"My lord! My lord! ”

Another day, while Marcorian was dining on the top floor of the Doge's Palace in new clothes, a reckless officer barged in with a war report.

Such a large movement, combined with the officer's panicked expression, did indeed surprise the nobles who accompanied Mochorian to the meal. It was even those aristocratic women who stretched out their hands to cover their mouths and let out a soft sigh.

Letting his female guests be frightened was something that Mochorian could not tolerate at all, only to see him gracefully put down the knife and fork in his hand, even such a gaffe did not make him let go of his elegance. Then he glared at the intruder-incoming officer and shouted, "Hey, you rude guy, don't you see the current situation? ”

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!" The officer was half-kneeling on the ground, raised the parchment in his hand tremblingly with his right hand, and said to Marcorian breathlessly: "Ah, Attila, Attila has passed through Lower Pannonia!" ”

"Clank!"

The knife and fork in Marcorian's hand came out of his hand, and there was a clanging sound on the plate in front of him, which was followed by a long silence, and everyone looked at Marcorian, but he seemed to be petrified in an instant.

He still looked like a dining place, but his eyes stared blankly at the slowly burning oil lamp in front of him.

"Oh my!"

"Oh my God!"

Naturally, the ladies had heard of this man whose name was terrifying, and his name was like a thunderclap that made people's hearts tremble in an instant, not to mention the immediate threat.

"What are we going to do, Attila is coming, what are we going to do?"

This is the question on everyone's mind, and everyone looks at Mchorian, the almost petrified fellow, and their eyes are full of pleading, longing for Mercoral to find a good solution for them.

"Where's Attila? What is their purpose? Maccorian looked up and asked the officer kneeling in front of him, then reached out and took the parchment from the officer's hand, "Go, go and ask, go and see what the hell is going on!" ”

For the rest of the day, Marcorian fidgeted as he paced back and forth in his house, asking over and over again what the scouts were up to, and why there had been no reliable information for so long.

By this time, the soldiers in the city had already begun to take action, and they had to repair the walls that had not been repaired for a long time, so that they could play their due role in the next battles that could take place at any time.

It wasn't until noon the next day, when the scouts at the front informed Modcilian of the news that Attila's army was heading south, that the guy who was so nervous that he had dark circles under his eyes actually breathed a sigh of relief and said with a relaxed face: "Ha, I see, I see, I thought he would cut me, well, great!" ”

Seeing Marcorian looking so relaxed, this officer was even more puzzled by the monk, and he didn't know why Marcorian breathed a sigh of relief.

"What shall we do now, my lord."

"What should I do?" In a puzzled tone, Maccorian said to the officer, "You don't have to do anything, just sit there and watch how Attila cleans up the Romans in Italy!" ”

Attila is coming!

It was already a fact of the truth, and when everyone thought that the crushing defeat at the Battle of Châlons would bring Attila to ruin from then on, he reappeared as a conqueror in Roman soil.

In Dalmatia, Attila's army destroyed Roman garrisons outside towns one after another, plundering villages along the way to supply their troops, and swept towards northern Italy with great fanfare.

The frightened Roman citizens and Roman soldiers hid in the fortified walls of the town, looking at the mighty Hun army in front of them as if it were a great river rolling from north to south, and everyone's eyes were full of horror.

Unexpectedly, after the Battle of Chalon, everyone thought that everything was over, and God led his apostles to form an army to fight against the demons and finally defeated the demons.

When everyone thought that this invincible king would eventually be depressed by the defeat in this great battle and spend the rest of his life in wine and beautiful women, it is only now that the Romans suddenly realize that they were wrong.

Now Attila is leading his army back, and they are unstoppable, and no one dares to take up arms against them.

The old priest knelt down on the city wall before the fading Hun flag, and he looked up at the sky with his hands outstretched, his eyes full of tears, praying to the sky.

"God, look, the demons have set foot on the land of civilization again, they have bared their fangs and are ready to kill, God, I beg you, send down the oracle and reorganize the legions!"

Of course, the God he begged for did not work out, after all, it was the Romans themselves who could save them.

Attila marched day and night with the Huns, attacking the city along the way, and no Roman army could resist their attack.

In Ravenna, in the face of frequent urgent reports from the front, he was always stopped by Maximus before reaching Valentinian, for the simple reason that Attila was not to worry about now, he was like a negative child, who would obediently retreat after venting, and no one could disturb the time of the great Augustus's entertainment.

The courtiers dared not speak out, and they could only vomit their displeasure in the senate council of the city of Rome, and there was such a statement.

"O God, he has forsaken his people, and behold, Attilace gallops through the land of Rome, and his horses burn with fire on all four hooves, and all that is left behind is burning and destruction in his pass."

"What's wrong? Our God, the gods in heaven, are they all asleep? Our enemies are at hand, and the people of Rome, trembling behind the walls, thirst for refuge, but what about the shield that stands firm on the land of Gaul? And the spear that stood on the banks of the Marne to tear apart the enemy's line? What about the great king, who is enough to make the four realms submit? They covered their eyes and ears as Attila wielded his whip and trampled on the Romans they had protected. Why? Why did they refuse to help? ”

Similarly, when Attila's army surrounded Milan, Valentinian in Ravenna awoke from his dream of Augustus.

"The barbarians came like a tidal wave, and the soldiers defending the city returned fire with bows and arrows and stones, but there were so many enemies that they finally docked the siege towers to the walls, and our soldiers gave up their resistance, and the city fell."

A brief report had told Valentinian the facts of Milan and its fall, and now there was no more laughter in the whole chamber, and the carefree life was finally reported in this latest issue of the war report.

Well, now that the dream finally dawned, Valentinian had to face the sober reality in front of him. But at this time, he chose to remain silent, of course, everyone can see that he can't come up with any way to deal with the enemy in front of him.

"Aetius, where did Aetius die?"

Eventually, Valentinian's roar of pain rang out from the council chamber.