"Him?" It was so unbelievable that a single word popped out of the mouth of Aetius, yes, I mean the tone of Aetius, who reached out and pressed down the parchment letter that was placed on the table.

He didn't mean to pick it up or even look at it, the man's mental dynamics were like the expression on his face, first surprised, then sneering. "Oh, that's a really bad thing."

"We should do something about it." Thereus said with a knock on the side, "After all, Flavis. Luga's position is not what it used to be, and it is very dangerous for us to choose to stand by at this time, I am afraid that the Romans in other regions, especially in Italy, will criticize us. ”

"As you say, Theris, Caesar should know for himself what he is facing." Aetius was very calm, he stood up and walked slowly to a separately decorated room to the right side of the council chamber, where a detailed map of Gaul was engraved on the ground.

Aetius walked up and down the map, his eyes slightly closed, enjoying it as if the whole province of Gaul were at his feet at the moment.

"I have a bad feeling, guys." Aetius slowly opened his eyes and looked back at the generals behind him, his face solemn, not overly anxious to learn that Luga was under siege, nor did he gloat as a politician thought an opponent should have.

Litollo then said: "Now that Attila's servant army is in the lead, and is attacking under the watchful eye of the Huns, Belgian Gaul is in danger, Flavies. Luga..."

"It's Caesar!" Aetius interrupted Litolo, and he continued, "You can disrespect that man, but he has become Augustus, and you have no right to disrespect Augustus. ”

"Yes, Caesar!"

Lito bowed slightly, and although his face was full of reluctance, he chose to follow Aetius's words and shut his mouth.

"Now that Attila's army is attacking the city and defeating all the Romans who try to resist, Caesar could not have been imperceptible to such astonishing speed." Aetius held a special club and pushed the knight carved with a war horse to the city marked Treville, and said in his mouth: "He should have known the movements of the barbarians in advance and found out the cause in time, but what is it that makes him so hesitant and restrained." ”

"Lord Theris." Aetius beckoned.

"What do you need me to do, sir."

"Send some more scouts to see what Caesar of Eastern Rome is up to, does he want to use his 30,000 men to meet Attila's combined army?"

Meanwhile, in front of Augusta-Treville's northern gates, Frederick stared at the purple-robed Luga in front of him with wide eyes and surprise.

Yes, he originally thought that this was just a nobleman who had gone through the experience of serving in the army, but when he knew that this was the Augustus of Eastern Rome, how did he feel it?

"You're unreasonable!" Luga said, reaching out and grabbing the cloak that hung over his shoulders, and with a flick of his hand, the cloak flew over Frederick's head.

"Not good!"

At this time, the guards behind Frederick secretly exclaimed in their hearts, but it was too late.

"Brush!"

At this time, I saw Luga fly by, flashed behind Frederick, Frederick tried to retreat because the cloak was obscured and could not see, but Luga grabbed him and pulled him back.

Frederick's guards were about to step forward, but they saw a dagger appear in Luga's hand.

"Stop!" Luga yelled, then swung his dagger into Frederick's right hip muscle.

"Ah!!h

Frederick, who couldn't see anything, suddenly felt a piercing pain in his buttocks, and naturally he couldn't bear it and screamed loudly.

I only saw the white knife in and the red knife out, which scared the guards so much that they didn't dare to step forward, they didn't want Flavis! Luga actually came to Yin at this time.

"OMG! OMG! At this time, the blood flowing from the buttocks instantly stained Frederick's right leg red. He couldn't stop babbling, calming down a lot more than the fierce resistance just now, probably realizing that going on like this would only make more holes in his ass.

"Lord Frederick, I think you are a little prejudiced against the Roman aristocracy, after all, in your imagination, such a skilled Augustus must not exist!"

Luga sneered behind him, his left hand stuck in Frederick's neck and couldn't help but retreat, seeing that he was about to take Frederick farther and farther away.

"Now we can negotiate the terms calmly!" Luga said, swinging his dagger at the Alemanni who were trying to come forward in front of them, dispelling them from any speculation.

"How do you want to talk?" Frederick gasped and asked Luga.

Luga looked down and saw Frederick grabbing his arm and wanted to make some small moves, so he immediately swung the dagger and gave Frederick's right hand two more blows!

"Aha..."

Before he knew it, there were two more blood holes in his arm, and Frederick completely lost the ability to resist.

Listening to Frederick's wail, his guards did not dare to act rashly.

"I have a good deal, and that is to exchange you for my soldiers." Luga continued in a tone of implicit threat, "This is a good deal, at least to save your life. ”

"What if I say no!" Frederick gritted his teeth, according to the usual urine nature of their barbarians, he thought about fighting a little, and thought that his persistence and words would shake the civilized man in front of him.

"Snort!"

But reality always can't go what he wants, and his firm refusal is exchanged for Luga's three stabs on the spot, and in an instant there are three more holes in his ass!

"Oh my God! Oh, my God! ”

Frederick was so hurt that he could speak the language of his tribe, and he couldn't stop wailing in pain like a wounded dog.

"I want you to be thoughtful when you answer next, barbarian." Luga leaned into his ear and said, "After all, this is what I slashed at next, but it is your lifeline. ”

"Enough! That's enough! ”

Frederick finally lost the desire to resist at last, and he burst into tears, shouting again and again: "I agree! I agree! ”

"Now, let my soldiers come over and go back to their city, and of course, I won't stop until the last soldier comes in!"

"As you wish, as you wish!"

Frederick finally lost the courage to resist again, and he answered Luga with a crying voice, and ordered the soldiers to release them.