"You, what are you doing?"

Remitius could no longer pretend to be the vicissitudes of life after experiencing the wind and waves, his tone trembled a little, and his expression was even more panicked. Luga was behind him, his eyes red and swollen, like a desperate beast.

Everyone was afraid that such a near-broken creature would do anything that he could not control, especially the gentle pull of the blade. Although there are a large number of people, but

"Andrew, is the horn belted?" In retrospect, Luga had always been Andrew in charge of assembling the army, so a bullhorn was a treasure he carried with him.

"Bring it!" Andrew said, hurriedly took out the horn hidden under the cloak behind him, now the tent is torn and trampled under the feet of the soldiers, if Andrew blows the horn, then the entire Ninth Army plus an auxiliary legion of nearly 10,000 troops will surround this place, and then see who can speak in this barracks!

"Woo, woo......" Andrew mustered up all his strength and blew the horn of the rally, the loud horn resounded throughout the camp, such a loud sound would inevitably make the entire legion work.

"Come on, come on my legion!" Luga gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, "If you want to kill me, no way, no way, none of you want to run today, traitor, coward, beast!" ”

But the trumpet sounded for a long time, and there was no sound in the camp. The whole camp felt as if it were dead, and after a long time, Luga didn't even hear any footsteps coming towards it.

"What's going on? What's going on? What about the people, what about my people, the legion, my legion! Suddenly, Luga was a little panicked, but he did not dare to let go for a moment, lest the soldiers who were eyeing him seize the opportunity to relax, so that he would no longer have any hole cards in his hand.

"Luga, what's going on?" Andrew let go of his horn, his face pale and panicked, his back to Luga, looking around at the soldiers facing each other with their swords.

"Hahahaha, give up, Aurius. Luga! "Remitius had no fear at this time, even the iron sword that killed him in minutes buried the sharp blade in the flesh of his fat neck at this moment." Your legion has turned its back on you, Aurius. Luga, they chose to compromise in the face of power, and this is normal. Are you just a small, nameless captain, the adopted son of Augustus? Hah, it's just a tool! ”

Remitius said a lot of frustrating words, but Luga didn't listen to a word, he was thinking hard about the current passive situation, the soldiers around him were Aetius's subordinates, Luga was not clear about Remitius's attitude, because when he saw Remitius being kidnapped, Aetius's eyes did not show even a little uneasiness, and even made Luga feel that Remitius's anger would not have any impact on Aetius, why? Aren't they good "comrades-in-arms" who are in the same boat? Why is this so, is the seemingly indestructible alliance actually so vulnerable? Luga didn't know what Aetius was thinking, didn't he really take the life of Remitius, who felt like a master, in his eyes? Or did he already know the danger of the cunning political creature of Remitius, and so he wanted to get rid of this scourge by Luga's hand?

"Give up, Luga." Aetius said unhurriedly, "Your army was sent out of the camp by me before dawn. Aetius waved the scepter in his hand, faced Luga, and said with a smile: "See, this is power, everyone must obey, even you, the adopted son of Augustus." ”

One adopted son, although he was adopted by Augustus, it was a blessing for eight lifetimes, because then he could soar into the sky and enter the life of the upper echelons of the empire, but as everyone can see, Luga did not live a day here. Hatred didn't have time to take revenge, and before the wish could be fulfilled, it encountered an unprecedented predicament, the calculations of the elite aristocracy.

"You have really taken great pains, Lord Aetius, no, Marshal Aetius, my dear sir!" Luga hid behind Remitius's fat body, and he no longer hid it from Aetius.

"You ......" Aetius paused for a moment, finally choosing to remain silent.

"Heh, you are still firmly behind the traitor." Luga looked lonely, he lowered his head, muttered for a moment, and suddenly raised his iron sword and stabbed it fiercely into Remitius's thigh!

"Ah!!h

Remitius screamed, and the penetrating scream instantly pierced everyone's hearts, causing everyone present to tremble in their shoulders. But they didn't take a step forward after all, but watched from the sidelines. Remytius's right leg was bleeding profusely, his facial expressions were twisted together in pain, and he wanted to kneel, but Luga held him and did not allow him to have a moment of comfort, so he could only half-squat, not daring to endure the pain silently.

"Is it, also distressed?" Luga smiled bitterly and questioned the soldiers around him, "Victory is in sight, but what about it, it's lost, it's lost!" Do you know how much I paid for it? ”

They listened silently, even Aetius, who sat down slowly, and handed the scepter back to the chief of guard behind him, for it was now nothing more than a golden stick.

"Syracuse, in order to save the city, my soldiers have dyed the sea red! What about you! Where are you? At your feet, yes, under your feet, more than a thousand people died a few months ago, and we held back the Vandals with our flesh and blood, but what about you? Where are you? Luga cried out, and ripped off the scarf around his neck, which was surrounded by a horrible scar, and the skin and flesh were twisted together, causing all the soldiers who saw it to gasp.

"Everything today is my life, thanks to you, my dear sir, Lord Aetius!" Luga stared at Aetius, and at the end his name was squeezed out word by word.

"He turned out to be a subordinate of the marshal."

"Oh my God, the marshal turned his back on his old men."

"Will he turn his back on us like that?"

Aetius was still silent in the face of the chattering soldiers around him, he sat on the stool, silently endured criticism from all sides, he struggled in his heart, he asked himself over and over again, is it to love his country, or to love himself? But what came to mind was the conversation that made him tangled up last night, but he had to pay attention to it.

"Theodosius II wants to return to Rome, and they have absolute strength." Last night, Remitius turned his back to him, and the subject was indeed heavy.

"Aetius, don't forget, the code of Theodosius has been fully implemented in the Eastern Empire, and Augusta Platicia is also sparing no effort to promote the implementation of the code in the Western Empire, using the code of the Eastern Empire to bind the subjects of the Western Empire, and then the Romans will only recognize Theodosius, not you, Aetius."

"Think of Luga's legion, did he command the war? But if you look at his hands, three legions, what does that mean? Theodosius's shot is really generous, three legions, don't you know the strength of the Eastern Empire now? ”

"As long as the Eastern Empire marches west under the banner of the Qing monarch's side, not only will Ravenna be unbearable at that time, but the Luga army of Sicily will definitely go north to control Rome, what do you have? Your Gallic Legion? If you move eastward, then the Goths will inevitably follow, and how many steps you advance, how much land will be lost behind you! ”

"Aurius. Luga? Ha, have you forgotten how you turned your back on him? How did he appear at the most critical time, every time you defeat him, he will be a little stronger, and when the time comes, when you can't clean him up, ask the empire and even the world, who can clean him up? He will be the next Caesar, the next Constantius! And you, nothing! Nothing! ”

"Damn, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Remitius's words echoed in Aetius's head over and over again, tormenting him fidgeting and not knowing what to do. "Who is righteous and who is evil? Whom should I believe, who should I believe! ”