Attila had long coveted Gaul, and the trigger for the invasion of Gaul was Holalia, an older sister of Emperor Valentinian, a princess of the Western Roman Empire, who had an affair with a chief guard at the age of seventeen and became pregnant. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Her mother, the Imperial Regent Prasidia, was so annoyed that this was a great disgrace to the royal family, and not only executed Hololia's beloved chief of the guard, but also sent her to Constantinople in the Eastern Roman Empire, where she lived in a monastery and lived a miserable life.

Filled with hatred for the Roman Empire and her mother, Hororia betrothed herself to a barbarian leader and Attila, with the Western Roman Empire as a dowry. The barbarian leader was afraid of the power of Rome and Attila. So instead of agreeing, it was Attila.

He sent emissaries to Ravenna demanding half of the territory of the Western Roman Empire as a dowry, and after receiving no response, he decided to march on the Roman possessions in Gaul.

Another reason is the Frankish kingdom under the jurisdiction of Attila, after the death of the old king, a conflict broke out between the two sons, and the Frankish civil war broke out, the eldest son turned to Attila for help, and the second son turned to Aetius for help.

Aetius rode on a tall horse and watched as the mighty army marched above the horizon, one army after another, a vast army that would not fear any opponent on the planet. Aetius was full of confidence in the coalition forces, and he confidently turned to Theodoric beside him and said:

"The huge coalition will easily defeat the Huns! I will entertain you in my luxurious mansion, my friend. ”

The old king Theodoric was not as haughty and confident as Aetius, and with a hint of doubt in his cloudy eyes, he said with a thick accent:

"I hope so"

The Roman coalition did not have the confidence of Aetius, and they were ready to die at any moment, because the enemy was too strong, and the Huns were rumored to be demons in hell, they were almost invincible, their swords and battle axes were blazing, and they were not able to live anywhere in their horses' hooves.

Attila's army had besieged Orleans, but Attila heard that the Roman coalition was coming, so he quickly retreated, and sounded the horn to recall the nomadic Huns of Ye Feng, as they were still taking captives far away.

Knowing that the consequences of a defeat in Gaul would be devastating, Attila immediately crossed the Seine, intending to fight a decisive battle at Chalon, where there was a vast plain suitable for horse racing.

This gave the Roman coalition great confidence, it turned out that the Huns were not invincible, they actually took the initiative to retreat, and the invincible Huns would actually be afraid of the coalition army.

But what Attila didn't notice was that the retreat at this point was somewhat hasty and disorderly. Attila's barbarian soldiers were not professional soldiers like Roman legionnaires. They retreated in disorder and panic, and in the darkness, many barbarian soldiers lost their way because of fear and fear.

A barbarian nobleman, dressed in a gorgeous short robe, holding a long sword in his hand, protecting his body with a round shield, looked around vigilantly, in the darkness, the ping-pong sound of weapons and shields colliding, always reminded him that death was hidden in the darkness.

The barbarian nobleman was surrounded by barbarian soldiers, protecting him tightly, the barbarian nobleman swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his palms were sweaty, and suddenly, a group of soldiers rushed out of the darkness, just as the barbarian nobleman was about to order the soldiers to attack, the barbarian soldiers were also scared and vigilant.

But the barbarian nobleman saw a familiar figure, Ardarik.

"What's going on, King?"

The barbarian nobleman could not hide the excitement and doubts in his heart, and spoke.

Aldaric glanced around vigilantly before he said angrily:

"Damn, we met the vanguard of the Romans, the Frankish cubs! My team was scattered! Damn Attila, why do you always let us charge ahead and retreat behind! ”

Ardaric gasped, wiping the sweat from his head, but rubbing a layer of blood from his forehead. It was then that Aldaric felt that his hands were covered in blood.

"It's time for us to retreat, King!"

The barbarian nobleman reluctantly suggested.

"Where to retreat, I can't even see the appearance of the soldiers ten meters away, the dim torch is useless, not to mention the complicated roads here, only until dawn!"

Ardaric said angrily, the blood of the enemy slid down his head.

"Kill all these bastards! No mercy! ”

In the darkness, an earth-shattering roar rang out, and the Ardaric and the Gepid urgently formed a shield wall, ready to meet the onslaught of the Franks. A tall man with a fearless face, a veteran of night battles, understands that the most terrible thing about night battles is not themselves, but the fear of night battles. A natural fear of the dark and the unknown.

Veteran Gepid stared vigilantly at the source of the roar, leaning close to his teammates, raising the round shield to cover himself and the other party, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, but the palm of his hand was not sweating, this is the difference between a veteran and a new soldier.

Wait until you get closer, you can see the faint light of the fire, the brightness and density of the ancient torch are really not flattering, this kind of luxury and expensive things, not popular, often just let you see a rough idea.

"Shoot!"

The commanders of Aldaric and the Franks gave the order to shoot at the same time, and at a distance of only a dozen meters, the rain of javelins from both sides fell on each other like cannonballs.

The front row of the Gepid was much looser in an instant, and many javelins shot the round shield, and pierced through the round shield and stabbed into the human body. The veteran raised his shield, but unfortunately, a javelin pierced through it, shattering his head, splattering his brains and sending flesh flying.

He didn't even make a sound, and he fell to the ground.

The Gepid behind him trembled inwardly, but he still made up for it. But the losses of the Gerpides were still very small, and the Franks, on the other hand, had difficulty protecting their bodies when they charged, and they were shot in the front row and fell.

A Frank man with a round shield and a short axe roared forward, but then a heavy javelin pierced through his skull, and under the great inertia, his head was raised backwards, and his lower body was still running forward.

By the time the Franks rushed up panting, the Gerpids were ready to bombard the enemy with their shields and swords and axes. You can't see what's happening in the distance, but you can see what is happening in your comrades.