The reason why people always have special respect for the elderly is not only respect for the age of the elderly, but also the experience of respecting the elderly.

Sometimes, when encountering difficulties, people always copy the family background of their ancestors, and can always find a suitable solution in the summed up experience, although it is not the best solution, but it can always solve the problem.

Now a new problem arises, and the Roman legions, which have always considered themselves invincible in the world, have never encountered such a difficult enemy, they have no experience to use, and can only cross the river as if in the night, step by step, touching the stones under their feet.

"Suffered! Run out of arrows! ”

At this time, only the soldiers were heard exclaiming, and Golding turned around and saw many horsemen pointing at Golding at the empty quiver he was carrying at his waist.

For Golding, this news can be described as being struck by lightning and electrocuted, causing his heart to tremble.

Without arrows, the bow in his hand was as useless as a piece of wood, looking at the Roman army array with tortoiseshell arrays in front of him, Golding didn't say a word, he just moved his Adam's apple up and down, wanting to say something, but there was no opening before the words came to his mouth.

The Hun infantry was completely unable to support under the onslaught of the cavalry led by Torrismond, the army on the left no longer existed, and there was chaos in the center, and a large number of soldiers wailed and abandoned their armor and fled, and the situation in front of them was completely uncontrollable, and Attila did not expect that the Goths would return to the battlefield.

Remorse, chagrin, what kind of words to describe the mixed feelings in Attila's heart at this time? Even Attila herself can't describe it.

Often it is impossible to understand what it feels like to fail without experiencing complete failure, and I am afraid that people who have been proud for most of their lives will not be able to get used to failure.

Attila gritted his teeth and sheathed his sword, which he usually liked to wipe clean, but this time he went uncharacteristically, sticking his blood-stained iron sword into the richly decorated scabbard.

In the past, it was up to him to decide whether it was over, but now, Attila had to accept the fact that he was passive and disrespected, at least for now.

Then, seeing Attila's face full of anger, he raised his right hand and clenched it tightly into a fist, which pointed straight at the sky, and stood for a moment, and then like a deflated balloon, it hung down weakly, and slammed the chain mail on his thigh.

He let out a long sigh of relief, which was relieved, more like a sigh, and he seemed to let go.

"Stand back! Back off! ”

The officers behind him shouted loudly to the heralds, and the cavalrymen who followed Attila hurriedly rode back, and they beckoned to each other and retreated.

Seeing that the cavalry had already retreated, the remaining infantry who were still stubbornly resisting had lost the courage to resist at the end, and the infantry on the right also ran towards the Marne River with the Hun cavalry, because the other side of the river was the base camp of the Hun coalition army, where there was a fairly solid defense system, retreating there, maybe it could reorganize the already chaotic army and military spirit.

"My lord, our king has retreated!"

The adjutant pointed to the Hun army not far away, and saw that a large number of troops were retreating, and the Gothic cavalry was like mad beasts, and Attila had to sprinkle corpses all over the place.

In a phrase that comforted their hearts, it was the honor of these fools who lived on money to die for Attila's cause.

"It's time for us to retreat!"

Goldin turned back to greet the soldiers behind him, and sighed, as if dissatisfied with the final outcome of the battle, and even sorry for his king, Attila.

"My lord, what are they going to do?"

The adjutant pointed to the various barbarian tribes that were still fighting in the distance, they had stubbornly resisted the great onslaught of the Romans, but they were as vulnerable as if they had been hit by a torrent, and the broken embankments were clung to.

He coldly looked at the barbarian servant army that was still struggling not far away, and then said, "No matter what, maintain the absolute superiority of our Huns, and let them do their own thing!" ”

Just as they were about to turn back, they saw a large number of cavalry rushing out of the ranks of Aetius, and they roared angrily, raised their spears and pounced on Goldin and them.

Unexpectedly, Aetius saw that they were no longer able to run out of arrows, so he was relieved and bold to use the cavalry under his command, which had already been recharged.

Goldin did not dare to slack off, he hurriedly beckoned his cavalry, "Quick, quick, get out of here, get out of here!" ”

Just as they turned back to leave, they suddenly saw a large group of horsemen rushing towards them, their standard-bearers holding an iron stick with a golden eagle insignia and a Rabelan banner.

The armor on each cavalryman's body was as red as if it had been soaked in a pool of blood, and through the silver white mixed with the red, the war horse kept panting as it ran, as if every exhalation sprayed blood droplets, looking even more hideous and terrifying.

"What's this?"

Golding was frightened by the knights who seemed to have rushed out of the sea of blood in front of him, and his lips trembled, and he couldn't help but say, and he hurriedly slapped his horse and urged him to speed his escape.

The heavily armored cavalry slammed straight into the chaotic ranks of the Huns under Goldin's command.

In the confusion, he saw only a knight in heavy armor who seemed to be armed to the teeth, coupled with the terrifying appearance of how not to make people tremble when they saw it, he roared angrily, the roar emitted another sound through the iron mask, he raised the ornate bronze spear in his hand, and every time he stabbed it, a Hun fell from his horse and died.

Seeing that Golding had completely lost the courage to fight, the soldiers who were looking forward to him were even more terrified, and urged them to leave as soon as possible.

For the first time in history, the Roman cavalry pursued the Hun cavalry and kept them from looking back.

The Hun cavalry, which had been gathered together, scattered like birds and beasts, which made the pursuit quite difficult.

However, Luga did not think so, he locked on to Golding, who had fled in the chaos, and rode his horse in a frenzied pursuit.

Golding also noticed that someone was chasing him, and he frequently looked back at the Romans who were getting closer and closer to him, and he never thought that this pursuit would be Augustus of the Roman Empire.

Luga whipped his horse as he reached out to untie the heavy vest that was attached to his horse, because it severely constrained his speed, and he wanted to be faster.

It is worthy of Augustus's mount unloading the armor of the horse covered with iron plates.

"Cave pass! Cave Pass! ”

One by one, the heavy armor fell to the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust, and sure enough, the war horse under Luga's shoulder was faster.

Seeing that the speed was still not up to what he wanted, Luga began to take off his arm armor, and then the helmet, and Luga, who was able to take it off quickly, did his best to take it off anyway.

The war horse kept running when he was archery, and Golding, who frequently turned back, didn't notice that he had removed the horse armor from his war horse.

The exhausted horses finally ran slower and slower.

"Roar!"

At this time, Goldin only heard a roar, and when he turned around, he found that Luga had rushed behind him, and Luga glared angrily, roared and stabbed Longinus's spear at him.

The bronze spear actually pierced the iron armor on Golding's body at this time.

"Click!"

Luga heard a crisp sound, and only felt the barrel of the gun in his hand sink downward, and then pulled out the copper head of the gun and only left part of the tail end.

Lying on horseback, Golding looked in a very bad condition, but his strong desire to survive made him cross the river and return to the base camp on the other side of the river.

But God did not have mercy on him, but when the war horse approached the riverbank, he took his soul, and he fell straight down from his horse and died on his back.

Luga then came, and he jumped off his horse and ran, turned Goldin over, and saw the broken head of the spear on his back, and when he pulled it out, he found that the bronze head was broken in two, and the tail at the top of the barrel was exactly three knots.