Finally, after a long night, the light of dawn was finally seen, and Odoric was flashed by the faint light, the light reflected by the iron sword stuck in his face.

He opened his tired eyes and saw that the sun had already shown most of his head on the horizon of Asia.

There seemed to be no one around, and he looked up, then pushed away the corpse that was pressing on him, and endured the pain of his body falling apart.

When he stood up again, he saw a dense mass of corpses lying all around, with broken spears and broken helmets, blood staining the ground red beneath his feet.

O'Doric stood up, and though it was full of people, who probably knew how many of them were alive. Looking around, you can't see the Romans, you can't see your own people, only the corpses on the ground are motionless, and then smell the familiar smell of blood,

Odoric pursed his chapped lips and muttered in a hoarse voice, "It's dawn." ”

Turning around, he searched among the corpses in one place for a place where he could stay, and walked in the direction of the army.

"My king!"

Suddenly, he heard a call, and followed the sound, only to see a ragged old soldier with wounds of all sizes leading two horses towards Odoric.

"Oh my God, I thought you had an accident, but I persevered when everyone told me to."

"Yes, my faithful companion." Odoric nodded, glanced at the battlefield again, and then asked the veteran, "How many times have we repelled enemy attacks, I mean, I remember five, and then I don't remember anything." ”

"Seven times!"

The veteran straightened his chest and said this as if he had grown a lot taller, a sense of glorious pride.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you!" O'Doric sighed, but still said, "It's a pity that I let God down and missed something really important. ”

Speaking of this, Odoric seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked: "How many casualties are we, we have withstood seven attacks by the Romans, and we have suffered a lot of losses." ”

"As you feared, my king." The veteran looked around at the corpses, sighed, and continued, "Half of the manpower has been lost, and the rest of the soldiers are wounded, and now the soldiers need you more than ever, my king." ”

Odorick was silent, following the veteran without saying a word, like a child who had made a mistake.

Presumably seeing what O'Doric was thinking at this time, the veteran laughed, as if he had laughed at something that should have been sad.

"Don't blame yourself, my king, the soldiers still need you, they need your leadership."

"Maybe." Odoric still looked a little distracted, presumably too tired, hungry, thirsty, these physical pains were tormenting Odoric all the time.

He followed the veteran soldier on his horse and headed for the plain of Chalon, not far away.

In the plain of Chalon, the originally empty place was crowded with men and horses, and they put down their accompanying salutes and camped.

On a high ground north of the Marne, Hunnic soldiers set up camp and defensive lines here.

Hundreds of thousands of people worked together, and the camps that were built were even more rapid as if they had happened in the morning, and appeared in the blink of an eye.

They only built camps for Attila and the Hun chieftains and nobles, while others rested on the open grass, honed their weapons, and waited for the arrival of the Romans.

Odoric and the veteran rode up, and saw the remnants of his defeated army gathering on the south bank of the river, and they sat on the grass, waiting for something.

Odoric rode his horse to their side, and his soldiers only looked at him and hung their heads heavily.

The silence was more like a silent indictment, and their number was really as deafening as the loudest indictment, making Odoric hang his head.

He even wanted to cover his ears, as if their gasps were all scolding him.

In the afternoon, only a long trumpet sound was heard from the southern woods, which was thick and piercing, like hundreds of different horns.

"Stepping on ......"

Only heavy footsteps were heard, and everyone looked up and saw that it was sweeping towards like a stormy wave.

A large number of soldiers stretched horizontally for several kilometers, with the Roman army on the left, the Alans and the Franks and Lombards in the middle, and the Franks on the right.

Under Attila, his soldiers stood up from the grass one after another, looked at the soldiers in front of them who were as black as an ocean, and slowly pressed towards Attila in front of them.

"It seems that the Romans are really going to fight us to the death this time." Attila slowly walked out of the barracks, and the officers and nobles came to the front of the military formation in full armor, and the soldiers got up and lined up behind Attila.

"It seems that the Romans are going to gamble everything to fight us to the death, and if we go any further, meet them, and defeat them, we will be able to take Gaul, Iberia, Italy, and finally Rome."

Attila repeated it over and over again, flapping an eagle made of gold in his hand, and finally pointed directly at the slowly approaching Western European army in front of him, and shouted: "Cross the river!" ”

The Huns' army came slowly on horseback, and thousands of horses came on horseback, splashing along the way, and it seemed that the water of the entire Marne River was boiling.

They were joined by an army of barbarian servants south of the Marne, and together they faced the oncoming Roman army.

"Don't be afraid! Don't panic, now, follow the horn and move on! Advance! ”

On the Roman side, the junior officers at the front shouted loudly, encouraging the soldiers who followed him slowly forward.

Luga stood on the chariot and followed the army as it slowly advanced, and the two armies rolled like two rivers slowly converging, just for the last moment of impact.

The banner is unfurled, and this will be a war of great scale in the annals of history, which is about to be displayed in front of the world.

Now all I heard was the shrill and rough sound of a horn, and the sound of heavy stomping of footsteps. No matter who it is, there will be a desire to fight in their hearts, and the sound of trumpets and battle cries will make even the most cowardly cowards muster up courage and the desire to fight.

"Flavies. And you, O Luga, Aetius, my old friend! As Attila rode forward, he said in his heart, "It's time to settle the accounts from the past to the present!" ”

"Attila, Attila!" As Lu Jia walked forward, he thought in his heart, "I have been fighting for more than ten years, just for today, just to compete with you here!" ”