54. Fate
Torrismond, the eldest son of the late old king Theodoric of Visigoths, was full of anger at this time, his face was red with anger, he lowered his head and took a deep breath, exhaled the depression in his heart, and calmed down his excitement. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info He stood outside the tent of Aetius for a while, waiting for the excitement and fury in his heart to disappear a little. I was ready to go into the tent.
The Roman tent of Aetius was much the same as the camping tent of today, it was a longhouse, but the difference was that the longhouse of the Roman military tent was not made of wood, but made of cloth to protect it from rain. Moreover, the military tent is firmly fixed to the ground, and it will not be destroyed by strong winds, heavy snowfall, or heavy rain.
Two Roman hoplites were clad in heavy chain mail lined with a red undergarment. So that they don't feel too uncomfortable wearing chain mail, these are Aetius's personal guards, and they are obviously elite.
They stood without squinting with their Latin shields, their faces full of misery. This is the taste of time, these Roman veterans are tempered people, they know the preciousness of life, but also know the cruelty of war.
Their sons or fathers died on the battlefield of the Battle of Charlon, and although the Romans were victorious, they did not have much joy as father and son. It's more sadness and helplessness, the helplessness of the people on the battlefield. In war, it is extremely painful to be awake.
The wind blew on the face of one of the older Roman hoplites standing guard, and the eyes of the older soldier were darkened, as if he was remembering something, his fate was precisely the fate of the Western Roman Empire.
At that time, young Anilin was a young, energetic young man, and his name meant glory and glory, which was the hope that his father had given him. At that time, he was full of hope for life, but the dark times, heavy taxes, and the emperor's game drove their already poor peasant family crazy.
At this time, Anilin's beloved girl became the plaything of a Roman nobleman, and he thought about fighting, but looking at his aging mother and father working in the fields, and seeing the wrinkles on his father's forehead, he gave up.
He had no way out, he had no education, even though he was a pure Roman who could no longer be pure. And the army, stable income, food, clothing, shelter, medical care. The most important thing is the opportunity for promotion, although the salary is not high, but it may be able to achieve a career.
The enthusiastic Anilyn chose this path of glory, and on the first day he entered the barracks, there was no unpleasant morale, and he soon found that the people here were almost all poor and low-class people.
The boot camp was at the regimental station, where Aynelin was trained in physical strength and discipline, as well as marching, marching, building barracks, digging trenches, organizing equipment, swimming, and horseback riding. Life is very tiring every day, but Anilin feels very fulfilling.
Thinking of this, a rare expression of happiness appeared on Anilin's face, but then it became heavy again.
Later training was often abandoned, and soldiers were treated as free labor by officers or magistrates.
But in order to be promoted and the dream and glory in his heart, Ainilyn still insisted on training hard and fought bravely on the battlefield. Later, he was favored by Aetius as his personal guard.
But Anilin's dream never came true, and so far, he is still a small soldier without any power, even as a personal guard of Aetius, but his salary has been slightly increased, he has not been deducted by the officers, and his treatment is much better.
Torrismond glanced at the Roman soldiers standing guard and strode into the Roman tent.
Aetius was standing with a serious face, his hands behind his back, looking at the old papyrus map hanging in the military tent. Aetius had already accepted the guards' report, so it was not surprising to Torrismond's arrival.
Aetius' confident eyes swept over Torismund's face and eyes. Said happily:
"My friend, what are you looking for me?"
Torrismond's face was rather unsightly, and he said stiffly:
"I'm here for one thing, revenge! Kill Attila, the wolf! ”
Aetius's confident face grew even thicker, and he patted Torrismond on the shoulder soothingly, and said in the tone of an elder:
"I believe in your father, and I hope you can live well, the most important thing for you at the moment is to sit firmly on the throne, and the jackals and tigers covet your throne. Attila is just a dying lion, and it won't be long before the Roman coalition can completely destroy it! ”
Torrismond's anger dissipated instantly, cold sweat broke out on the back of his forehead, and he realized that the most important thing for him at the moment was to sit on the throne, not to continue fighting, Attila no longer had any threat to himself, and the real enemy was within the Visigothic kings, those brothers and nobles who coveted their thrones.
Awakened by a word, Torrismond hurried out of the tent. Aetius smiled and looked at Torismund, who was leaving in a hurry, and the smugness in his heart was even greater, thinking about the glory of defeating Attila, and he felt that the depths of his bone marrow began to be excited.
Others didn't understand Aetius's moves, but Ye Feng, who was insightful, fully understood, Aetius knew deeply that the biggest enemy of the Roman Empire was not the Huns, but the Gallic barbarians, and once the Huns were eliminated, the Gallic barbarians would turn their spearhead to the Western Roman Empire.
The Battle of Charon was almost a one-man show of the Visigoths, and if the Huns were completely destroyed and Attila was killed, the prestige of the Visigoths would surely rise. Moreover, Aetius's original policy was to keep peace with the Huns in order to balance the Gallic barbarians.
According to the history of later generations, after the collapse of the Hun Empire, the Visigoths invaded the Western Roman Empire and sacked the Roman City, the empress of ten thousand cities that had not been entered by foreign armies for eight hundred years, and the Western Roman Empire perished.
And Ye Feng was not as desperate as the other soldiers, he said to everyone in front of Attila, Immortal Heaven will definitely save the Holy Warriors! The Roman coalition will fall apart and disband itself.
In the crowd, the Huns and other barbarians knelt on the ground and prayed to the immortals, and those who did not believe in the immortal heavens also prayed with the believers, because desperation made them do everything they could, including prayers.
The crowd is like the sea, and the prayers are like the waves. Led by Ye Feng, dressed in a golden robe and holding a golden horse-headed scepter, he prayed with the other twelve disciples and dozens of black-clothed archbishops and others.