Chapter 637 Battle of Chalons 19

Half a day's battle is enough to exhaust a strong guy, with his hands and feet filled with lead, and he will find it difficult to return to the battlefield for the next day or even several days.

Precisely because of this, no one on the south side of the Marne River had an easy time. After all, both sides had suffered a large number of casualties in the first full-scale battle.

The backward medical conditions were of no help at all for the wounded soldiers, who could only lie on the open space specially prepared for them.

There was no medical assistance, so all we could do was listen to them wailing in hoarse voices and eventually dying from wound infection.

Listening to the wailing of dying people is one of the worst things in the world, but Luca spent the next few days listening to their wailing all the time.

Now, the Romans faced a very important problem, which was how to deal with these thousands of wounded soldiers.

It has to be admitted that their existence seriously hindered the army's operations, and because they were injured, lost their combat effectiveness, and became complete useless people, so they were wasting food.

Not only that, the wailing and the stench of rotting wounds also constantly affected the soldiers in the nearby barracks.

At least that's what the soldiers who were watching from the sidelines thought. Although they didn't say it on the surface, they still prayed in their hearts that God would appear and take away their tortured souls.

Attila on the opposite side did not have so many concerns. At least the wounded who should have been blamed on him were abandoned during the retreat.

Attila did not have to worry too much. He focused his main energy on building a camp north of the Marne River and turned it into a fortress-like defensive structure.

In Luga, they could only watch the wounded soldiers die one after another. In order to save trouble, they simply piled them neatly on wood and burned them collectively.

At this time, the other dying wounded soldiers stopped groaning. They looked at the billowing black smoke without saying a word. They were so calm, and their eyes revealed a despair as if of death.

Yes, the most terrifying thing for a dying person is knowing that he is about to die but being unable to do anything about it.

Because of the huge number of wounded soldiers and the need to restore the exhausted morale, the battle was delayed for a whole week. Now the Romans had little chance left, and seeing that the food supply was running out, Luca realized that he had to fight this battle to the end again.

But everyone now knows that Attila's army is far larger than the Roman coalition. For these wounded soldiers, they consume rations every day. If these rations are divided equally among other soldiers, then perhaps the healthy guys can eat more.

"Caesar, it's time to decide when to attack."

Marenius came behind Luca holding a roll of parchment. At this time, Luca was standing on a high place with a wide view, looking into the distance. The billowing black smoke from there indicated that the soldiers were dealing with the rotten corpses to prevent more people from getting sick and causing irreparable losses.

For a large army, disease and famine are always the biggest enemies. Luga has already encountered one of them, so they had to make a decision before the disease broke out.

Marenius' call made Luca turn around. He just glanced at the parchment in Marenius's hand and said as if he knew it in advance: "Did Alessio tell us that the military rations are running low?"

"Yes, Caesar. The rations can only sustain the army for three days. Moreover, the dead horses are being distributed to the soldiers. However, there are too many people. Moreover, and..." Marenius seemed to have something difficult to say, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "There is a phenomenon of soldiers escaping."

"How many?"

"Most of them are civilians. They were frightened by the battle. There should be thousands of them."

"That's enough, Marenius!" Luca raised his hand to signal Marenius to stop talking. "I have enough judgment on the current situation. As you know, the situation is not optimistic."

"Talk to Theodoric and other leaders and ask them to notify the soldiers to prepare to go out tomorrow."

Soon, in the early morning of the next day, a faint white light appeared on the horizon of Asia, dispelling the darkness of half of the sky. Under this weak but gradually increasing light, people surged in the huge camp, and the soldiers began to tighten their armor. They took their own shields and spears in turn, and received their own dry food in the logistics area.

They were dressed neatly and lined up outside the camp with enough dry food. Half an hour later, they saw Luga's chariot slowly driving out of the camp, passing in front of everyone, and finally stopped in front of the tribal leaders and officers.

Facing the tired and puzzled eyes of the crowd, Luca couldn't help but smile, and then said to the officers and leaders present: "Just as your Excellency wondered, I chose to set out in the morning because I knew that such a battle could ruin our entire day, which is inevitable. After all, I saw God in my dream yesterday, and he couldn't wait to see how we defeated the enemy. He was so anxious that he urged us to mount our horses, pick up our weapons, and told us that many of us would return to his arms today, but we would eventually win, just as we were invincible in the past."

The officers and tribal leaders present could not help but smile at each other. Helplessness seemed to be seen in their smiles. How much they believed in Luca's words, perhaps only they themselves knew.

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"Well, that's all I have to say." Luga kept nodding his head. He thought over and over again, racking his brains, but he couldn't come up with many words that could boost morale.

Perhaps a few words on the battlefield are worth a long speech. As a leader or a soldier on foot, everyone has his own ideas.

At least they were heading towards the battlefield, so their common goal was clear.

Attila had been waiting on the south bank of the river. Strictly speaking, they had been waiting a week ago.

Although the sun rises and sets every day, Attila only sees the billowing smoke rising from the Roman camp opposite, but does not see the Roman army coming to attack. However, this does not change his vigilance. Attila always believes that Flavius ​​Luca will not give up. Facts have proved that he is right. The Romans are coming! "Order the soldiers to prepare for battle!" Attila turned his head and said to the officer behind him.

A large number of barbarian troops gathered on both sides of Attila's flag. They washed their axes and armor in the Marne River behind them, and stood in place, ready to go, staring at the approaching Roman army, waiting for Attila's orders.

(End of this chapter)