Chapter 641 Battle of Chalons 23

"Franks?" Attila was riding on horseback, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed on the Franks in front of him.

The Frankish soldiers saw that this man was wearing fine armor dyed black, and had a long black cloak draped over his shoulders, which was a barbarian fabric.

The most eye-catching thing is the golden sunlight and the silver chain mail hood. This is his symbol on the battlefield, a symbol that once frightened countless people.

"Attila? Attila!"

The Frankish soldiers' words clearly revealed surprise. They all looked at Merovice who was hiding in the crowd. The meaning was self-evident.

Merovich swallowed his saliva, pushed away the people in front of him, and came to Attila.

At this time, the Hun cavalry had surrounded them, and each of them stopped around Merovice, holding a blood-stained lance.

No one knew how panicked Merovice was at this moment. He stood in front of the arrogant Attila, raised his head and looked at this invincible conqueror.

"I seem to have seen you before." Attila said faintly, "When you and your brother were fighting for power, I led the army to drive you out of your Frankish land. I saw you there. At that time, you were like a drowned dog on the Rhine River. I thought you would remember this lesson, but you showed me with your actions that this was not the case."

Melovi just stood there stupidly. He must have been frightened. How could someone who clearly recognized the huge gap in their status not be impressed by such a kingly aura?

"But, maybe so." After a long silence, Merovi finally spoke, his voice became hesitant and unclear.

"How pitiful! You think you are the king of the Franks, but you don't have any aura of a king." Attila laughed and shook his head. "Now I will give you a way to live. You know what you should do. I, Attila, will give you a way to live, but the premise is that you must know what you should do!"

Merovich could only swallow the bitter pill of humiliation and lowered his head heavily. At this time, he should know what Attila wanted him to do if he wanted to survive.

“Bang!”

The blood-stained iron sword fell from his hand and hit the ground heavily. Merovice still lowered his head, not wanting to look back at his warriors, even though their eyes were full of reluctance.

"Yes, yes, that's it." Attila's eyes were full of mockery. He looked at Merovingian with a sneer and said complacently, hoping to see Merovingian, the self-proclaimed king of the Franks, kneel down to him, just like Merovingian's brother.

"You know what you're going to do next, Franks. Come on, kneel down and tell me that you want to live under my protection!" Attila couldn't wait to see this scene. This was just the beginning. Next, tribal leaders and even Roman officers would kneel down to him one after another. He was the conqueror! Merovice gritted his teeth, tears of humiliation flowed down his cheeks. He didn't dare to sob at this time, because he knew that his crying would only cause the Huns present to laugh at him.

Finally, his knees bent and he knelt slowly in front of Attila's horse's hooves, first on one knee and then on the other.

"Yes, just like when you surrendered to the Roman Augustus, you know what you should do. After all, your ancestors are very familiar with this." Attila continued to mock the guy who had been against him. He was always like this. There was nothing more satisfying than making the guy who displeased him bow down in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, Merovice knelt on his knees, causing the other Hun cavalry to raise their blood-stained lances and cheer loudly, as if celebrating a victory.

Soldiers behind Merovice

“Woo woo—”

A long horn sounded, and only then did Attila suddenly raise his head.

"What's going on?" Attila asked in surprise.

"My king, it's the Romans, the Romans are coming!"

"Damn it!" Attila cursed, and then he asked: "Whose troops are they?"

"Aetius, Aetius' army!"

At this time, the soldiers of the eight field regiments were rushing towards the Hun cavalry in the center who were chasing all the barbarians who wanted to escape. They closed the distance and threw javelins and javelins at the Hun cavalry.

Although they were braving the torrential rain of arrows shot from the Huns along the way.

Their goal was to drive out the Hun cavalry entrenched in the center of the army. How to deal with Aetius's army now became a difficult problem facing Attila.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Attila waved his hands repeatedly, signaling to Golding and other Hun officers beside him, "We are not in a hurry to encircle the Romans now. Compared with them, the Goths are the real trouble in front of us!"

The officers understood what Attila meant, which meant that they would follow Attila's Goths and tear them apart.

At this time, Attila looked at Merovice at his feet, sneered and said to Merovice: "It seems that your Roman allies have come to save you, poor creature!"

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After saying this, he turned his horse around and led the officers around him to run away, leaving behind only a cloud of dust more than half a person's height that just covered Merovi's face.

Looking at the dust left behind by Attila as he walked away, Merovice knelt on the ground for a long time and refused to stand up. His eyes were red and his hands were clenched tightly.

This was a huge stain on his life, or in other words, a lifelong shame! As the Roman army approached, the Hun cavalry did not seem to stop fighting. They deliberately retreated to avoid the enemy's attack, returning the front line with corpses strewn all over the ground to the Romans.

The huge cavalry of the Hun army retreated again in order to regroup on their own front line and then attack the next target. Yes, the next target was the huge army of the Visigoths where Theoderic was.

"Click, click, click"

All one saw was that one after another barrels of kerosene were thrown into the sky by catapults, then passed over the first array of enemies in the battle, and continued to explode behind the barbarian coalition, emitting dazzling sparks.

"Push forward! Push forward!"

On the Roman side, the attack horns kept sounding, and the officers on the front line kept stabbing at the barbarians in front of them with spears, while frequently turning back to order the soldiers to follow his footsteps and move forward.

Luka was eager to defeat the barbarian coalition that was as endless as the sea in front of him. He was trying a more risky and radical offensive.

"No, we can't fight head-on anymore!"

Realizing that the situation was not optimistic, Odoric calmed down a lot. He saw that his soldiers and soldiers from other barbarian tribes could not break through the dense spear array of the Romans in front of them. He found Frederick and said, "Let's attack from the side and let the Lombards, Thuringians and Franks attack."

"It's a great idea, I hope it works." It turned out that Frederick was also troubled by this problem, but this method was exactly what he wanted.

(End of this chapter)