What sustained the Romans' wars is no one to say, and no one knows what Flavis was at this time. What kind of pressure did Luga withstand to continue the war?

Three days ago.

The army passed through a village on the road to Orleans, where it was sacked by passing barbarians.

The muddy dirt road lined the branches of the trees with the already cold corpses and the village not far away, in ruins, looted, and the blackened and distorted corpses piled up to form a strange tower, with not a single living creature around, Attila was worthy of killing all the life he could see wherever he went, as the legend suggests.

Even the hard-hearted guy who passed by couldn't help but turn his head sideways to avoid the tragic situation in front of him.

The priests stopped here, holding precious Bibles in their hands, and they faced the living hell in front of them, and kept praying in their mouths that God would take these poor souls.

Yes, they can only do this, not to say whether the prayer can be fulfilled or not, but more to deceive themselves.

However, there were those who had the courage to return to the village, and they fled when Attila's army came, and they returned when Attila's army was gone.

They lost everything, and the empty place sounded the miserable cry of a woman, and it must have been the loss of something incomparably precious and the closest family member to make her cry like this.

As he got closer to the village, the unfriendly smell made Luga frown, and then he pulled down the curtain and closed his eyes.

But the woman's cry reached Luga's ears like the tip of a spear that pierced everything, through the heavy planks of the carriage.

Such a miserable sound tormented Luga's ears, but Luga gritted his teeth and endured it, after all, this was the last care for those who had lost everything.

"Our possession of Souledus is already stretched, Caesar, and we really can't sustain this battle."

Arecio sat in front of a mountain of parchments, all of which had been recorded in the recent past.

"How?" Luga asked Aresio suspiciously, "Has the treasury of Rome been squandered by Valentinian?" ”

"It's an army that's never been bigger, Caesar." Raising the parchment scroll in his hand, Arecio continued, "This is not a small amount if we are to take care of our allies, and if we are to maintain the next pay and food for the army, then it is necessary to expand the production of Souledus and buy everything we want from the senators. ”

"None of these old nobles have come to the initiative to raise donations?"

"No, Caesar, not one!" Arecio shook his head and said, "They have no money to use, so they have been using the money and food from the treasury for this time, but I didn't expect it to be difficult to maintain even for more than a month." ”

"These damn guys." Luga cursed and slapped his thigh hard, his tone full of anger. "These blood-sucking demons, shameless moths! They don't have much to gain in this war, so let's try to protect their pitiful wealth, greedy, miserly fellows! Why are you telling me about it now? ”

"I'm sorry, Caesar, but the war matters."

"Yes, the war is important, but now you let me know that the army is no longer supplied, oh my God, it means that our army is now like a warship without any rivet splicing, and now it can be said that it can't withstand a little wind and waves!" The more Lu Jia spoke, the more angry he became, he was really angry, and then scolded the old nobles raised by these sons of bitches fiercely: "These damn beasts, they are still treating this war with the mentality of speculators, they are all watching the play, watching us fight to the death with Attila and there is nothing, and we who ask ourselves to be civilized look more like beggars!" ”

Cursing and scolding, Luga finally realized that he was about to lose control, and this was not the time for a leader to have this crucial moment.

At least we can't let the other soldiers outside know that we are now isolated and have no way out.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself so that his judgment would not be affected by the anger rushing to his head.

"Aetius, they don't know about it yet." Luga deliberately lowered his voice and asked Arecio in a low voice.

"Yes, Caesar, they don't know."

"But paper can't contain fire." Luga sighed lightly and slammed the Longinus spear in his hand on the car at his feet, making a "thump" sound.

"Do you want to..."

"Okay, now that I know, don't worry, Arecio, I know what I'm going to do now."

Just as Arecio wanted to open his mouth to ask Luga if he wanted to ask Pope Leo for support, but before he could mention it, Luga was silenced, and Luga's eyes were slightly closed, and he leaned on the pillow pillow piled up behind him.

What the hell was he thinking? Arecio was puzzled by this, presumably Luga was also thinking about the way out of the future at this time, as he said, the current army is like a huge warship, swaying in the wind and waves without money, but without money and food as rivets to fix, then the battlefield does not need to go through the wind and waves and fall apart on its own.

"Order the soldiers to speed up again, we will try to reach Orleans in two days, we are running out of time, our brethren in Orleans are still struggling!" Luga was silent for a moment, then poked his head out and said to the officer who was guarding the car.

Arecio, who was on the side, listened carefully and understood deeply that Luga was going to make a desperate bet.

When Luga turned around, Arecio gritted his teeth, but still mustered up the courage to continue: "Caesar, I'd better go and discuss with the Pope, he will definitely have a good way to deal with this matter, won't he?" ”

"Enough, Arecio, my friend." Luga once again rejected him, with such a firm attitude, "We cannot compromise again and again, especially to the Holy See!" ”

Arecio didn't know what Luga meant by this, he only saw Luga constantly grinding the spear of Longinus in his hand, and the whole person looked a lot sluggish.

"Caesar, I... I..."Arecio really felt that this matter was inextricably linked to him, he knew that this time was different, Luga couldn't afford to lose, Rome couldn't afford to lose, but Attila didn't, he had the vast wilderness of the far north, he had infinite retreat, but Luga didn't, if, I mean, Luga failed, then it was likely that Attila would take the surname of Flavies and turn the entire empire into his slaves.

"I know you're remorseful, Arecio."

Luga sighed lightly, and continued, "I had expected this to happen, but I didn't expect it to come so suddenly. This is our fate, no one can escape, no need to blame ourselves, those mercenary demons are not on our side, but I firmly believe that God is on our side! ”

There was a small smile on Luga's face, and Arecio knew how bitter it was.