail in hoarse voices, and finally died of wound infection.

Listening to the wails of dying people was one of the worst things in the world, but Luga spent the next few days listening to their wails.

Now, the Romans were faced with a very important problem, that is, what to do with these thousands of wounded soldiers.

I have to admit that their presence has seriously slowed down the actions of the army, and even more so because they have been injured, lost their combat effectiveness, and have become out-and-out wasters, so they are wasting food.

Not only that, but the stench of wails and rotting wounds also affected the soldiers in the nearby barracks.

At least that's what the soldiers who watched from the sidelines, and although they didn't say it on the surface, they prayed inwardly that God would appear and take away their tormented souls.

Attila on the other side didn't have so many concerns, at least the wounded who should have been counted on his head were abandoned during the retreat.

Attila didn't have to worry too much, and he focused his main efforts on building the camp north of the Marne, which he made into a fortress-like fortification.

Here in Luga, they could only watch the wounded soldiers die one after another, and in order to save trouble, they directly piled them neatly on wood and burned them collectively.

At this time, the other dying wounded soldiers stopped moaning, and they looked at the burning black smoke, and without saying a word, they just watched, they were so calm, and their eyes showed despair as if they were dead.

Yes, the most terrible thing about a dying person is knowing that he is dying but he can't do anything about it.

Considering the large number of wounded soldiers and the need to regain their tired morale, the delay was a whole week. Now that there were not many opportunities left for the Romans, and seeing that the food had bottomed out, Luga realized that he now had to fight the battle to the end again.

But it was now known that Attila's army was far more numerous than the Roman army, and that for these wounded soldiers they were consuming their daily rations, which might have been fed to the able-bodied ones if they had been divided equally among the other soldiers.

"Caesar, it's time to decide, when to attack."

Malenius came behind Luga with a roll of parchment, and at this time Luga was looking out into the distance from a relatively high ground with a wide field of vision, where billowing black smoke indicated that the soldiers were disposing of the decomposing corpses so as not to cause irreparable damage to more people from becoming ill.

Disease and famine are always the greatest enemies of a large army, and Luga has already encountered one of them, so they have to make a decision before the disease breaks out.

Malenius' call made Luga turn his head, and he only glanced at the parchment scroll in Malenius' hand, and said as if he knew in advance: "Did Arecio tell you that the military rations are no longer enough?" ”

"Yes, Caesar, the army will only last the army for three days, not to mention the fact that the dead horses are still distributed to the soldiers to eat, but there are too many of them, and, and—" Malenius seemed to have something difficult to say, but after a moment of hesitation, he still spoke, "There is a phenomenon of soldiers escaping. ”

"How many?"

"Most of them were civilians, they were terrified by that battle, the number, there should be thousands..."

"Alright, Marenius!" Luga raised his hand and motioned for Malenius to say no more. "I have enough judgment about the situation in front of me, and as you know, the situation is not optimistic."

"Talk to Theodoric and the other leaders, and let them tell the soldiers to prepare for tomorrow's departure."

Soon, in the early morning of the next day, a faint white light shimmered on the horizon of Asia, dispelling half of the darkness of the sky. In this faint but growing light, the vast camp was crowded with soldiers, who began to tighten their armor, and in turn they received their shields and spears, as well as their own dry rations in the logistics area.

They waited in a line outside the camp in full dress and with enough dry rations, and after half an hour they saw Luga's chariot slowly moving out of the camp, passing in front of the people, and finally stopping in front of the tribal leaders and officers.

Facing the slightly tired and puzzled gazes of the crowd, Luga couldn't help but smile, and then said to the officers and leaders present: "As your Excellency doubted, I chose to set out in the morning, because I knew that such a battle could ruin our whole day, and it was inevitable, after all, I saw God in a dream yesterday, and he could not wait to see how we defeated the enemy. He was so anxious that he urged us to mount our horses and take up arms, and to tell us that many of us would return to his arms today, but that we would be victorious in the end, as we were always invincible. ”

The officers and tribal leaders present couldn't help but smile at each other, and from their smiles, it seemed that they were helpless, and how much they believed Luga's words, maybe only they knew themselves.

"Well, that's all I have to say." Luga couldn't stop nodding, thinking about it, racking his brains, and there weren't many words that could boost his morale.

Maybe a few words on the battlefield are worth a long speech, but how to be a leader, or a soldier on foot, has his own ideas in his heart.

At least they were heading towards the battlefield, so their common purpose was clear.

Attila had been waiting on the south bank of the river, strictly a week before.

Although the sunrise and sunset were repeated every day, Attila only saw the billowing smoke rising from the Roman military camp opposite, but did not see the Roman army coming to attack, but this still did not change his vigilance, Attila always believed in Flavies. Luga was not going to give up, and it turned out that he was right, and the Romans came!

"Order the soldiers to prepare for battle!" Attila turned to the officer behind him.

A large number of barbarian armies were assembled around Attila's banner, and they washed their tomahawks and armor in the Marne behind them, and stood in place in the same gear, staring at the approaching Roman army with their eyes fixed on it, waiting for Attila's orders.