Chapter 602 Farce

On the banks of the Rhine, dozens of warships forming a floating bridge became a very common sight.

There were as many as five such "floating bridges", on which a large number of soldiers passed. On a high ground not far south of the Rhine River, the leaders of the advance troops gathered in front of a small man.

Their faces were full of servility, especially Frederick, who had just recovered from a serious illness. He half-knelt there and pointed to a city not far away and said to Attila: "Great Attila, I am your loyal follower, and I will pay tribute to you with the Roman city of Morgantia, and I will do my best to help you reach Rome and accept the golden crown presented by the Romans."

Attila seemed to be very pleased with Frederick's flattery, and a smug smile appeared on his cold face from time to time. He finally stood on this land he had longed for, and then little by little he took it all as his own land, the land he had conquered.

Attila's conquest was based on fear, and he was best at spreading fear. He used the fear of his barbarian tribes to order them to fight and conquer the lands he wanted. Then he spread fear so that the countries and civilized world in the plundered lands would be frightened and surrender, and then pay tribute to more land and gold.

"Well, fight for me, plunder more land and gold for me to prove your loyalty!" Attila walked down and patted Frederick on the shoulder. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and continued, "I heard that you encountered, um, a little setback when you attacked Treville. Is that right?"

Attila was talking to Frederick, and he deliberately emphasized the words "small setback", which made Frederick feel very embarrassed when he stood up.

"Well, yes, yes, my king, just as you said, it is just a small setback, yes, that's it." Frederick gave an awkward smile and quickly covered up his inner panic with boasting.

He was so afraid that Attila would know this, and he was afraid that he would be despised by this Hun who was half a head shorter than him.

"Please give me another chance, my king." Frederick knelt there, his expression serious, and his oath was firm and firm! "Go, take back what I want." Attila's tone seemed to be gentle, but every word was like a heavy stone pressing on his heart.

It put him under a mountain of pressure, but perhaps that was also his inexhaustible motivation.

"Leave it to me!" Frederick stood up and nodded heavily to Attila. He was so firm and resolute, clenching his fists tightly, with the momentum of not giving up until achieving his goal.

Treville still sat there alone. Frederick appeared outside the city with an army stronger than the first time, but it was not what he expected. What he wanted was that the city walls were filled with Roman soldiers. They were terrified and could do nothing to destroy them because of the large army representing so-called justice.

However, all this did not go as he wished. This time, Treville was not as heavily guarded as he had imagined. There was not even a single patrolling soldier to be seen on the city wall.

Standing outside the city, Frederick felt a little surprised. He obviously didn't expect the Romans to leave their own city undefended. Did they abandon the city? Just like what he saw at the beginning.

He went through so much trouble to ensure that he could conquer this tough city, but in the end he found that it was an empty city. It would be difficult for him to prove to Attila that he had washed away the shame of the past.

If Attila knew that he had stumbled in an empty city, he would probably not be able to raise his head in front of Attila or even other tribal leaders.

"Hey, Alemanni." At this time, the Hun general who came with him stopped Frederick, looked at the wall of Treville and said to Frederick: "When did we attack? It seems that all the Romans in this city have disappeared."

"Oh, no, no, no, my friend, no, sir, you can't be fooled by the illusion created by the cunning Romans. Last time, I fell into a big trap because of this!"

Frederick's description was so vivid and witty that the Hun general was confused. He didn't know how much truth there was in what he said, so he simply believed Frederick's lies.

The most urgent task now is to get rid of this city, and treat this "siege war" with its difficulty and tragic meaning! "No! We can't let the Hun army suffer unnecessary losses under the city. This battle is between us Alemanni and Romans, so let us Alemanni end it in our own way!" Frederick said firmly, and there was even a bit of tragic meaning in his tone. He dared to be the first in the world and was afraid to hurt his brothers. The fearless spirit made the Hun generals open their eyes wide and nodded repeatedly.

I have never seen such an ally in my life. He is simply a close brother of the Huns! The Hun general looked at Frederick with tears in his eyes. He reached out and patted Frederick's shoulder heavily, nodding repeatedly.

As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? Now that things have come to this, the Huns have acquiesced to Frederick's choice. No matter what, the other tribes had to obey his orders. Everyone set up camp nearby and watched Frederick's "performance".

Frederick was also not in a hurry. He first ordered his subordinates to prepare ladders and siege vehicles for siege. The preparation took two weeks.

Soon, Frederick was ready for the siege and gathered outside Treville with several thousand Alemanni.

There was a slight chill in the morning air, and there was no one on the walls of Treville.

Frederick was now fully armed at the forefront of the army, holding his helmet in his hand. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the Hungarian general who was watching not far away.

The two sides looked at each other at the same time and nodded slightly at the same time.

"Well, let me see what they are capable of!" Frederick breathed a sigh of relief. "Warriors of the Alemanni, now, it is the blessings of the gods of Valhalla that have allowed us to return here. It is also the blessings of the gods that have given us a second chance to make up for our past failures here. Now, our ancestors ask us to use enough souls to make up for their losses, and we will do as they wish, and move forward! Forward!"

“Wuwuwu——”

Dozens of trumpeters gathered together and blew long trumpets. Thousands of Alemanni roared and carried ladders and other siege tools and rushed towards the deserted city walls of Treville.

Just as they had expected, there was no way an ungarrisoned city could offer any decent resistance, and the Alemanni rushed into the streets of Treville almost without a fight.

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There was no one here, except for the abandoned bottles and jars on the ground and the few jewelry and gold hidden in the corners. Frederick and his soldiers searched the city up and down, and except for a few thieves who did not have time to escape, there were only some old people who could not escape and corpses that had already rotted.

"What should I do? Why is there nothing?" Frederick looked at the messy streets and the handful of captives in front of him. His mind was spinning rapidly, and he finally thought of a solution!

"My king, look!"

At this time, Attila, who was waiting outside the city, was suddenly called by his subordinates. He raised his head and took a closer look, and found that a raging fire was burning in the city of Treville.

After a while, the gate of Treville was opened, and Frederick led his soldiers to carry dozens of crosses out of the city. There was a dead person hanging on each cross, and Frederick arranged for the soldiers to hang the bodies on both sides of the road.

"How is the battle going, Alemanni?" asked Alemanni, the Hun cavalry who came to inquire.

"Oh my god, the Romans' resistance was too fierce. They would rather die than surrender. They even set the city on fire when it was breached in an attempt to perish with us!" Frederick complained, pointing at the dust, blood and even minced meat on his body, "Look at these damn guys, I can't even remember how many people I killed!"

Seeing Frederick in such a mess, the Huns did not suspect anything and went back to report to Attila: "He said he had solved it."

Attila nodded slightly, rode his horse and led his soldiers around the burning city of Treville and headed west.

(End of this chapter)