Chapter 601 Meeting

"Damn it!"

He was immersed in excitement, but he didn't expect that the Romans would take advantage of his departure to attack his base camp. He realized that he had been deceived, and he became furious and increasingly unable to control his inner impulse.

"Cut down the watchtower and bury him! Bury him!"

Frederick pointed at the watchtower and shouted orders to the soldiers holding battle axes behind him. Although the soldiers were exhausted after a busy day, their morale was boosted by Frederick's orders. They raised their battle axes high and rushed towards the watchtower with loud roars.

Naturally, the Romans would not give them the chance to attack. At the sound of a horn, the simple city wall was instantly filled with Roman soldiers. They drew their bows and aimed arrows at the Alemanni below. Waves of arrows rained down, and the Alemanni, who had no shields for defense, fell down in large numbers.

“Tap, tap, tap…”

At this time, a large number of Roman soldiers holding spears and shields rushed out of the empty camp. Led by a Roman officer, they rushed towards Frederick in front of them.

In the chaos, Frederick saw the leading officer, who surprisingly looked familiar to him, but it was too late. The exhausted soldiers had no power to fight back against the rain of arrows and could only fight and retreat.

"Flavius ​​Luca! Flavius ​​Luca!"

Frederick shouted loudly behind the hastily formed shield wall of the soldiers, calling out Luca's name over and over again. It was hard to imagine what he was feeling at the moment. What was certain was that this must be Luca's conspiracy.

How he wished he could lead his soldiers with shields and swords, cheer up and charge forward in the hail of arrows to teach the Romans who had ambushed them a lesson. However, he was too weak, and the wounds all over his body revealed a tearing pain as soon as he exerted force.

“What should we do!”

The soldiers asked Frederick again and again, and Frederick was naturally furious. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, grabbed the iron sword from the officer next to him, and put his left hand on the guard's shoulder. His face was pale, veins bulged on his forehead, but he was sweating coldly for some reason.

"Charge in! Kill them! Charge in and kill them!" Frederick's lips trembled constantly. He still refused to accept his fate of failure and still stubbornly gave orders to the soldiers beside him. But before the soldiers could respond, his eyes went dark and his head drooped heavily.

Even though he was so indignant when he was conscious, after he fell unconscious, his soldiers fell into confusion again.

A month later, outside the city of Ludinan, the last group of citizens who retreated from Treville made a brief stop in Ludinan.

Luca led Andrew, who had just returned from a surprise attack on the Alemanni camp, to the governor's palace in Ludinan. Aetius wore a white robe, a red toga, and a laurel crown on his head that was only worn during solemn ceremonies.

Of course, meeting Caesar was a more important event than any festival. Since entering the city gate of Ludinum, the houses on both sides of the street were hung with colorful flags, and the "Black Ear" symbol representing Rome was particularly eye-catching.

Luga sat in the carriage, staring blankly at the flags flashing outside, and was completely lost in thought.

"Caesar, you are about to meet Aetius. You need to dress yourself properly so as not to embarrass your subjects." Andrew rode over to remind Luca, interrupting his thoughts.

"Oh, yes, Andrew." Luca came to his senses and quickly straightened his clothes. As he did so, he said to himself, "Keeping neatly dressed is also an indispensable etiquette for a qualified Augustus. I can't let them laugh at me."

"Caesar." Andrew looked at Luca's puzzled expression and couldn't help asking, "You seem to have something on your mind, and it seems no one can answer your questions."

"Oh, yes, yes, my friend, look at me, thinking about the problem makes my head almost explode!" Luca defended himself with a wry smile, and patted his forehead. Because they have been friends for many years, although the relationship between the monarch and the minister clearly forced them to keep their distance, Luca still talked to Andrew privately. "You know, Andrew, it has been a month since I left Treville. During this time, I kept sending scouts to Agrippina to look for him."

"You mean Anais, the Gallic woman?"

"Well..." Luca did not deny it, just like he talked about everything with Andrew.

"I still haven't forgotten her, that woman, huh..." Andrew lowered his head and let out a sigh-like laugh, "Luga, oh, forgive me for calling you that. The past is like a dark cloud passing by. It should be gone if it's gone. Leaving behind such an obsession is not like Augustus' style."

"You are right. Augustus should not leave an obvious weakness to the world, otherwise people all over the world will use this weakness to hurt me." Luca's eyes were cold as he watched the carriages and horses gradually leave the street and walk into the square.

"Welcome, Caesar!" Aetius had been waiting here for a long time.

Luca got off the car and looked around to see fully armed soldiers everywhere. They stopped the citizens who wanted to meet Augustus. This was understandable, after all, no one could be sure how many of them came there to pay their respects, and many of them might want to kill him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Aetius. I think we must have something to talk about, and it will be a long conversation." Luca greeted Aetius with his arms crossed.

"It's my honor, Caesar." It's not known whether Aetius was willing to call him Caesar, but he still had a good chat with Luca.

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The two men walked up the stairs side by side, but due to their different status, Aetius consciously took a step lower.

Just as he was about to climb the last step, Andrew suddenly called Luca. When Luca turned around, Andrew pointed to a ragged scout in the square below and said to Luca: "Caesar, there is news."

"Really?" Luca responded lightly, but his body was extremely honest. He quickly reached out and snatched the parchment from Andrew's hand. After opening it, the words inside were very brief, but revealed an absolute message.

Luga was almost stunned, but fortunately he quickly regained his composure, it only took a second.

"What's wrong, Caesar?" Aetius, who was waiting, asked "concernedly": "Has something happened?"

"No, it's just one person." Luca raised his head and smiled at Aetius, "He's just an ordinary friend. It's a pity that I will never see him again in this life."

"Please forgive my offense, Caesar." Aetius quickly bowed to apologize for his rudeness and then said, "Caesar, please be patient and accept my grief. After all, the suffering people experience is God's will."

"As you said, sir, there are more urgent matters that we need to deal with right now. After all, people are dying all the time." Luga nodded continuously. His breathing was a little heavy, but he still smiled calmly and threw the parchment on the steps, letting it be blown away by the breeze.

(End of this chapter)