It seems that history has changed, like a fragile spider silk that can't withstand the plucking of fingers touching the strings, but now it seems that everything has changed.

Is it really necessary to turn the tide, whether to kneel down or take up arms to resist, everyone is looking at Luga, the will of Augustus in the true sense.

In the spotlight and admiration of the world, Augustus enjoyed his rights while fulfilling his obligations as a leader.

"I haven't figured this out yet, but soon, I'll be able to come up with a solution that is sufficient." Luga smiled at everyone present and watched them leave.

"Caesar, you have to understand what happens if you make such a choice, if something goes wrong." At this time, Andrew finally couldn't help it, and asked Luga: "Attila is different from the past, they are too powerful, can we really defeat them this time?" ”

"What? Are you scared? Luga asked rhetorically.

"But what the consequences are, do you understand?"

"It was nothing more than my downfall, my becoming the laughing stock of the whole Roman world, or the object of criticism." Lugar's smile showed helplessness, and he then turned and walked into the room, where the Longinus spear was placed on the altar in the right corner.

Luga solemnly held the spear of Longinus in both hands, this seemingly ordinary and ancient spear, the bronze spear shone with golden light on Luga's face, staining Luga's eyes with golden light. Luga's voice became heavy, and he continued: "Leo handed me this weapon that assassinated Jesus not to negotiate with the barbarians, but to atone for the sins of mankind, yes, the humans of the civilized world. ”

Looking at the Longinus spear in his hand, Luga sighed lightly, and suddenly asked Andrew, as if he remembered something, "Where are the Iberian army and the Alans?" ”

"Nar, Caesar."

"How many?"

"There are more than 30,000, Diego has gathered 10,000 Alans this time, and the remaining 20,000 are the troops who followed us to attack Iberia in the first place."

"It's hard to find out the citizens who have retreated from the north, there are many men among them, gather together, and then reorganize the army."

"Those people, those who are not trained, are they reliable?" Andrew was a little puzzled, he couldn't imagine the consequences of Luga's decision.

"We don't have a choice, Andrew!" Luga came over and grabbed Andrew's shawl wolf skin and said to him, "The fate of Rome! In the hands of every adult male! Now that the enemy is present, there is no reason to avoid it, go ahead, gather as many troops as possible, even if it is Narbian or Ludug, whether it is garrisons or civilians, distribute weapons, and join the war. ”

"They haven't been on the battlefield, and no one can guarantee how they will behave in this war."

"We have no choice in that, my friend." Lu Jia said calmly: "This is fate, you and I can't avoid it." ”

"Is Caesar crazy, you see his army is arresting men all over the city, and all the men who can still pick up arms are incorporated into the army, and the blacksmith shops and armor workshops in the city are operating day and night, and the whole city is crazy, and the sound of striking iron makes me unable to sleep!."

In the evening, Littorius complained to Aetius, his eyes red and his hair disheveled, and that he was dressed so badly in front of his superiors as a sign of his own protest.

"Don't complain, my friend." Aetius listened to the sound of striking iron outside the window, and he sat on a desk lit by four oil lamps, with a hill of parchment piled on the left side of the table, and Aetius drew a map of Gaul with his right hand.

He looked very calm and unmoved at this time, and he smiled slightly at Litollio's complaints, and then comforted Litollio: "My friend, you should be able to understand Caesar's mood at this time, because an upright Roman would not let the barbarians invade and remain indifferent, he just did something he had to do." ”

"So how do we choose, to get on his chariot, or to negotiate with Attila with an olive branch."

"Litoll, the choice has been made from the moment we rejected Attila's impudent request..."

"I understand, my lord, but what are our chances of winning this war, you must know that in our opinion, Attila's army is at least 300,000 or more, and we only have 50,000 people, if we can capture these civilians to fill the number, what are our chances of winning?"

"It's up to God, my friend." Aetius was unimpressed, but when he finished speaking, he stopped the meaningless activity in his hand, raised his head and turned his gaze to the darkness outside the window, "We are not alone, at least our comrades are about to understand. ”

At this time, in the territory of the Visgoths in western Gaul, although it was late at night, Theodoric I did not feel tired, and his eyes widened like stars in the night looking down on the map of Gaul in his hand.

He was a good military strategist, at least as a king, and war was as common as dressing and eating.

He stared at the map in front of him in silence, glass after glass of wine, the alcohol did not promote his sleep, but made him more awake.

"Father..."

Torrismon saw that his father's room was lit up, so he pushed the door in without saying hello in advance.

"Oh, Torrismon, my child, it turned out to be you." Seeing his son, old Theodoric's frowning brow slowly relaxed at this time. "Sit down, Torrismon."

Torrismon sat directly across from Theodoric, watching Theodoric quietly stretch his frowning brow and ask, "Father, are you still looking at the map..."

"The Romans have lost Lance, and now Attila's army is attacking Dulotor Collam, and below is our territory."

"So is Attila willing to negotiate with us? Or which side of the Romans or the Huns are we on. ”

"Attila doesn't seem willing to negotiate with us, he's so aggressive, like his fathers, born with bandits and beasts in his blood."

"So father, you don't want to negotiate with Attila." Torrismond seemed to guess the meaning of Theodoric's words, "Father is disgusted with them, and this is also the disgust brought by beating the mother's womb." But father, you have rejected the invitation of Aetius to form an alliance. ”

"I don't think Attila will consider us friends, Torrismon, my children, and that doesn't mean we'll be friends with the Romans, who are constantly at war. Look at Luga's war against the Suebi, he clearly wants to surround and devour us, this untrustworthy and ambitious guy. ”

"Father." Torrismon was silent for a moment, as if there was something unspeakable, but when he finally spoke, he still slurred, "Father, you must know that Attila's army is in the thousands, and every time he goes out, it is a moving ocean. If you are an enemy of him, even if you maintain a holding position, you will be attacked by him. ”

"Let's do what we need to do." Theodoric continued: "I have ordered the armies of the south to return to the north, in the hope that Attila will fear our strength. ”