"What exactly do the Goths want? So much so that you do what you do, do what you don't usually do? ”

When he received the letter, John . . . Antiochus looked left and right, and when he was sure that there was no one around, he finally couldn't help but ask Luga. "As far as I know, they just want to avenge King Theodoric, who died in battle on the plains of Chalon."

"Of course, John, of course." Luga nodded, and then replied, "I think that when Alaric followed Theodosius on his crusade against Eugenesus, it was just to be able to find a place for his tribe to live in Gaul, just as they had been in the Black Sea for generations. But then, my friends, when they had eaten and drunk, they realized that their existence should have enough status, so they wanted status, they wanted status that the Romans could recognize. So they sacked the city of Rome on the grounds that the Roman Senate rejected them. ”

"This is the story of Alaric, who is said to have been cursed by God and died on the way back."

"But the Goths are just one Ararik dead." Luga smiled and shook his head, "The Visgoths have existed so far, and they have never stopped fighting with us for a moment, at least me, and I still have a gift from an unknown Visgoths on my stomach. ”

After saying that, Luga lifted his clothes and let John. Antioch could see the ugly scar on his stomach.

"At least this thing can make me remember all the time when I change my clothes and when I take a shower, and I don't have any friends with the Viesgoths."

"But if it succeeds, I mean Aetius succeeds in killing Torrismon, then it will invite the hostility of the Vithgoths in the west, and they will no longer trust us."

"Then set up a Goth king who trusts us." Luga was unimpressed, "Aetius knows how to do it, like a skilled killer, not only able to kill the target, but also to properly handle the aftermath. ”

Luga sighed softly, and then said to John. "I don't mind who is going to be the good guy and who's going to be the bad guy, I just know that right now, Rome needs us to make the choices we deserve, and there will always be people who will have to make the necessary sacrifices for the sake of the big picture," Antioch said. ”

John was speechless, compared to Luga's words, he was shaken.

John walked out of the tent without saying a word, leaving Luga alone to look up at the coarse white cloth ceiling, he took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, after all, such a bad thing has no previous record, and it is always necessary for one person to reflect on it, and tell himself to get used to it slowly.

Torrismond had finally made up his mind to go back, but it was already autumn, and it was hard to imagine how slowly the huge army had turned back to make it to Genoa.

The road back was even more difficult, in order to get back to their territory before winter, but the road was too far away to admit that they could no longer be distracted by anything but a forced march.

They clung to the coast and walked back, so quietly and eerily that even the peasants who had come out to work took refuge when they saw them passing, as if they had come not to support Rome, but more like invaders.

Torrismon endured such a critical gaze along the way, but fortunately it was not as cold as in the north, and even then, he secretly calculated in his heart that it was time for a showdown with the Suebi who were cowering in southern Iberia.

The soldiers under the command of Torrismond marched along the rough dirt road, and the army of 10,000 men stretched for several kilometers, and each of them was in a hurry.

A month had passed, and they had come to the province of Nar in Gaul.

"This is where we fought against the Romans' 7th Gemina Legion." An old officer pointed to the woods in front of them and recalled to Torrismont, "The Roman legions were led by Litollio, and this old fellow may no longer be able to go into battle, although he often suffered defeats later, but it is undeniable that he is still a warrior, a true warrior." ”

"Looks like he must have done something that shocked you."

"Oh yes, yes, this guy rushes." The old officer smiled, "At that time, we were unable to pass through the siege of Nar, and I am sure that they have run out of ammunition and food, and oh my God, it is hard to imagine that we have surrounded them for half a year. ”

"Aetius was so troubled by the Burgundians that he was caught up in two fronts, each side was evenly matched, he worked hard, but the soldiers in his hands were so little, it should be said that the Romans, there were only so few soldiers."

"And then?"

"Later, Aetius repelled the Burgundians, and then came at us without stopping, and Litolo, with a troop of cavalry carrying food, rushed away from our army, and then burrowed into the wall by Nar. Afterwards, his legion came and fought with us for two days and two nights. ”

"My father told me they had lost their establishment because of it."

"Oh yes, they suffered more than half of the casualties, and it was untenable, and your father met a stubborn brat in the melee, who probably saw his identity from your father's equipment, so he rushed out of the chaos desperately."

"Oh? Is it? Torrismon wondered, "Why didn't my father tell me about it?" ”

"Hah, anything can happen on the battlefield." The old officer looked around, and at this time he was already in the woods, and there were many white bones hidden in the grass around him, and listening to the old officer's story seemed to be more immersive.

"This guy is bent on death, and we got three of them, and we finally beat him to exhaustion, and then your father rushed up and slashed his stomach with a sword."

"He's dead?"

"I don't know. Before we could confirm whether he was dead or not, the soldiers behind him rushed up and we had to retreat. The old officer couldn't help but sneer when he said this, "With such a serious injury, unless it is a chosen person, it is impossible to survive." ”

"Whoosh!"

A sharp voice rang out, and Torrismon felt a strong wind blowing, and instinctively made him lean back sharply, only to see a dark shadow flash in front of him, followed by a hoarse scream from the old officer.

Torrismon turned his head sharply, only to see an arrow stuck in the old general's chest, which was originally aimed at him!

"Damn it, there are enemies!" Never expecting an attack on Roman soil, Torrismon shouted loudly to the soldiers beside him.

The soldiers were very tired from the long journey, and it was only when they heard Torrismon's sudden response that they came to their senses and hurriedly raised their shields, but it was too late.

In an instant, I saw countless arrows flying out of the woods, and the soldiers under Torrismon fell one after another, and even Torrismon's own war horse fell to the ground in the middle, slamming Torrismon to the ground.

"Boom ......"

Thousands of footsteps could be heard converging together to make a loud roar, and a large number of soldiers rushed out from the woods on both sides, encircling Torrismon's army.

"Damn, where did they come from?" Torrismond cried out, and in the midst of the confusion he saw the Lambran flag used by the Romans, and his mind chuckled, as if he understood something.

"Aetius !!"

He is now in the crowd looking up to the sky and roaring, and no one knows how much unwillingness is mixed with it.