Chapter 622 Battle of Chalons 4

"Damn it!" Frederick roared in pain and looked at Andrew who was heavily protected by more than two hundred soldiers.

His eyes were clearly filled with anger and sadness.

The distance that was clearly right in front of him was so out of reach. In other words, he now had to pay the price for his arrogance at that time.

The Alemanni retreated like a tide, and the cavalry that came to support Diego and Andrew chased them for more than ten kilometers before stopping.

Looking back, Diego, who stayed where he was, was instructing the soldiers to take care of the injured Andrew.

Due to exhaustion and the serious injuries he suffered, Andrew soon fainted while treating his wounds.

"What a troublesome guy!" Diego couldn't help but sigh as he stroked his head and looked at Andrew.

Marching ahead of the Alemanni were the Autogoths. As a vassal tribe and army of the Huns, their primary priority was to protect the safety of Attila's main army in advance. The second was the Scythians, who stood firmly with the Huns and did not hesitate to use their brave soldiers and seductive girls as bargaining chips for a firm alliance with the Huns.

Odoric, the leader of the Alto-Goths, was following the Scythians with his people. He was worried along the way, because the news of the Alemanni being attacked and suffering heavy losses kept coming in, making them feel precarious.

Odoric was worried that if the Alemanni could not hold on, they would have to stay and help Attila resist the Roman coalition forces that were chasing them like a pack of wolves.

God knows who gave the Romans such confidence and courage to show such an aggressive attitude in front of the conqueror Attila.

There was pitch black in front of them, and in the darkness there was only a group of travelers. No one knew what was around them, and they were very anxious, just to get there as quickly as possible and reach the place Attila wanted at the time he wanted.

"Oh my God, I'm so tired. I feel like I can see the ancestors of Valhalla. They are looking at us from the sky. Oh my God, my legs! Damn it, damn it!"

Listening to the soldiers' constant complaints, Odoric didn't know how to comfort them. After all, they were fighting for Attila, who had nothing to do with them but had to obey them. It was understandable that the soldiers complained.

"Hold on, as long as we win, Attila will let us go!" Odoric said decisively, but did not get the approval of his soldiers.

"This is a completely meaningless loss!" His soldiers stood up and complained loudly: "Why are we fighting for? Why are we standing on Roman soil? Look, the angry Romans are chasing us. They want to kill us all!"

"This is our destiny as warriors!" Odoric said righteously: "This is to fight for our destiny, to fight for our battle to win everything and conquer all enemies!"

The pale and eloquent words only earned a few officers' shouts of support, but the other soldiers responded with sneers. Similarly, it was not only Odoric who faced distrust of his leader. Other tribes that were vassal of Attila had the same situation. Who would believe that the conquered would insist on making sacrifices for others for the so-called conquest?

"Enough! Let's go, get up, I don't think you are tired enough, because you still have the energy to complain here!" Odoric had no choice but to shout and threaten the soldiers, depriving them of their rest time and then continue on their way.

"Ha, our great leader, I hope that the even greater Attila will take your wishes into consideration instead of using us as his shield and squandering our money!"

The soldier's sarcasm came to an abrupt end when he saw a group of Hun cavalry passing by and the leading officer glanced at him.

It seemed that the Huns were more terrifying than his leader. He had to hide his edge and shrink into the crowd, avoiding the scrutinizing gaze of the Hun cavalry officer who was walking slowly by.

"I hope this guy didn't understand what he said." The soldier prayed quietly, then secretly glanced at the team of Hun cavalry gradually moving away and disappearing into the darkness.

"Ha! These ugly guys." The soldier laughed behind them, but he didn't expect that his head was hit hard by a heavy object, and then his eyes went black and he fell straight to the ground.

The one who made him faint was none other than their leader Odoric.

Odoric was seen holding a bloody stone in his hand. He casually threw the stone aside in front of everyone, then pointed at the unconscious soldier and said to the others: "See, this is the result of being disloyal to me!"

Such a powerful aura frightened the surrounding soldiers into silence, and those who followed the commotion stared at Odoric with wide eyes, their eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

“Oh~”

The unconscious soldier beneath him gasped, and such a small sound attracted everyone's attention.

Looking at the guy who was not dead yet, Odoric drew out his iron sword without saying a word, and then chopped off the head of the guy who talked back.

The soldiers around him gasped, and they finally understood Odoric's determination, especially his determination to take action.

"Odoric! Odoric!"

Just as the soldiers were surprised and frightened by Odoric's brutality, a Hun cavalryman rode up from behind.

The cavalryman came straight to Odoric, without any intention of saluting the leader, and said to him as if he were an equal: "Now, my king Attila tells you that there are traces of Romans nearby, so you must lead your army here to stop the Roman attack and be sure to escort my king Attila to the Chalon Plain after dawn."

"And us?"

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Before Odoric could respond, the soldiers behind him began to whisper. They seemed to find it difficult to accept such an order, as if they were completely abandoned.

"So when do we retreat?" asked Odoric.

"When the sun rises slightly over Europe and you can clearly see the trees, birds and animals around you, you can retreat and return to Attila."

"All right!"

Odoric nodded in agreement, his tone more like a sigh. Of course, he also had the intention of resisting as the soldiers thought, but he had no choice but to bow his head and accept Attila's orders.

Odoric led the Autogoths to line up and wait on a flat ground. After nearly an hour, they saw the Alemanni retreating in groups.

Soon after, they saw a large number of torches rushing towards them like a sea of ​​fire.

"Oh my God, what is that?" the soldiers exclaimed.

"Prepare for battle!" Odoric shouted loudly, waving the iron sword in his hand, and the soldiers gritted their teeth and raised their shields.

"Caesar, our vanguard troops have met Attila's follow-up troops, and the two sides are now engaged in battle."

"How long will it take to take it down?"

"have no idea."

The messenger officer lowered his head and looked at the carriage in front of him. A hand stretched out from the carriage and waved to the officer.

(End of this chapter)