After another three days, Aetius's army came, but their goal was not Rome, but to bypass Rome and continue south.

It was as if he had made a pact with Berniface to follow the path that Berniface had taken to the place where they would eventually get the answer—Canny.

Arecio stood on the city wall, and not far below was a large army of black oppressors, including Huns, Romans, and barbarian mercenaries. They could easily tell what team they belonged to by the flag bearer.

"I don't know what it would mean to decide the fate of Rome, the protagonist of the war is no longer dominated by the Romans!" Arecio looked at the procession that stretched to the end of the north, but he didn't know what to choose. Perhaps, he didn't want to choose, just like a month ago, to go through his life plainly, but now he has no choice!

"As for the size of Aetius's army, it seems that the news of the Senate is true, perhaps, this is the last civil war in the territory of the Roman Empire. But this time it's no longer dawn, it's dusk! ”

Arecio's summary brushes over the details of the war, and he was only an indirect participant, and did not go into battle with Berniface to face the mighty Hun army brought by Aetius.

"This was the last time I saw Berniface, and I have to admit that he was a real Roman!" Arecio lay in the car, his eyes looking at the sky, for a long time, unable to deviate from the side.

"He won the war in the end, but his own bad luck!" I don't know what to say, but now comfort him, after all, he is an unfortunate man.

"So, the death of Beniface also means that this seemingly victorious battle has become a defeat that led to the end of everything."

"Berniface was so involved in the war that he forgot about his own safety, which was his shortcoming, and he had always been superstitious that only his presence at the front of the battlefield would make his field legions fanatical, but he did." Arecio said, and couldn't help but sneer. "The Hunnic cavalry was not a great threat at all, for their horses did not dare to move forward when they saw the ugly camel. This was also a reason for the failure of Aetius. ”

"But Aetius knows how to get out of the way, and Berniface doesn't!" Arecio stroked the brass mask on his face, he might, he hadn't touched his face for a long time, was it unbearable to the touch of an ugly scar? He continued: "After the death of Berniface, a dozen or so field regiments of Africa under his command returned to their homeland, and the central field army of the Italian province lost its allegiance to its leader and was disbanded on the spot and returned to its own towns. And he himself, too, was soon recognized by the Senate as a traitor, an enemy of Rome. Then, as it was known, the consequences of Berniface's expedition were immediately fulfilled. ”

"The expedition left the province of Africa empty, and it brought in the Iberian Vandals, who quickly defeated the legions that had just arrived but had not yet gained a foothold. Thus the entire province of Africa fell. The Senate put the consequences of all this on the head of Burniface. ”

"Aetius is almost at this time, and he doesn't have any enemies to stand in his way, right?"

"Yes." Arecio nodded, then sat up and looked at me, "I don't know what your relationship with Aetius is now, but now that we are in the same situation, I told you this." He Aetius was certainly hateful, but he was the only one who could hold Caesar and Rome. ”

"The edifice will fall, and it will be difficult to stand alone, if Aetius can live in harmony with Berniface......"

"Then Aetius will never be like this, even if it is the title of nobleman, he will not be able to have it!" Arecio interrupted me, he seemed to see it very clearly, after all, he was a person who had experienced it firsthand. "From the moment the regent Pracidia handed over the scepter of command of the Italian Central Field Army to Berniface, the entire Roman Empire had to make a choice between Gaul and Africa, two lands that could not be lost, but things were irreversible, and this could not be blamed on the poor woman, she was just used to working with the strong, but who was the strongest, they had to give it their own go."

"And what about Remytius?" I then asked, "Where is he now?" ”

"He's from the Senate." When Arecio said this, he couldn't help but clench his fists, "He deceived Berniface and deceived me, and under his deception there was an irreconcilable contradiction between me and Aetius, he was very cunning and always had his own measures to deal with the aftermath." ”

"For example?"

"For example, when the Vandals occupied Africa, the Senate bypassed Caesar and established a suzerainty relationship with the Vandals. Spend a lot of gold to make the Vandals subjugate and try to achieve a certain level of control, reducing the impact of Berniface's death to what they believe is the minimum. ”

"And what about Aetius, he should know about the connection between Germitius and Liberiface, and he should settle this old account."

"So that's what makes Remitius so good," Aresio continued, "and it's all well known that I've given Berniface enough Oron as a salary, and who is more hateful than him, the guy who made the work and no one knows what he did for Berniface?" ”

"So, you didn't even have a chance to explain to Aetius?"

"It's you, Aurius. Luga, will you give me a chance? Arecio asked me, and he looked down into my eyes, trying to get an answer from me.

"No, I'll kill you." I don't think he'll be angry about it, because he's been through unbearable storms and waves.

"You're like Aetius, but you're not as cruel as he is!" Arecio smiled, "Aetius knows what his opponent values most, so he will not kill his opponent easily, but torture him, deprive him of everything, and make his heart like ashes. As he spoke, Arecio began to stroke his brass mask again, as if lamenting that he had lost something that he would never return.

"Do you hate him?" I asked.

"Hate?" Arecio tilted his head, a hint of helplessness in his tone. "If hatred can hate him, why don't I do it? But he's too strong, and I'm just barely breathing. So, what other good effect does such hatred have besides torturing oneself? ”

His words left me speechless, and I bowed my head and hurried, but it didn't seem to make much sense for me to know this. Because I can feel that every step I take, I am one step closer to Tenaia, and I don't want to fight like this anymore, at least for the rest of my life. As for the generous conditions, enough, that is the biggest lie, a lifetime of ordinary, is what I really think now, I hope God can fulfill it.