Chapter 599 Exchange

"He?" It was so incredible that a simple word came out of Aetius' mouth. Yes, I mean Aetius' tone. He reached out and pressed down the parchment letter on the table.

He didn't mean to pick it up or even look at it. The man's psychological dynamics were just like the expression on his face, first surprise, then sneer. "Oh, this is really a very bad thing."

"We should take some action." Tereus said indirectly, "After all, Flavius ​​Luca's status is no longer what it used to be, and he is attracting much attention. If we choose to stand aside and watch, I'm afraid it will cause criticism from Romans in other regions, especially in Italy, which is very dangerous for us."

"As you said, Tereus, Caesar should understand what he is facing." Aetius was very calm. He stood up and slowly walked to an independently decorated room on the right side of the meeting hall. A detailed map of the Gaul region was engraved on the floor.

Aetius walked back and forth on the map, his eyes slightly closed, quietly enjoying it all, as if the entire province of Gaul was at his feet.

"I have a bad feeling, everyone." Aetius slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at the generals behind him. His face was solemn. When he learned that Luca was surrounded, he was not overly anxious, nor did he gloat as politicians believed an opponent should.

Littorius then said: "Now Attila's vassal army is leading the charge and launching a massive attack under the surveillance of the Huns. Belgian Gaul is in danger. Flavius ​​Luca..."

"It's Caesar!" Aetius interrupted Litorius and continued, "You can disrespect that man, but he has become Augustus. You are not qualified to disrespect Augustus."

"Yes, Caesar!"

Lito bowed slightly, and although his face was full of reluctance, he still chose to follow Aetius's implication and shut his mouth.

"Attila's army is now conquering cities and defeating all Romans who try to resist. It is impossible for Caesar not to notice such an astonishing speed." Aetius held a special stick and pushed the knight with a carved warhorse to the foot of the city marked Treville, muttering to himself, "He should have known the movements of the barbarians in advance and found out the reason in time, but what made him so hesitant and restrained?"

"Lord Tereus." Aetius greeted.

"How can I be of any service to you, my lord?"

"Send out some more scouts to see what Caesar of the Eastern Roman Empire is doing. Does he want to use his 30,000 new soldiers to fight Attila's coalition army?"

At the same time, in front of the northern gate of Augusta-Treville, Frederick stared in surprise at the purple-robed Luca in front of him.

Yes, he originally thought that this was just a nobleman with military experience, but when he knew that this was Augustus of the Eastern Roman Empire, how was he touched? "You are really unreasonable!" Luca said, reaching out to grab the cloak hanging on his shoulders, and then waving his hand violently, the cloak on his back flew over and covered Frederick's head.

"not good!"

At this time, the guards behind Frederick exclaimed in their hearts, but it was too late.

"brush!"

At this time, Luga flew past and flashed behind Frederick. Frederick tried to retreat because he was blocked by the cloak, but Luga grabbed him and pulled him back.

Frederick's guards were about to step forward, but they saw a dagger suddenly appear in Luca's hand.

"Stop!" Luga yelled, then swung the dagger and stabbed it into Frederick's right buttock muscle.

"ah!!!"

Frederick, who couldn't see anything and didn't know what was going on, suddenly felt a piercing pain in his buttocks. Naturally, he couldn't bear it and screamed loudly.

All they saw was a white knife going in and a red knife coming out. The guards were so scared that they dared not move forward. They didn't expect Flavius ​​to do that! Luca was actually sneaking up on them.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" At this moment, the blood flowing from his buttocks instantly dyed Frederick's right leg red. He kept muttering, and compared with his fierce resistance just now, he was much calmer, probably realizing that this would only cause more holes in his buttocks.

"Sir Frederick, I think you are a little prejudiced against the Roman nobles. After all, in your imagination, such an agile Augustus must not exist!"

Behind him, Luga sneered, grabbed Frederick's neck with his left hand and kept backing away, and was about to take Frederick further and further away.

"Now we can negotiate conditions calmly!" Luga said, brandishing his dagger and pointing it directly at the Alemanni who were trying to move forward, so that they would give up any thoughts of speculation.

"How do you want to talk?" Frederick asked Luca, breathing heavily.

Luca looked down and saw Frederick grabbing his arm and trying to make some move, so he swung the dagger and hit Frederick's right hand twice!

“Ahahahaha…”

Before he knew it, two more bloody holes appeared on his arms, and Frederick completely lost the ability to resist.

Hearing Frederick's wailing, his guards dared not act rashly.

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"I have a good deal. I'll take you and exchange you for my soldiers." Luca continued in a threatening tone, "This is a good deal. At least it can save your life."

"What if I say no!" Frederick gritted his teeth. As was the nature of these barbarians, he was determined to fight back, and he thought that his persistence and words would waver the civilized man in front of him.

“Shhhhh!”

But the reality is not always what he wants, and his firm refusal is met with three decisive stabs from Luga, and instantly there are three more holes on his butt!

"Oh my! Oh my!"

Frederick was in so much pain that he spoke in his own tribal language, and now he was howling in pain like a wounded dog.

"I hope you will think carefully before answering next, barbarian." Luga leaned close to his ear and continued, "After all, my next blow will be aimed at your vitals."

"Enough! Enough!"

Frederick finally lost his last desire to resist. With tears streaming down his face, he shouted again and again: "I agree! I agree!"

"Now, let my soldiers come over and return to their own city. Of course, I won't stop until the last soldier comes in!"

"As you wish, as you wish!"

Frederick finally lost the courage to resist again. He answered Luca in a crying voice and ordered the soldiers to release the people.

(End of this chapter)