Chapter 494 Dawn

Perhaps the slaughter inspired the "gods" above their heads. They used the blood that stained the land to decorate the sky without mercy, making the sky that was gradually sinking over Europe and even the ocean beyond a blood-red sky. No one denied that this was the end of the world.

But at the moment, the killing continued, as if they would not stop until the last man was killed. Luka led the way, wielding the Dragon Breath Sword and using his skillful body movements to knock the barbarians to the ground one by one.

In war, whether in the East or the West, a general who leads by example will inevitably have a very important impact on his soldiers. Luca was at the front of the army, and all the soldiers attacked in the direction of his iron sword, killing the barbarians and forcing them to retreat again and again. They no longer had the madness they had at that time. They were like wolves with their tails between their legs, with all their strength but unable to use it.

Luga was like a conspicuous flag among them. All the soldiers no longer followed the dragon-headed flag of their flag bearer but stretched their necks to look for the red vertical horsetail above Luga's head. That was the real flag that went straight to the depths of the soul, always inspiring the soldiers present to move forward.

This was clearly an unequal battle, not only Luca, but even Attila, who had tried several attacks, was convinced. The Roman soldiers were in a high position, waving their shields and spears wildly, and the barbarians were helpless with their short axes tightly grasped in their hands. Apart from shouting with hoarse voices, they really had no other way to change the current situation, if they could shout to death.

"The soldiers are retreating, Attila, we may collapse at any time!" The officers faced Attila's back, their heads lowered, not even having the courage to look at Attila's back.

"So, we have failed?" Attila stood behind the army, looking at the soldiers retreating under the Thermopylae through the bloody setting sun. He knew that he had no right to blame them.

The officers and nobles behind him remained silent. Who could guess what Attila was thinking at the moment? No one dared to risk standing up and saying, "Maybe, Attila, my king." Then it was unknown what the consequences would be. God knows whether a more reasonable Attila would become furious and start a killing spree because of this. Anyway, if he didn't speak up, it wouldn't fall on his head. This was certain.

"This damn place doesn't even give my cavalry enough space to maneuver. We seem to have chosen the wrong location!" Attila seemed to have just come to his senses. He slapped his forehead and turned back to Golding and said, "Golding, my loyal servant, I ask you, in this situation, should we continue to fight?"

"We are not defeated, Attila, my king!" Golding said firmly. He held the belt tightly around his waist with his left hand, pointed at the battlefield ahead with his right hand and said to Attila in a stern voice: "Give me a team of excellent soldiers, and I swear to Changshengtian that I can take back everything we have lost!"

"That's enough, Golding!" Attila interrupted Golding's moment of expressing his loyalty. In Attila's opinion, any more unrealistic boasting at this time would be tantamount to pushing himself into the fire pit. Attila may not care about Golding's life, but he felt sorry for a team of excellent soldiers. He had to admit that he was not an omnipotent god and could not overcome the gully that occupied the time and place.

"If we continue like this, we will really lose, won't we?" Attila shook his head and let out a long sigh, as if admitting his helplessness. After all, this was his first failure, and the key was that he was in an unstoppable situation in the negotiations.

"Oedites!" Attila called softly.

"At your command, my king."

"If." Attila shook his teeth. He was still unwilling to accept it, but the shouts of the Romans before him once again reached his ears, as if constantly reminding this arrogant barbarian king, "I mean, if we really fail here, what impact will it have on us?"

"Theodosius will only be more arrogant towards us." Oedites knew the high-ranking Roman nobles too well. He said without thinking: "If we fail here, Theodosius will be even less likely to recognize the gold in our contract with them. He may not give us a penny! What's worse is that as long as the Romans convey their orders quickly enough, we may not be able to withdraw from Macedonia."

"I am not the only one Theodosius fears," Attila said with a gloomy look. "He is afraid of the powerful soldiers under my command. It is precisely because of their large size and sufficient deterrent power that Theodosius, that bastard, is so busy guarding his magnificent palace that he would rather stay there than go out of the city to challenge me."

"Soldiers are my life!" Attila seemed to understand a lot. "I am consuming them, which means I am consuming my own life. God knows how many Romans there are now. They are endless, just like jumping out of stones. You see, there are always groups of fully armed Romans rushing out from that narrow pass. We can't afford to consume them anymore."

"Attila! Attila!"

While Attila was hesitating, a Hun officer on the front line came to Attila, covered in blood and panting. He dismounted with the help of the soldiers. He looked sad, as if he had suffered a great injustice and came to Attila to confide in him. "The soldiers are exhausted, Attila, they need to rest, and their war-weariness is getting worse!"

"I understand! I understand, my loyal warrior!" Attila nodded repeatedly. The officer's words further strengthened his determination to stop fighting.

"Order the soldiers to withdraw!" Attila said as he took off the helmet on his head. This must be a unique, unparalleled crown helmet. It is a sacred object that ordinary barbarian kings dare not imagine, and a treasure that even Augustus of Rome has never had. Inside the crown is the embodiment of great power. This crown is the testimony of the king of the barbarians, this crown is the power to command the barbarian army, and this crown is Attila himself! "What a beautiful thing!" Attila looked down at the crown, and a touch of golden color dyed his eyes golden, like a god. "I treat it as the most ordinary hat and head. When the barbarians see this crown, they all bow down and submit. The so-called true god and his people see it and flee in panic as if they have met a demon. I thought I could wear it to conquer all directions and eventually defeat everything, but in the end, I still stopped, so unwilling, but helpless!"

After saying this, he looked up at the Roman army formation in the distance, which was like a sharp sword. They were unstoppable. Attila believed that Flavius ​​Luca was in the place where the "iron sword" was the sharpest.

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"You are a respectable Roman, Flavius ​​Luca." Attila said to himself, "But I haven't failed yet, which means we will definitely meet again in the future, but not here. I look forward to that day. On that day, you will truly see the horror I bring!"

(End of this chapter)