"Could it be that we are in too much of a hurry...", Luga sat in the carriage, his spear in his hand, and through the faint light of the torches in the hands of the cavalry guards, he carefully examined the ancient spear that he had seen a thousand times.

Although he looked at the spear with both eyes, it was obvious that his mind was not here.

"Caesar, here we are!" The guard outside the vehicle said cautiously to Caesar.

This sound made Lu Jia come back to his senses suddenly, and he raised his head to look at the puzzled face outside the window, thinking that he had been stunned for a long time.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Luga smiled awkwardly and waved at the soldier, but the soldier was even more overwhelmed, after all, there was Augustus there who apologized to an ordinary soldier.

Before the soldier could come to his senses, Luga had already stepped out of the carriage and stepped on the wooden bench on which he had stepped on.

In front of him was a clearing in which a bonfire was lit, where Aetius, Theodoric and his son Torrismont, Diego of Alain, Merov, King of the Franks, and most of the chiefs of Roman Gaul, and even the bishops and senators of the Senate and the Holy See.

All around were guarded and patrolled soldiers, numbering in the thousands, patrolling the perimeter with torches to guard against every possible attack.

With such strict protection, it must have been the Huns' main army swept in, and all the leaders present would also retreat.

"So you're all here, and it seems that I'm the most unpunctual." Looking at the familiar faces of everyone present, Luga couldn't help but smile to himself, and then came to them, and everyone sat down around the campfire.

"Ha, Caesar, if it weren't for what you did in the first place, I'm afraid we wouldn't be sitting here and meeting with you here Augustus." Theodoric looked rather dissatisfied, and even his words were accompanied by irony, after all, it was Luga's petty tricks that forced him to retreat with the Romans.

"It's the second half of the night, and everyone present hasn't slept for a long time, and there will still be chaos in the head." Luga also smiled at Theodoric's complaints, and did not mean to offend too much, and then said to everyone present: "Now that our front-line army is in constant pursuit, and Attila is retreating more and more slowly, at last, they can see that they intend to stop at Chalon. ”

Aetius asked, "Well, Caesar meant that our pursuing army also stopped at Chalon?" ”

"Yes." Luga nodded, and then said: "This is a plain, not like the woods and other places on our way, which is not convenient for the expansion of the large army, and it is not conducive to the Huns using their advantageous means. ”

At this point, several Praetorian Guard soldiers behind them stepped forward, and they spread out a huge map in front of everyone, and through the strong fire, they could see that it was the most detailed map of Gaul.

"As you can see, the plain of Chalons is right before our eyes, and the Marne River runs through it, and it is a very good place to rest and fight." Luga drew a stick that was used as firewood on the map along the Marne, and continued: "Here, the Marne can provide a constant source of water for Attila and his horses, just as the creatures created by God need to drink water, and they need to drink their horses." ”

"So, Caesar meant..."

"Then it's in Shalon, after all, we can't let Attila succeed so casually." Luga paddled the plain of Chalons on the Marne, and then said to the others present: "As long as we press forward and don't give Attila enough time to prepare, then our chances of victory are very good." ”

"How can you be sure that Attila will actually fight us in Chalon, and if he does so and quits Gaul, then what?" Theodoric, remembering Attila's retreat, made a counter-argument to Luga's opinion: "We should keep an eye on their movements, and try to drive them out like sheep." ”

"Lord Theodoric!" Luga turned around and interrupted Theodoric, and continued, "I'm afraid that Theodoric has forgotten the embarrassment of his father's generation, and don't forget what Attila came here for. He couldn't just give up, and certainly not we. ”

"But don't forget, Roman Caesar, that Attila now has far more soldiers in his hands than we do!" Torrismon glanced at Diego and the other leaders of the barbarian tribes, and then said to Luga, "If this fights, can you imagine how much it will cost?" There may be more soldiers killed in battle, far more than we can afford, or more. ”

"Your Excellency said this, I am afraid that because of this battle, there will be more losses, so that in the future, there will be no more forces to expand the territory and swallow the land of Rome!" Luga did not give Torres any face, and said directly what Torrismon might have intended, and stared at Theodoric standing in front of Torrismon with his eyes firmly fixed, and said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Your Excellency, if you have such thoughts, then I have to think that it is entirely because of the fear that Attila has brought to you, and that you have completely succumbed to the hooves of Attila's horses, and behold, the Gothic warriors are simply frightened by the Huns who are not as tall as them on horseback." ”

"What do you say? Roman! ”

Such a straightforward humiliation was naturally unbearable for the Goths present to bear, only to see Torrismon stand up suddenly, roar loudly at Luga, and suddenly draw his iron sword and point it at Luga in front of him.

The guards on both sides confronted each other with swords.

"Hmph..."

In the face of dozens of sharp subway swords, Lu Jia was not afraid at all, but let out a gloomy sneer.

"What are you laughing at?" Torrismon asked.

"If I were Attila, I'm afraid Your Excellency wouldn't dare to do this even if you gave you ten more dares." Luga looked at Torrismon and sneered, and he was even more angry that Torrismon's face turned blue and white.

"Enough! That's enough! At this point, Theodoric finally stood up, and struck down Torrismon's right hand with which he had raised his iron sword, and said to Luga: "Enough, Caesar, forget the unpleasantness just now, for we must cooperate in order to be able to fight the enemy in front of us. ”

"Sure enough, older people know more about powerful relationships, at least they don't think too much about it like young people." Luga smiled at Theodoric and sarcastically sneered at Torrismon, who had to look at his father's face even if he was angry.

"Caesar, then." Theodoric looked back at Lugar and asked, "And how do you plan to deploy this battlefield of this magnitude?" ”

"When the time comes, listen to my arrangement, and then leave the success and failure to God!" Luga said, dozing off for a moment, and then walked towards his carriage, "Rest quickly, everyone, and soon, you will have an answer!" ”