Chapter 471: Training Soldiers

"Oh, in such a short time, you have already met a refutation!" Areobinders grinned behind Luga and whispered to him, "It's up to you now, Commander-in-Chief of the Thracian Field Army!"

"Tsk, let me try your Eastern Roman soldiers!" Luca responded to Areobinders' indirect sarcasm, and then took Andrew and others to meet the man.

The soldier's equipment was fairly neat. His head was bare and he wore a chain mail that was covered in dust and rust. He had an iron sword on his waist, but since it was not unsheathed, Luca had no idea how much rust was on it.

"Hey, you ambitious fellow!" Luca raised his head and looked at the fellow with the arrogance that only a nobleman could show. "Where's your helmet, soldier?"

“Lost!”

This guy didn't shy away from the question and answered directly.

"Then do you know who I am?" Luka took another step forward, staring at the soldier in front of him, and yelled at him, "I'm standing here now. Can you tell me my position or even my name?"

"Flavius ​​Luca! Captain of the Western Roman Army!" the soldier replied.

"wrong!"

Luca shook his finger at him and said with a smile, "He is the captain of the Western Roman army and the commander-in-chief of the Thracian Field Army of the Eastern Roman army. Soldier, you are a member of the Thracian Field Army, right?"

"Yes, sir!" The soldier no longer dared to act rashly. He quickly stood at attention and faced Luga.

"Of course, you must be!" Luca sneered, "If you are not covered in dirt and look like a barbarian, you can't be called a Thracian field army!"

Luca said, with his hands on his hips, cheering for the soldiers around him, shaking his head in disdain and continuing: "I have participated in the war to defend Rome for many years, and I have never encountered soldiers as embarrassed as you!"

"You are wrong, sir!" the guy said again, "That's because you haven't encountered a stronger enemy than the one we are facing!"

"Really?" Luga looked at the soldier and wondered how such a bastard could exist in such a big world, always talking back to him!

But thinking this way, the soldier added: "They have lived on horseback since they were born, and over time they have become one with the horses under their crotch. They have horns on their heads, and their sharp fangs can easily tear through our armor. We are strong enough, and the fallen soldiers can even fill up the sea! And their weapons are cursed by demons. If they are contaminated, they will fester and die. Too many brothers around me died this way!"

As this guy spoke vividly, the other soldiers beside him showed expressions of fear on their faces, as if they were back in that unbearable nightmare. Among them, only Luca looked at this boastful guy with a bored face.

“Pah pah pah…”

The soldier's speech was interrupted by Luga's warm applause. He shut up and looked at Luga with a puzzled look. He didn't know why Luga did that, especially when he felt that what he said was so terrifying, why Luga was not afraid but laughed out loud instead.

"What are you laughing at?" the soldier asked Luca in confusion.

"I'm laughing at your brain being messed up by the dust!" Luga's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked at the soldier seriously and said fiercely: "Now, shut up, you damn bastard who disturbed the morale of the army!"

Then Luca looked up at the other Thracian field army soldiers and shouted, "I finally know how you failed, a bunch of cowards, good-for-nothing fools! Look, look at how you describe your enemies, demons, ghosts! All the fears you think of are imposed on the Huns! Who are they? What are they! They can be killed, but it is your clumsiness and inner weakness that allow them to succeed! Let them slaughter you unscrupulously."

"because……"

"Don't argue with me, you great orator!" When Luga heard that this guy wanted to argue, he immediately pulled out the iron sword from his waist and put it on the soldier's shoulder.

The guy was so frightened by the sudden killing that he trembled all over. He only saw a flash of silver light. When he came to his senses, the sharp blade of the Dragon Breath Sword in Luga's hand had already penetrated deeply into the skin of his neck.

"If I hadn't stopped, you might not even know how you died!" Luga sneered, then sheathed his sword. The soldier only breathed a sigh of relief when the sharp blade was removed from his neck.

No one had ever seen a senior officer use swords against soldiers. This critical moment made everyone present gasp.

"Now, all of you!" Luka pointed at them and shouted, "Notify those who can't hear my orders at the back, get out now, find a river nearby, wash yourself clean and come back! You idiots!"

Facing Luca's shouting and cursing, the soldiers no longer dared to refute, even the guy who stood up first lowered his head and hid in the crowd, and no one resisted Luca's order. They all ran towards the city gate.

"Haha, you are worthy of being the candidate chosen by Augustus!" Areobinders came behind Luga at some point. Scolding and arguing are physically demanding work. On the other hand, Luga's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

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"I had planned for the worst!" Luca's voice was a little hoarse. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at their receding backs, and then asked Areobinders, "How many soldiers do they have left now?"

"More than 5,000 people." Areobinders also sighed, "Originally there were 30,000 to 40,000 people, but Attila was too powerful!"

"So," Luca went on to ask, "how many men does Attila have?"

"Sixty thousand men cannot go down!" Anlasis stepped forward and said before Areobinders could: "Their army has been invincible all the way, and now no one can stop them."

"What about our total number?" Luca was a little unhappy. "The entire Thracian field army only has less than 5,000 people. The ten field regiments were frightened by Attila. What else can they do? Where are the soldiers you brought with you? At that time, no less than 50,000 people returned!"

"Oh, of course, we still have 20,000 people here, Lord Luca." Areobinders continued, "This is no small matter, Lord Luca, because Attila is advancing here, we are isolated and helpless, and Augustus has drawn a large number of soldiers to serve as his capital guard army in order to protect Constantinople."

"Ha, I get it! I get it!" Luga laughed dryly, and then said, "You gave me five thousand defeated soldiers in the name of trust, and then you expect me to defeat the enemy? Ah, interesting!"

(End of this chapter)