The Romans in the city were slow to reply, which was expected by the Romans, who had surrendered to the Huns. Looking at the hesitant Romans, he couldn't help but snort coldly, and there was a hint of disdain between his eyebrows. He was used to such scenes, after all, every Roman city defender he walked to would have resisted at first.

In fact, from the time he began to attack with Attila in the south, he was accustomed to such a situation, and the timid Roman duke would definitely open the city and surrender early. Bold always scolds him without believing in his true strength, such an unlikable guy should always be killed cleanly.

"Foolish Romans, do you really think that this wall will protect you from the butcher's knives of the Huns?" He stood proudly under the walls of Thessaloniki like a conqueror, and he said that one by one, you Romans, did not know that he was a member of the Romans, but he had turned his back on the once great and proud title of Romans, and chose the Huns, a temporarily powerful power.

"Your Excellency Luga." Areobindes turned his head sideways to look at Luga, who was still bowed and silent, but his hands on the walls were clenched into fists. He was so hard that his fists and knuckles clicked, and his eyes were red, staring at the bravalist bastard in front of him.

"Luga! Luga! Andrew came down from the gatehouse, called Luga's name, pushed away the soldiers who were in front of him, came to Luga's side, and leaned into Luga's ear and whispered, "The scorpion is ready, that man, just within range!" ”

Andrew's words are explicit, and they are in line with Luga's temper: no one can show off in front of him. Everything now was waiting for Luga's order, or rather nodding slightly.

"Lord Luga!" Areobindes saw what Andrew meant, he understood that such an action meant extreme danger, and he could not imagine that if Luga had chosen to kill the betrayed Roman when he was instigated by Andrew, would he have chosen to bear the consequences of this impulse? "All the defenders of Thessaloniki and the lives of its citizens are in your hands, and I hope that your Excellency will be cautious!"

"Be careful..."

Luga muttered, he turned his head and looked at the soldiers behind him, they all looked at Luga in unison, their eyes were full of pleading or fear, they were not ready for battle, and Luga no longer had the same luck as he had against the Alans, because Attila was not Gaisarik.

"Admittedly, this is an impossible battle to win." Luga's clenched fists loosened suddenly, and the whole person raised his head and took a deep breath, and then spit out evenly, as if he had figured it out and seemed relieved.

"Your Excellency Areobindes, and Your Excellency Anlacis." Luga looked at the huge Hun army in front of him, and asked Areobindes and Anlasis behind him, "If we surrender, what can we give them?" Gold? Grain? Ha, we're all stretched thin, and what price can we pay to satisfy the insatiable Attila. ”

"You mean we're going to die?"

"No, I just want to remind Your Excellency that the soldiers of Rome should not utter such a shameful word as surrender." Luga's gaze was firm, and he held his hand on the hilt of the sword, and the trembling dragon's breath sword was ready to unsheath and kill the enemy at any time. "If we surrender for the sake of our own survival, then there will be no more barriers in Great Greece and Peloponnese behind us, and I have been invited to protect Rome, not to be greedy for life and afraid of death."

"There are too many of them, we are not opponents at all!" In a hurry, Areobindes finally told the truth: "Luga, Barcellus asked you to come with us, just to attract the Huns south to protect his magnificent palace and the stuffed gold, he will even sell your life for his gold, wake up Luga, Theodosius is using you!" ”

"Enough is Areobindes!" Luga interrupted Areobindes, "We cannot escape war and death in the face of glory and responsibility!" The Huns did this in order to get through our lines! We exist to fend off the Huns! Luga nodded at Andrew, and Andrew immediately understood what Luga meant, and he grinned, as if he recognized what Luga was doing now, and thought that it would be the right decision for a man to make.

"War!" Looking at Andrew's back as he ascended the tower, Areobindes muttered, and his body began to tremble involuntarily, as if such fear had broken him.

"Prepare for war! Prepare for battle! Anlasis beckoned to the soldiers behind him, and then saw the soldiers behind him in a disarray, distributing their weapons, and the archers pouring up the walls to take over the Roman soldiers.

"Why, did you make your own choice?" The Hun lieutenant craned his neck to peer, and he saw with his own eyes the crowds surging above the walls of Thessaloniki, and he was completely in the appearance of battle. His furrowed brow was a sign of bewilderment, and the look of bewilderment quickly disappeared, for he sensed that the Romans had made their own choice - war!

"Damn the guys, you're dancing with death!" The Hun lieutenant looked at the walls of Thessaloniki with a chilling smile, he really didn't mind raising the butcher's knife and landing it on the head of his own countrymen, he enjoyed the thrill of such a conquest, and did not care in the slightest who the object of the conquest was.

Turning around, he saw Attila not far behind him, Attila's eagle-like eyes were watching him, and he was flattered for a moment, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"He is waiting for my orders, yes, the great Hun King Attila is waiting for my orders!" The lieutenant kept exclaiming in his heart, and the expression of excitement on his face was indescribable. He didn't dare to keep Attila waiting too long, he hurriedly raised his right hand, using his usual gestures, he was ready, he was going to call on the mighty Hun army he served to set foot on Thessaloniki in front of him, yes, he couldn't wait!

I saw him raise his right hand and shout loudly towards the army of the Huns behind him, and even Attila's attention was attracted by him, and everyone was looking at his hands, waiting for an attack or something else.

"Whew!"

A dark shadow descended from the sky, piercing through his chest and even into the flesh of his horse's back. Even the men and horses rolled over and fell to the ground, which shocked all the Huns who saw his death, including Attila himself, who couldn't help but widen their eyes as the lieutenant fell to the ground with a bang.

The armies on both sides were silent, everyone was silent, and only Luga knew that the real war was about to begin.