Chapter 62: See Aetius Again

The Burgundians lost all initiative in an instant. They had no flesh and no shields and could not charge against the cavalry. The tight human wall was broken and the Burgundians were defeated.

Such a victory came too suddenly, and I was caught off guard. Following closely behind were the second and third arrays of the 14th Gemini Legion, and more than 2,000 people, who finally arrived under the leadership of Anthony.

"Come on, Orius Luca, you don't have to be afraid now, we won! Also, Marshal Aetius will be here soon, you should quickly clean up the indecent things on your crotch!"

Levi stood up and pulled out the iron sword he had just stuck in the ground, and wiped the blood off the blade with the clothes on the body on the ground. Followed by the remaining four cavalrymen, he walked towards the completely demolished carriage.

I came to my senses and quickly covered my crotch with my hands, thinking that I must have been too angry and didn't care about my personal image. The most important thing is that if this vicious Levi knew about this shameful deed, I would not be able to hold my head up in front of him in the future! "Hey!"

Now I suddenly realized what was going on. I slapped my leg hard in regret. Well, I saved my life, but I lost face! "Hey, Orius Luca!"

I was in the middle of the embarrassment when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and found that it was the thief Anthony! Anthony was standing on the carriage and waving at us. I don't know what this deputy legion commander was thinking, but he was waving at us two centurions. He looked at me and Andrew with a big grin on his face and said to us, "Oh, you are great. You are worthy of being the one I picked. Your performance is really obvious to all!"

It was obvious to all. I laughed in my heart. I didn't know whether this guy was praising us for our courage and wisdom or for our cunningness. We relied on luck to win the war. I thought so in my heart, but I couldn't say it out loud. I looked at him with a big smile on my face and nodded repeatedly.

I thought this guy was just going to say hello and leave, but I didn't expect him to ask his driver to stop, get off the carriage and come to our side, "Thank you for your hard work, thank you for your hard work."

He spoke very politely, comforting us and handing us two pieces of clean white cloth to wipe the blood. I didn't care about the blood, after all, after dodging the dogs in the whole battle, I was just playing a supporting role. Andrew was different from me. He was covered in blood and dyed red. There were two big holes on his arm, which were the marks of love left by the unfortunate wild dog. I think this guy will never forget the glorious deed of biting a war mastiff to death!

Unlike the two of us, Anthony, who was the deputy commander of the army, had no blood stains on his gorgeous battle robe and armor. As soon as he got off the carriage, he immediately became a good leader who loved his soldiers like his own sons, helping them here and there, and bandaging them clumsily, causing the soldier to scream the most in pain among all the other patients on the battlefield.

"As expected of a beloved elder, even though he is young, his position is really high!"

Looking at Anthony, although I despise him a little, I envy him more. Maybe his background has created good conditions for him, at least he has a high position and a high salary, and he doesn't need to go to the battlefield himself.

"Oh, Luca, help me!"

Andrew was squatting in an open space, his bitten arm swollen like a big chicken leg. I hurried over to help him squeeze out the blood from his arm, and stopped a military doctor on the road to get some herbs to apply on his arm.

"Oh, this dog's teeth are really poisonous."

I began to feel lucky that it wasn't me who got bitten.

"That's right. Those damn Burgundy barbarians, whether men or women, have never taken a bath since they were born. They are barbaric and backward beasts. I don't know how they survived. If people are like that, how can we expect dogs to be clean? Ha!" Andrew got very angry when he mentioned this. He thought it was nothing, but I was a little worried that he might get sick.

"Andrew, have you ever heard of a terrible disease that dogs carry?"

"disease?"

Andrew looked at me, puzzled.

"Yes," I nodded and continued, "a very deadly disease called rabies (since there is no such word, I will just say it is a disease that can make dogs go crazy)"

"Can you make a dog go crazy?" Andrew looked at me like I was a fool. "Oh, Luca, if I tie you up and starve you for three days, I swear to God, you will be much crazier than those queens!"

"Oh, that's not what I meant, Andrew!"

Due to my lack of knowledge, I had no idea how to explain this problem to him, because there were too many uncertain factors that made Andrew, who was sulking, an uncertain time bomb. God knows when he will get sick, and I have to be on guard at that time, to make sure he doesn't bite me.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, all over the ground, and the blood gushing out from the cut flesh had already formed a small river that flooded the road. Walking in it, you could hear a loud "da da" sound with every step, which was the sound of stepping on blood.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, which had already attracted wild wolves from several kilometers away. However, there were too many soldiers on the battlefield, so they lingered on the edge of the battlefield, staring, waiting patiently. They would not let go of such a hard-earned feast.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

After nearly an hour, Marshal Aetius rode slowly back from the path they had come from. At this time, the cavalry that had come to attack had already finished the battle, and now the heads of Burgundians were hung in front of their horses, as if they were asking for credit, or more like a demonstration to the defeated Burgundians. The Burgundian captives were tied with ropes and lined up on the roadside, waiting for the arrival of the important man.

Aetius, the commander of the Gallic Army of the Western Roman Empire, rode his horse and walked past them arrogantly. I wonder if the Burgundians were so angry that they wanted to bite their tongues and commit suicide. They tried their best to launch a sneak attack for this main goal, but they didn't win the battle. They became prisoners and let their targets watch.

The bugler blew the assembly horn, and the hastily assembled soldiers lined up on both sides of the road, not forgetting to lift the corpses piled on the road, for fear that they would hinder the hooves of the marshal's horse.

Aetius wore a golden copper muscle breastplate and a golden laurel wreath on his head, looking like a victor. Wherever he went, his cavalry came up behind the captives one by one and forced them to kneel down and bow their heads like Aetius.

Aetius held his head high from beginning to end, not attracting attention to anything. On the contrary, the soldiers on both sides of the road lowered their heads as he passed by. It was not until he stopped in front of the destroyed carriage that Aetius stopped and stood in front of Livi.

(End of this chapter)