In the autumn of 449 of the Nativity of St. Jesus, the commander of the Partition Empire in the West of Rome, Flavis. Luga's legion, which bears his name, was slaughtered by dozens of Suebi men, screaming and screaming for their lives.

The army of nearly 1,000 men was chaotic like an antelope being chased and fleeing for its life by a pack of lions, and all the strength and roar that should have been used in battle were turned into speed and shouts of companions when fleeing.

All this is like a resounding slap in the face of the commander, yes, the Roman army, which has always been proud, cannot tolerate a rout, especially Luga, who is forged by a victorious general, he is the spear of the empire!

"A thousand people were defeated by dozens of people, it seems that Matteolius is really panicking!"

Andrew stood beside Luga and sneered, watching from afar as Matteorius continued to command the archers to slaughter the returning deserters. "The demon in his heart disturbed his mind, and he became furious because of it, and he did not listen to any persuasion, he was already mad, and he could not escape! As you say, Luga, he will suffer for his inaction! ”

Matteorius's behavior responded to Luga's speculation at the time, but Luga couldn't laugh, after all, ten years ago Ludinand, he also had a deep understanding of such treatment, and he came from that era, and he still had a lot of complaints about such a practice.

It may have been the touch of the sixth sense that made Luga feel a chill on his back, and when he turned around, he only saw Pope Leo staring at him not far away, and his deep eyes seemed to be asking Luga: Is this the battle you want?

Even a three-year-old child could see that the Romans were being beaten to the ground and that the wrong command had put them in a difficult situation.

Seeing Matteorius hurrying, he not only put the fleeing soldiers in a dilemma, but also used his shield to prevent his own people from retreating. Such a comical appearance caused the Suebi to laugh at the Romans on the city wall.

How could such humiliation make Matteorius, an arrogant guy, endure such a breath, he frantically brandished his iron sword and pointed straight ahead, shouting at the commanders of several field regiments behind him: "Don't stand stupidly here, lead your army, advance, fight!" ”

The commanders of the field regiment behind them looked at each other, and none of them dared to say that they volunteered to come up and shout: I'm coming!

They all saw the end of defeat clearly, and in a fit of rage, Matteolius didn't even care about his own people, but only wanted to take the city.

Seeing that none of the officers under his command dared to take the initiative to ask for help, Matteorius was even more angry, he roared loudly like a mad lion, clenching the iron sword in his hand and waving it indiscriminately, frightening several field regiment officers to hide aside for fear that the blade of the sword that did not grow long eyes would hurt him.

"You! And you! Matteorius casually pointed at the two field regiment commanders and shouted at them, "Lead the two of you field regiments up!" ”

His tone was angry and willful, and there were no more worries at all.

The selected officer also pointed at himself, his face full of reluctance and pain, after all, this is a matter of more than one auspicious, and everyone can see what kind of attitude the retired soldiers are!

No one wanted to repeat the mistakes of the past, for no one wanted to gnaw at the walls that the barbarians were shaking now, and they could only watch the Suebi sing and unhurriedly cut the ropes that had been put on with great difficulty.

And then there were the dozens of Suebi warriors, these bastards didn't know what it meant to take what they wanted, or they stayed where they were to humiliate the Romans.

They conversed happily with each other, sharing their thoughts on the slaughter of the Romans, for the battle was a relief for all of them, for the enemy before them was so vulnerable.

They were so confident and bold as to destroy the siege cone that the Romans had so hard to push underneath the city, after all, there was a large piece of iron on the head of the battering cone, which might have made a lot of weapons.

"It didn't even occur to him that the soldiers would cooperate with each other and attack just to achieve a goal, which is impractical!"

Seeing Matteorius' meaningless command made Andrew very angry, and he couldn't help but curse fiercely: "This good for nothing rich kid! ”

The second attacking force was seen to set off, and they marched in formation, using their shields against the Roman soldiers in front of them, forcing them to pick up their weapons and shields that had been discarded on the ground and join the new attack.

The dozens of Suebi warriors saw that the Roman army was pressing down again, and they did not stop, but ran all the way back to the city with their large siege cones, leaving the Romans with a pile of wood that had become a complete pile of garbage.

Without siege equipment, the Romans who had arrived late could only look at the pair of logs in front of them, and the Suebi people did not have to worry about what the Romans would have any other thoughts, because they were helpless like the so-called barbarians without the siege weapons they were proud of.

The Suebi laughed at them and humiliated the defeated Romans with every sarcastic word they could think of.

The helpless commander of the field regiment looked back at Matteorius, they had no possibility of attacking, even the wooden wall of less than four meters was an impossible barrier for them to cross.

Now they just want the Legion Commander to be able to see a little, after all, no one wants to be killed by their own archers if they take a step back.

"Damn! Damn it! "Matteolius was like a deflated ball, as if he had finally seen his failures.

The reality made him have to accept this cruel truth, even if he was unwilling, but this was what he deserved!

Seeing the soldiers on the front line retreating, the archers beside him seemed to realize something, and immediately raised their bows and arrows at them.

"Alright, let's stop." Matteorius was extraordinarily generous, reaching out to stop the archers and motioning for them to stop, "There is no point in such killings. ”

The soldiers who survived had nothing but fear of Matteorius, the butcher who took his own people, and he would only leave the soldiers with such a bad reputation. They passed by Matteorius, deliberately dodging to the side to keep a certain distance from him, for fear that this crazy fellow would take some hapless man out of his way.

"What a day of shame!" Luga muttered under his breath, and it didn't exceed his expectations.

"This rich kid deserves to die!" Andrew gloated, "Now I want to see how he can laugh at us, you say yes, Luga." ”

"Don't say that yet, Andrew." Luga shook his head and said, "Let's see how he faces us when he comes back." ”

After saying that, Luga turned around and saw Aetius's car slowly walking to Luga under the shoulders of several soldiers in purple coats and black armor.

"This is not what a soldier fighting for God should do, Lord Luga." Aetius looked at Luga, expressionless as if he was wearing a tailor-made lifelike mask, and if he hadn't moved his mouth when he hadn't spoken, Luga would have really thought so.