Chapter 486 Opposite

Attila arrived as promised, with a dark army array like a tide, and a long trumpet that could be clearly heard from a few kilometers away. No one could deny that fierceness had always been synonymous with Attila.

"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!" Under the order of the officers, the soldiers gathered together urgently and lined up in a huge open space in front of Thermopylae.

"Captain, we have deployed four field regiments to form a front line. The terrain of Thermopylae is not very open, so four field regiments are enough to form a straight line." Andrew reported to Luca while holding a map and pointed at the Hun army approaching. "We should have a better way to face the Huns. After all, their bows and arrows are very lethal, Luca."

"We will arrange archers in the second array. The only thing we can be proud of is that we have more than 5,000 archers. Although our archers are still a little less than Attila's men, they can ensure that our soldiers will not be suppressed by the Hun archers and cannot raise their heads."

"Sir Luca, the scorpion crossbows are ready, as well as some catapults, which are all antiques from hundreds of years ago." Arletto ran over and said to Luca, "There are a total of 100 scorpion crossbows, and 40 older ballistas and catapults, but we are not sure how long they can be used."

"That's enough!" Lujia nodded repeatedly. "As long as our crossbow arrows and stones fly over the heads of the soldiers and strike the enemy, it will greatly boost the morale of the soldiers."

As if everything was ready, Luga couldn't help but take a deep breath and looked at the huge army behind him that seemed to have no end. He knew that this time he might not be so passive when facing Attila and might even have a chance to launch a counterattack. This was what Luga hoped to see.

"He thinks he is no worse than Attila." Looking at Luca's back, Arletto couldn't help but sigh. It may be difficult to see a general like Luca since the Roman Republic.

"Attila, there are a large number of Roman troops blocking the road ahead." In the formation of Attila's army, the messenger officer came quickly and reported the situation to Attila.

Hearing that there were still Romans resisting, Attila was indeed a little surprised. He immediately raised his hand to signal, and the officer behind him raised his head and shouted: "Stop! Attila orders you to stop!"

“Wow!”

The army stopped immediately, and the noisy footsteps stopped instantly. The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if no one had ever been there. Attila followed the guide to a high ground in front of the army. Here, he used his wide field of vision to see that the huge Roman army at Thermopylae had already formed a battle formation, waiting for their arrival.

"Oedites!" Attila called.

"I'm here, Attila!" Oedites did not dare to delay and hurriedly rode forward to Attila's side.

"Roman army in front, ask those surrenderers where they came from. I don't think that under our swift attack, the Romans will be able to form such a large army to compete with us!" Attila seemed very decisive. Oedites did not dare to disobey and hurried down to ask.

Oedites led a team of cavalry and came to the front of the Roman army. To be honest, he was unsure about this short call. It was not a question of whether the talk could be successful. The most important thing was that he was worried that Luca had no habit of reciprocity and would kill him without mercy. After all, he had also heard that Flavius ​​Luca had killed Attila's trusted Roman lieutenant under the city of Thessalonica.

Fortunately, the Roman soldiers were very cautious and did not draw their bows and arrows just because they were approaching.

Here, Oedites saw the flag of the Thracian Field Army. This army, which had fought hard against the Huns for a year, was very familiar to Oedites. He immediately raised his right hand to signal them and shouted loudly: "I want to see your supreme commander, His Excellency Flavius ​​Luca!"

After a while, a path was slowly made in the middle of the first Roman formation. Luca, wearing brass scale armor, a wolfskin cape on his shoulders, and a red iron helmet with vertical bridles, walked out of the formation slowly, followed by the captain of the guard Andrew, and came to Oedites.

"It is a great honor to meet you, the respected Flavius ​​Luca." Oedites was indeed a former Roman nobleman. When facing Luca, he always performed Roman aristocratic etiquette so well that no one could see anything inappropriate.

"That's enough. You are not qualified to treat me with Roman etiquette." Luca was very arrogant. Of course, for a Roman traitor, what etiquette was needed? Luca's arrogance made Oedites very embarrassed. He could only smile bitterly and tacitly accept Luca's definition. He did not refute it. He thought that such a life would give him a sense of accomplishment instead of sitting in the Senate Hall and arguing with those pedantic old men.

"Whatever you say, Lord Luca." Oedites saluted again, and then asked Luca: "You are indeed a capable man. An army that has been defeated one after another has regained its former momentum in your hands. So, Lord Luca, we don't need to end this battle through the tragedy of death."

"Oh, really?" Luca sneered, and put on his characteristic aggressive attitude to look at Oedites in front of him and said, "Could it be that Attila can't stand the powerful strength of Rome and is admitting his mistakes? Or are you powerless and afraid that we will massacre you soon, so you are here to ask for peace?"

"You are very rude, Lord Luca!" Oedites restrained his false smile. It was not difficult for Oedites to see from what Luca showed that he was now eager to fight.

"It's like a sparrow flapping its wings in front of an eagle to show off its power, Lord Luca!" Oedites lowered his voice and said to Luca: "Anyone who is an enemy of Attila will have a bad end. I don't think Lord Attila thinks you are a problem."

"Really? I can't wait." Luca laughed and said to Oedites, "You don't know how stupid your words are. So, let's wait and see to confirm your guess!"

"Good luck, Lord Luca." Oedites snorted coldly and turned his horse back. After getting the answer, Oedites hurriedly came behind Attila and replied respectfully: "Attila, they are Flavius ​​Luca who set fire to the attacking army at that time."

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"Why are you so sure, Oedites?" Attila turned around and looked at him, causing Oedites to lower his head like a frightened little creature and not look at Attila. Flavius ​​Luca was a knot in Attila's heart. Since the Battle of Thessalonica, Attila and Luca had been irreconcilable, which meant that only one of them could survive.

"I clearly saw the flag of the Thracian Field Army. I can't be wrong. After all, the Thracian Field Army is now under the command of Luca." Oedites replied in a low voice, "He is eager to fight. My king, it's time to teach him a lesson!"

"If that's true, that's great!" Attila clenched his fists tightly, looking very excited. "Order the army to attack! I want to see what this adopted son of Theodosius can do."

Once the order was given, the soldiers dared not disobey. A long horn sounded from behind the army. The barbarians roared loudly and hit their shields with their weapons to try to cheer themselves up. They marched towards the Roman army.

(End of this chapter)