Chapter 644: Battle of Sharon 26

"Well, then!"

At this time, the young man interrupted Luca again. He raised his hand high and confessed his inner confusion to his teacher like a student.

"Oh, you have new questions again, don't you?" Luga came back to his senses and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile. At this time, the sky outside was hazy and blurred. It was the time when night and day were about to alternate.

"I don't understand, Caesar." The young man said hurriedly, "Why, when you clearly realize that these barbarian soldiers do not have such good combat capabilities, why do you still deploy them in the middle?"

"No, no, no, man, I cannot agree with you." Luca waved his hand at the young man and continued, "They are not as vulnerable as we imagined, or as weak as they seem."

"I still don't understand. It's obvious that they are fragile and unreliable." The young man became more competitive.

"Because the Huns are too strong, too strong!"

At this point, Luga couldn't help but clench his fists. He closed his eyes, but the situation at that time was still vivid in his mind, and his palms were full of sweat.

"Then why deploy them in the middle? Knowing that this will quickly lead to them being defeated by Attila."

"But if we don't use them, do we have to use our own soldiers?"

Luca's words instantly silenced the young man.

"Sorry, Caesar, I'm from a different perspective." The young man finally lowered his head. He seemed to understand what Luca was thinking at the time. After all, every battle was not as simple as just going there and fighting, cheering and celebrating when you win.

"It's hard to say about the Goths, but although this mixed group of barbarians were recruited to fight against Attila with us, in fact, their existence is no less threatening than Attila." Luga stared at the young man in front of him, and seeing his confused expression, he thought of himself in the past, the young self who was once ignorant and even loved to stand up for the weak.

Luca couldn't help but laugh. "I used to be like you. Sometimes I disagreed with this or that. That's because we were standing at different angles. We are now at the perspective of a bystander, but if you raise this perspective to the level of the country, you will find that your complaints and anger are so unnecessary."

A hint of surprise flashed across the young man's face, but he quickly hid it, "Should these barbarians die?"

After all, he was young, but he was not like Luca. Luca was Augustus after all, standing on the shoulders of a giant named Rome and guiding the giant slowly forward.

Whether a friend appears to be steadfast on the surface or an enemy on the verge of a fight, a leader must always establish a fair scale in his heart.

After all, a loyal ally may be a potential enemy, and an incompatible opponent may become a steadfast ally at any time.

This was the case with the Battle of Chalons.

The Huns had helped the Romans, especially Aetius, to consolidate stability in Gaul, but when things turned badly they openly tore apart the hard evidence of their friendship with Rome at the time.

A hundred years ago, Visigoth had to move his family to become a vassal of Rome, and even helped Theodosius I defeat the apostate Eugenius.

"The bravery shown by the Goths at the beginning surprised Theodosius himself." Luca tapped the wooden table with his fingers and continued, "But Theodosius remained calm. He knew that he could not be too indulgent to these barbarians, but he could not control them too much. Theodosius was afraid of them, but he also needed them."

"What a strange story." The young man kept shaking his head. It seemed that with his limited experience, he still couldn't understand this politics that was a mixture of black and white.

"I must be responsible for the future of Rome. Just like the Goths, they sacked Rome. It was probably because of Honorius's inaction and the Senate's connivance and fear of Alaric. They were just afraid that their mansions would be robbed by the Goths, although they did not escape such a fate in the end."

Luca looked at the young man in front of him at this time, "This does not mean that the Eternal City will not be breached a second time after being breached once. As you can see, I am protecting Rome, even at the cost of many lives."

Seeing that the young man remained silent, Luga guessed that he could not accept such a huge amount of information at once. After all, it is lonely at the top. Along the way, Luga had already taken out his conscience, tore it into pieces, and swallowed it in one gulp, and lived a heartless life ever since.

"Well, it seems that I have convinced you." Lu Jia shook his head slightly, picked up the wine glass and drank the wine to moisten his throat, and then said, "Well, let's continue."

Because he had lost control of the high ground, Attila had to withdraw his front to the south side of the Marne River for a last-ditch battle.

Although this was not his main idea, the unexpected happened. The slave soldiers under his command had never seen the power of Roman kerosene, or they were frightened by the sound and smell of the flames burning their skin.

The Roman coalition's attack was thwarted, and Attila's last-ditch effort allowed him and his soldiers to forge ahead, advancing again and again, forcing the Goths to retreat step by step.

"Where is our king! Where is our king!"

The retreating Visigoths kept asking questions. They were still gritting their teeth and holding on, although no one knew who would die in the next second.

But what were their cavalry doing? They were fleeing in droves, abandoning their infantry.

In the middle, Andrew led his soldiers to run quickly. They were just infantrymen holding heavy shields and spears, and their mobility was dwarfed by the Hun cavalry.

The attacking arrows were endless, leaving the Roman soldiers who came to support with corpses and wounded along the way, not to mention that the ground beneath their feet was already littered with corpses.

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"My lord, something seems to be wrong with the Goths."

The Gothic cavalry's escape was clearly seen by the Romans in the west. Unless there was a huge change, it was impossible for such a large number of Goths to be defeated.

Behind him, the shouts of Luga's army were deafening. No one knew why they would fight to the death at all costs.

All we saw was Luga rushing into the chaotic army of barbarians, escorted by a group of armored cavalrymen. He roared loudly, and the cavalrymen under his command huddled together, waving their cavalry swords or axes like an indestructible fortress, and continuously slashing at the barbarians who were crowded together.

"Follow Caesar!"

"Fight for Caesar!"

When the soldiers saw that Luga had actually rushed into the enemy army first, they spared no effort and roared loudly, holding up their shields and spears and charging towards the barbarians who were in chaos in front of them.

The chaotic barbarians huddled together, not knowing how to continue the war. Whether they were Alemanni, Alto Goths, Lombards, Burgundians, or Thuringians, they were mixed together, unorganized and undisciplined, with confusion and helplessness in their eyes.

The kerosene barrels thrown from the rear of the Roman army kept exploding in the chaotic barbarian army and blooming into flowers of fire.

This flower is like a heavy punch, hitting the already shaken hearts of the barbarian coalition.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Odoric stood on a rock and shouted loudly, but it was of no avail. He was unable to turn the tide. Just like Merovingian, he could not control other tribes, and even his own subordinates were difficult to control.

(End of this chapter)