Chapter 623 Battle of Chalons 5

"Maybe we are too anxious..." Luca sat in the carriage, holding the Spear of Longnokis in his hand. Through the faint light of the torches in the hands of the guard cavalry outside the window, he carefully examined this ancient spear that he had seen thousands of times.

Although he was looking at the spear, it was obvious that his mind was not here.

"Caesar, we're here!" the guards outside the vehicle said to Caesar cautiously.

This sound brought Luca back to his senses. He raised his head and looked at the puzzled face outside the window, thinking that he had been in a daze for a long time.

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

Luca smiled awkwardly and waved at the soldier, but this made the soldier even more at a loss. After all, how could Augustus apologize to an ordinary soldier?

Before the soldier could come to his senses, Luca had already stepped out of the carriage and stepped onto the wooden bench.

In front of them was an open space with a bonfire. There, Aetius, Theoderic and his son Thorismon, as well as Diego, King of Alans, Merovius, King of Franks, and most of the other leaders in Roman Gaul, and even bishops and senators specially appointed by the Senate and the Holy See, were gathered.

There were soldiers guarding and patrolling everywhere, numbering several thousand. They patrolled the area with torches in hand, guarding against any possible attack.

With such tight defenses, it must be that even if the main force of the Huns swept in, the leaders present would be able to escape unscathed.

"So everyone is here. It seems that I am the least punctual one." Looking at the familiar faces of everyone present, Luga couldn't help but laugh at himself, then came to them, and everyone sat down around the campfire.

"Ha, Caesar, if it weren't for what you did back then, I'm afraid we wouldn't be sitting here now, meeting with you, Augustus." Theoderic looked quite dissatisfied, and even his words were accompanied by sarcasm. After all, it was because of Luca's little tricks that he had to stand with the Romans.

"It's the late night now. Everyone present here has not slept for a long time, so your minds are still confused." Luca responded to Theodoric's complaints with a smile, without any intention of offending him. He then said to everyone present: "Now, our front-line troops are constantly pursuing, and Attila's retreat is getting slower and slower. In the end, they can see that they plan to stop in Chalons."

Aetius asked: "So, Caesar means that our pursuing army will also stop at Chalons?"

"Yes." Luca nodded and continued, "This is a plain, unlike the woods and other places along the way. It is not convenient for the expansion of the army, nor is it conducive for the Huns to use their advantages."

At this point, several guardsmen came forward and spread out a huge map in front of everyone. Through the strong firelight, they could see that this was the most detailed map of Gaul.

"As you can see, the Chalon Plain is right in front of us, with the Marne River running through it. This is a very good place for rest and battle." Luca casually drew a line along the Marne River on the map with a stick that he used as firewood, and then said, "Here, the Marne River can provide Attila and his horses with a constant source of water, just like all creatures created by God need water, and they need a place for the horses to drink."

"So, what Caesar is saying is..."

"Then let's go to Chalons. After all, we can't let Attila succeed so easily." Luca highlighted the Chalons Plain of the Marne River and said to the others present: "As long as we press forward step by step and don't give Attila enough time to prepare, then our chances of winning are very high."

"How can you be sure that Attila will really fight us in Chalons? What if he retreats from Gaul while fighting?" Theodoric thought of Attila's retreat and proposed an objection to Luca's opinion: "We should monitor their actions and try to drive them out like sheep."

"Sir Theodoric!" Luca turned around and interrupted Theodoric, then said, "I'm afraid Theodoric has forgotten the embarrassment of his fathers, and also, why Attila came here this time. He can't just give up like this, and of course, neither will we."

"But Roman Caesar, don't forget that Attila has many more soldiers than we do!" Torismon glanced at Diego and other barbarian tribe leaders, and then said to Luca: "If a fight breaks out, can you imagine how much it will cost? More soldiers may die in the battle, far more than we can bear, or even more."

"Your Excellency said this because you are afraid that we will suffer more losses in this battle and will not have more power to expand our territory and devour Roman land in the future!" Luca did not give Torismon any face and directly pointed out Torismon's possible intentions. He stared at Theodoric standing in front of Torismon and said with a slightly sarcastic tone: "Sir, if you have such an idea, then I have to think that it is entirely because of the fear that Attila brought to you. You completely succumbed to the hooves of Attila's warhorse. Look, the Gothic warriors were only frightened by those Huns who were not as tall as them on horseback."

"What did you say? Romans!"

Naturally, the Goths present could not bear such a blatant humiliation. They saw Torismon suddenly stand up, roaring at Luga, and suddenly draw out the iron sword and point it at Luga in front of him.

The guards on both sides confronted each other with swords.

“Hehehe…”

Faced with dozens of sharp iron swords, Luga showed no fear at all. Instead, he let out bursts of gloomy sneers.

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"What are you laughing at?" asked Torismon.

"If I were Attila, I'm afraid you wouldn't dare to do this even if you were given ten times the courage." Luca sneered at Torismon, making Torismon so angry that his face turned pale and blue.

"Enough! Enough!" At this time, Theodoric finally stood up. He knocked down Torismon's right hand that was holding up the iron sword, and said to Luca: "Enough, Caesar, forget the unpleasantness just now. Because of the war, we must cooperate to fight against the enemy in front of us."

"It turns out that the elderly are more aware of the power of the situation. At least they don't think too much like the young people." Luca said to Theodoric with a smile, and severely ridiculed Torismon. No matter how angry Torismon was, he had to look at his father's face.

"So, Caesar," Theodoric turned back to Luca and asked, "How do you plan to deploy such a large-scale battlefield?"

"Just follow my instructions, and leave success or failure to God!" Luca said, dozing off, and then walked towards his carriage. "Everyone, take a rest. Soon, we will have an answer!"

(End of this chapter)