"Damn it!" Frederick let out a roar of pain, and then looked at Andrew, who was heavily protected by more than two hundred soldiers.

His eyes were filled with anger and sorrow.

It was so close that it was so unattainable, in other words, he was now going to swallow the bitter fruit of his hubris at that time.

The Alemanni retreated like a tidal wave, and the cavalry that came to support Diego and Andrew chased for more than a dozen kilometers before stopping.

Turning back, Diego was instructing the soldiers to take care of Andrew, who was wounded.

Due to exhaustion and injuries, Andrew soon fainted while tending to his wounds.

"What a troublesome guy!" Diego stroked his head and looked at Andrew, and couldn't help but sigh.

In front of the Alemanni were the Alto Goths, the servants of the Huns, tribes and armies, who in any case had to protect the safety of Attila's own army in advance, followed by the Scythians, who stood firmly with the Huns, and did not hesitate to use brave soldiers and seductive maidens as bargaining chips for a firm alliance with the Huns.

Oodoric, the leader of the Alto Goths, was on his way with his people behind the Scythians. He was also preoccupied along the way, after all, the Alemanni in the rear were constantly attacked and the news of heavy losses kept coming, making them feel precarious here.

Odoric was not afraid that if the Alemanni could not hold out, they would have to stay behind to defend Attila against the wolves who were chasing the Roman army.

God knows who gave the Romans so much confidence and courage to show such an aggressive attitude in front of Attila the Conqueror.

It was dark, there was only a group of passers-by in the darkness, no one knew what was going on around them, they were in a hurry, just to get there as quickly as possible and to get to where he wanted to be at the time that Attila wanted.

"Oh my God, I'm tired, I feel like I've seen the ancestors of Valhalla, they're watching us from the sky, oh my God, my legs! Damn, damn it! ”

Listening to the soldiers' constant complaints, Odoric didn't know how to comfort them, after all, this was a fight for Attila, and it was reasonable for the soldiers to complain because they had nothing to do with them.

"Hold on, as long as we win, Attila will let us go back!" Odoric spoke decisively, but was not recognized by his soldiers.

"It's a completely pointless loss!" His soldiers stood up and complained loudly: "What are we fighting for, and why are we standing on the land of the Romans, behold, the angry Romans are constantly chasing us, and they want to drive us to the end!" ”

"That's our destiny as warriors!" "This is to fight for our fate, to fight for our battles and to conquer all enemies!" ”

The pale words were only exchanged for the shouts of support from a few officers, but the other soldiers all sneered in return, and similarly, Othorik was not the only one who faced the distrust of his own leader, but also the other tribes who served Attila, who believed that they insisted on sacrificing for others as the vanquished for the sake of the so-called conquest.

"Enough! Let's go, get up, I don't think you're tired enough, because you still have the strength to complain here! In the end, Odoric had no choice but to shout and threaten the soldiers to deprive them of their rest time and then continue on their way.

"Ha, my great leader, I wish the greater Attila would have taken your wishes into account instead of us squandering them as his shield!"

The soldier's sarcasm came to an abrupt halt as he saw a group of Hun cavalry approach, and the officer at the head glanced at him.

It seemed that the Huns were even more terrifying than his leader, and he had to retract his sharp edge and shrink into the crowd, avoiding the scrutiny of the Hun cavalry officer who was slowly passing by.

"Let's hope this guy didn't understand what he was saying." The soldier prayed quietly, and then stealthily watched the Hun cavalry fade away and disappear into the darkness.

"Hah! These ugly guys. The soldier sneered behind them, but what he didn't expect was that his head seemed to be hit hard by a heavy object, and then his whole eyes turned black and he fell straight to the ground.

And it was none other than their leader, Odoric, who had made him unconscious.

Seeing Odoric holding a bloody stone in his hand, he threw it aside very casually in front of everyone, and then pointed to the unconscious soldier and said to the others, "See, this." It's the end of being disloyal to me! ”

Such a powerful aura frightened the surrounding soldiers into silence, and those who followed the coaxing looked at Odoric with wide eyes, their eyes full of doubt and incomprehension.

"Oh~"

The unconscious soldier below him gasped, and such a small sound attracted everyone's attention.

Looking at this guy who didn't die, O'Doric couldn't help but say, "brushed" and drew his iron sword, and then cut off the head of the guy who talked back.

The surrounding soldiers gasped, and they finally understood Odoric's determination, especially his determination to do it.

"Oodorik! Odoric! ”

Just as the soldiers were amazed and frightened by the brutality of Odoric, a Hun cavalryman rode behind them.

The cavalry came straight to Othoric, and without any salutation to the chief, he said to Othoric as if he were facing an equal, "Now, my king Attila tells you that there are traces of the Romans nearby, so you must lead your army here to stop the Romans, and be sure to escort my king Attila to the plain of Chalons after dawn." ”

"And what about us?"

Before O'Doric could respond, the soldiers behind him began to whisper, they seemed to be unable to accept such an order, as if they had completely abandoned them.

"So when are we going to retreat?" Odoric asked.

"When the sun rises in Europa, when you can clearly see the trees and birds around you, you can retreat and return to Attila."

"Okay!"

Odoric nodded in agreement, his tone more like a sigh, of course he had the same resistance as the soldiers thought, but he couldn't help but bow his head and accept Attila's order.

Odoric led the Alto Goths in a formation on a flat ground, and for nearly an hour, they saw the scattered retreat of the Alemanni people.

Soon after, a large number of torches were seen rushing towards them like a sea of fire.

"Oh my God, what's that?" The soldiers exclaimed.

"Prepare for battle!" Odoric waved his iron sword loudly, and the soldiers gritted their teeth and raised their shields.

"Caesar, our vanguard has met Attila's follow-up army, and now the two sides are at war."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know."

The officer who gave the order bowed his head to the carriage in front of him, and a hand stretched out from the carriage and waved at the officer.