After Aetius left, Valentinian, at the instigation of Maximus, began to hold a large banquet, in which he prayed to God and asked him to send down his divine power to Attila to know how unforgivable it would be to set foot on Roman soil.

While the whole Ravenna was still wondering why the officers and their families were moving south, the sudden revelry of gathering completely took away the attention of all the citizens of Ravenna.

After all, the conjecture was not as attractive as the real bread in front of them, and the citizens of Ravenna were so engrossed in the revelry that they ignored the suspicion that Aetius and the nobles had left.

After all, Valentinian, as Augustus, had no other skills, but he was known for his generosity at banquets, and he did not skimp on the wine and meat in his warehouse, whether it was a nobleman or a commoner, he would meet everyone's request.

He had nothing but the accomplishment of standing on a high platform and listening to the citizens shouting his name as they held up bread and roast meat.

"Valentinian! Valentinian! ”

Valentinian raised his glass and looked at the cheering crowd below, closing his eyes and opening his mouth wide to let out an unbridled laugh.

"What a beautiful feeling, this is conquest, and I have conquered the hearts of the citizens of Ravenna with bread and wine, far more so clever than those who wield weapons." Valentinian praised himself unashamedly, and behind him, Maximus and a group of courtiers praised Valentinian again and again.

What a wonderful feeling! Valentinian himself couldn't help but revel in it, "Isn't this what an Augustus should look like!" Valentinian sighed to himself, and he spread his arms and looked up at the dark sky, where the stars twinkled.

Valentinian couldn't help but feel at this and said: "Look, the whole world is surrendered to my feet, look, both heaven and earth are calling my name over and over again." I am great, I am the supreme ruler and glory, I am Augustus, the orthodox ruler of the Roman world, I am immortal! ”

Valentinian boasted to himself, raising the half-filled flask in his hand and laughing wildly at the citizens who were shouting his name below.

The senators behind him nodded their heads in agreement, and the tables in front of each of them were filled with all kinds of delicacies, and they feasted on their cups and plates.

It's hard not to suspect that they just nodded their heads to marvel at the deliciousness of the food, and then didn't take Valentinian's words to heart at all.

Of course, Valentinian didn't need their approval, he himself was already deeply intoxicated with infinite fantasies, and his smile was fierce and furious as he listened to the enduring cheers below.

Not far away, Maximus held a wine glass, his right hand gently shaking the silver glass, looking at Valentinian's back, showing a meaningful smile.

At the front-line post in the province of Lower Pannonia, night fell, and there was silence all around, and the soldiers who had been torn off sat in the carriage, and the old horse pulled the carriage forward unhurriedly, and the exhausted soldiers on it finally ushered in their time to rest.

The outpost not far away grew farther and farther away, and the faint light of the torches faded away.

"I can finally get a good night's sleep." The veteran lying in the car stretched and looked up at the stars overhead.

"My God, when will such a monotonous and boring day come to an end?" The veteran was sighing, but although he was complaining, he was only complaining, after all, he had no land to cultivate, no wife, no children, except for the stable source of income for this job. He didn't even know what would happen to him when his rough, old hands could no longer hold a weapon.

"God, get it all over!"

The veteran sighed and closed his eyes, this exclamation was more like longing for something to end such a purgatory-like life.

What hell is hell exactly? Some people say that to live is to struggle in hell, some people say that if you do bad things, you deserve to go to hell, and freedom is heaven.

And the real hell is to face life like a stagnant water with a surging heart.

He is like a fish lying in stagnant water, he is in pain in the water, but when he jumps out of the water, he will die.

Beside him sat a young boy, young enough to be his son, the youngest.

The boy's eyes were full of agility, and his vigorous appearance reminded the veteran of himself at the beginning, and he even regretted that if he could follow Constantius, how could he be a small officer, but there is only one choice in life, and he can only sigh at the impermanence of the world, and mourn for this new child who is about to embark on his road of no return.

"Look, what's going on there?"

Without waiting for the veteran to lament his tragic fate, he saw the little soldier pointing to the rear and exclaiming, and the veteran who came back to his senses hurriedly raised his head and looked at his feet, there, that's there, the watchtower burned to death for some reason, and the whole watchtower burned, like a huge torch, burning with raging flames.

"What's going on? What happened? ”

Seeing such a scene made the puzzled veteran wake up suddenly, and he sat up with a brush, his eyes full of the light of the fire that danced like flames, and years of experience told him that this matter was not trivial.

"What's going on? Do you want to go back and see how it goes? The young soldier asked, his voice trembling because of unknown fear.

"No, can't go back." The veteran said, turning his head and patting the groom on the shoulder, shouting, "Quick, quick, quick!" ”

"Oh God, what happened?" The groom, who didn't know what was going on, grumbled.

"Don't worry about it so much, damn it, if it's any later, we'll probably be finished!" The veteran yelled, looking at him with an attitude that didn't look like he was lying.

In this case, the groom was also a little panicked, he swung his whip and whipped the old horse, trying to make it speed up, but the old horse was too old, and it was already its limit to be able to pull the carriage and walk, how could such an aging body bear any more blows?

No matter how much the groom whipped, the old horse's speed became slower and slower, and suddenly there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves in the darkness behind him.

"Damn it!"

The veteran turned back again, only to see countless torches swaying like starlight, and then converging into a torrent towards them.

"It's too late! It's too late! ”

The veteran shouted, and jumped out of the carriage, but the moment he hit the ground, he felt a heavy blow to his back, and the force of the impact caused his whole body to lean forward, and with a sharp pain, he turned back and saw that he had a black arrow stuck in his back.

Ignoring the pain, he took a step, leaving behind the coachman and the recruits, and ran towards the grass on the left side of the road, but each step was accompanied by severe pain, and at last his steps became heavier and heavier, and his breathing became short, and finally his legs became weak and his eyes blackened, and he fell to the grass.