Chapter 627 Battle of Chalons 9

No one can tell clearly what supported the Romans in the war, and no one knows what kind of pressure Flavius ​​Luca was withstanding to continue the war.

Three days ago.

The army was passing through a village on the road to Orleans, which had just been plundered by passing barbarians.

There were already cold corpses hanging on the branches on both sides of the muddy dirt road, and there was a village in ruins not far away. It had been looted, and the blackened and deformed corpses that had been burned were piled up together to form a strange tower. There was no living thing around. Attila was just like the legend said, killing all the life he could see wherever he went.

Even that hard-hearted guy couldn't help but turn his head to avoid the tragic scene before him.

The priests stopped here, holding precious Bibles in their hands, facing the living hell before them, and prayed continuously, hoping that God would take in these poor souls.

Well, that's all they can do. Not to mention whether their prayers can come true, it's more of a way of deceiving themselves.

However, there were still people who were brave enough to return to the village. They fled when Attila's army came, and they came back after Attila's army left.

They survived the disaster but lost everything. The miserable cries of a woman were heard in the empty space. She must have lost something extremely precious and her closest family members to make her cry like this.

As they got closer to the village, Luka could not help but frown at the very unfriendly smell. Then he pulled down the door curtain and closed his eyes.

But the woman's cries were like a spear tip that could penetrate everything, and reached Luga's ears through the thick wooden boards of the carriage.

Such a miserable sound tortured Luga's ears, but Luga still gritted his teeth and endured it. After all, this was the last care for someone who had lost everything.

"We are already stretched to the limit with the number of Suledes we have, Caesar. We really can't continue this battle."

Aresio sat in front of a pile of parchments, which recorded everything about the use of materials in recent times.

"What?" Luca asked Aresio in confusion, "Did Valentinian squander all the Roman treasury?"

"After all, this is an unprecedentedly large army, Caesar." Aresio raised the parchment in his hand and continued to say to Luca, "If we also have to take our allies into consideration, this is not a small amount. If we want to maintain the army's next pay and food, then we must expand the production of Suledes and buy everything we want from the elder nobles."

"Isn't there any elder noble who is willing to take the initiative to donate money?"

"No, Caesar, not even one!" Aresio said, shaking his head. "They refused to provide supplies to the army, saying they had no money left. So they have been using the money and food from the treasury for a while. I didn't expect that it would be difficult to sustain for more than a month."

"Damn you guys." Luka cursed, slapping his thigh fiercely, his tone full of anger. "These blood-sucking demons, shameless parasites! They can't make any money in this war, so they want to protect their pitiful wealth, greedy, stingy guys! Why are you telling me this now?"

"Sorry, Caesar, the war is urgent."

"Yes, the war is important, but now you let me know that the army has no supplies. My God, it means that our army is now like a warship without any rivets. It can't withstand any wind or waves!" Luca became more and more angry. He was so angry that he cursed these damn elders and nobles fiercely, "These damn beasts are still treating this war with a speculator's mentality. They are all watching the show, watching us fight to the death with Attila and get nothing. We who call ourselves civilized look more like beggars!"

As he cursed, Luga finally realized that he was about to lose control. This was not what a leader should do at this critical moment.

At least we can't let the other soldiers outside know that we are now isolated and have no way to retreat.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, so as not to let the anger affect his judgment.

"I think Aetius and the others don't know about this yet." Luca deliberately lowered his voice and asked Alessio in a low voice.

"Yes, Caesar, they don't know."

"But truth cannot be hidden." Luca sighed lightly and knocked the car board under his feet with the Spear of Longinus in his hand, making a "bang bang" sound.

"Do you want to..."

"Okay, now I know. Don't worry, Alessio. I know what I should do now."

Just as Aresio was about to ask Luca whether he wanted to ask Pope Leo for support, he was silenced by Luca's words before he could even open his mouth to mention it. Luca closed his eyes slightly and leaned back on the pillows piled up behind him.

What on earth was he thinking about? Aresio was confused by this. Luca must have been thinking hard about the future. Just as he said, the current army was like a huge warship, which was swaying in the storm without money. Without money and food as rivets to fix it, the battlefield would fall apart without going through the storm.

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"Order the soldiers to speed up again. We will try to reach Orleans in two days. We don't have much time left, and our brothers in Orleans are still struggling!" Luca was silent for a moment, then leaned out and said to the officer guarding the car.

Alessio, who was standing by, listened carefully and understood deeply that Luca was going to go all out.

When Luca turned around, Aresio gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to continue, "Caesar, I'd better go and discuss this with the Pope. He will definitely have a good way to deal with this, right?"

"That's enough, Alessio, my friend." Luca rejected him again, his attitude was so firm, "We can't compromise again and again, especially to the Holy See!"

Alessio didn't know what Luca meant by this sentence. He only saw Luca constantly polishing the Spear of Longinus in his hand, and he looked a lot dazed.

"Caesar, I... I..." Aresio really felt that this matter was inextricably linked to himself. He knew that this time was different from the past. Luca could not afford to lose, and Rome could not afford to lose, but Attila might not. He had the vast wilderness of the Far North, and he had unlimited retreat routes, but Luca did not. If, I mean if, Luca failed, then it was very likely that Attila would take the surname of Flavius ​​and turn all the Romans in the empire into his slaves.

"I know you blame yourself, Alessio."

Luca sighed and continued, "I had anticipated this situation a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to happen so suddenly. This is our fate, and no one can escape it. There is no need to blame yourself. Those profit-seeking demons are not on our side, but I firmly believe that God is on our side!"

A slight smile appeared on Luga's face, and Aresio knew how bitter that smile was.

(End of this chapter)