Chapter 535 Theodosius is dead

Although the winter night is so long, it will eventually pass.

Just as the believers and Liang himself said, thanks to God's blessing, after the cold winter comes spring, flowers bloom and everything is full of vitality.

Even Luca began to believe that this time the days of ice and snow would prove to be a thing of the past.

According to Liang, this was just God's instruction, but the most crucial thing was that Tarraco's food was no longer enough to support his army to continue the attack.

In this situation, Luca had to go to Pope Liang again to see if this guy who was on par with Augustus had any good ideas.

The snow had just melted and the ground was still very cold. At this time, a carriage drove up from the water-stained street, accompanied by cavalrymen wearing heavy cotton armor.

Not only the soldiers, but even the horses were covered in thick cotton cloth to keep warm. The snow had just melted, and the damp and cold air was like a sharp knife that pierced people's bones, not only cutting their skin uncomfortably, but also making people feel that wearing so many clothes to keep warm was still useless.

When we arrived at the gate of the Governor's Palace, we found that many beggars would rather stay here in the cold because clergy often gave alms here.

When they saw the carriage escorted by cavalry coming here, they hurriedly made way, each one revealing timid looks, as if at that moment, their entire class was doomed.

A slave ran over from the carriage and knelt under the carriage. Luca stepped on his back and got down to the ground.

Not far away, there were complex gazes filled with fear and envy. These gazes really made Luga feel dissatisfied, and he hated the people who cast such gazes.

This bunch of wretched guys, all of them healthy, were begging for food, all of them were covered in dirt and longed for help from others but were unwilling to contribute. This bunch of guys was very much like himself back then, so he hated the wretched self back then.

Simply ignoring their existence, because it was really annoying to see them, Luca strode towards the gate of the Governor's Palace with his head held high. The priests along the way saluted when they saw Luca's arrival. At this time, the priests were not yet high enough to be above secular power.

Because of the special reason of his position, Luca was able to walk in unimpeded and entered the meeting hall, which had been converted into a chapel with neatly arranged benches and scattered nobles sitting there with their heads bowed in prayer.

On it, Pope Leo kneels alone, holding a cross in his hand, on a soft cushion made of duck down. The cushion is so gorgeous that the four corners are inlaid with gold. He kneels like this, with his back to Luca, his head down, and no one knows what he is doing.

The nosy priest trotted over to Liang and whispered something in his ear. Only then did Liang slowly turn around and see Luca.

"What's wrong, Lord Luca?" Liang smiled slightly, "You are not a guy who comes here often. You and those nobles must be nothing to Piety, unless you have something important to discuss. Are you really not afraid of angering God?"

"It seems that God is really unhappy, papa." Lu Jia said to Liang with an apologetic smile: "I urgently need your help now, papa. My soldiers are desperately consuming food because of the cold, and now the supply is far behind."

"There's no food." Liang interrupted Luca. He looked at Luca with a half-smile on his face. "Then it means that your army can't fight for God at all, is that what you mean?"

"Yes, papa, the current food is not enough to sustain the supply of all the troops. We can only..." Luga paused here deliberately. He gave Liang the opportunity to frown and wonder, so that he could start the next step of being shameless.

"What's wrong?" Liang saw that Lu Jia seemed to have something to hide, so he frowned and asked, "It seems that you can maintain part of the army."

"Only 3,000 people." Luca said immediately: "Yes, papa, we can only maintain an army of 3,000 people. This situation cannot be worse, so..."

"So you came to me to ask me to gather enough food for your army to go to war, otherwise you will not be able to launch an attack, right?"

"I'm afraid that's the case, papa." Luca was not polite.

This made Liang turn around and look at Andres who was sitting in the front row. This guy came here frequently recently, and no one was more devout than him.

Andres had naturally heard everything that was said, and he could understand what Liang meant by looking at him. He shrugged and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, there isn't much food left in Tarraco. The nobles may have stockpiled some, but you know, last year's harvest was not satisfactory."

"It seems that Tarraco is not doing much better in this test from God, Lord Luca." Liang shrugged and gave Luca a bitter smile, "Should I condescend to beg these stingy nobles?"

From the expressions on their faces, it was clear that Luca had no way of getting food. He was also helpless, shaking his head at them and said, "Papa, the soldiers can't fight on an empty stomach relying on their faith in God, otherwise they will only see God faster."

Aetius' army in Bolonisa was trapped in the city in the severe cold for four or five months. During this time, he was wondering where Litorius died.

In any case, he urgently needed the help of the Second Legion, otherwise he would not be able to break through the defense of the Guards. He had tried to advance to Rome many times, but there were Guards guarding Adreon, so he could not attack by force, especially before Luca made a move, he absolutely could not show his trump card first.

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After waiting for more than three months, summer is here.

On this day, a messenger rashly broke into the city and was caught by the soldiers guarding the city. He looked nervous and claimed to be a messenger from Thermitius and had something very important to bring to Aetius.

When Aetius received the parchment, it was not difficult to see excitement and joy on his face.

"What happened, sir?" Tereus looked at Aetius in confusion, not knowing what was written on the parchment.

"Theodosius is dead! Haha!" Aetius laughed excitedly, "Ah, the great Augustus is dead, haha, poor guys, haha!"

At this point, Aetius stood up and paced back and forth in front of his work. His face was full of ruthlessness, and he said viciously: "Flavius ​​Luca, look, your backer is dead, how can you fight me?"

"So what should we do now?" Tereus became a little excited because of Aetius's dancing.

"Then let's get ready!" Aetius seemed relieved. This news dispelled the dark clouds on his face, as if he was as sunny as spring. "The target is Rome. Let's go to Rome now. Luca may not have thought that I would be so fearless!"

(End of this chapter)