Chapter 649: Choice

"I am very sorry for what happened to your father. I am sorry, Torismon. At this moment, I think there is really no better way to express my feelings or comfort you except to express my condolences."

"Things are unpredictable, Caesar." Thoris nodded helplessly, but there was still a hint of sadness on his face.

Luga seemed to be able to empathize with his pain, but reality did not allow him to show too much sympathy for the poor guy in front of him.

"Tell me, son of Theodoric." Luca quickly adjusted his tone and continued to say to Torismon: "Attila retreated, he was defeated, but he still had a large number of soldiers behind him supporting him, and perhaps they are still supporting him now."

"We are not afraid. The Goths don't care how many people Attila has under his command. They only care about where Attila is now!" Torismon said firmly. He was so determined that he even began to be a little self-willed and no longer paid attention to the dissuasion of others.

"I understand your thoughts, but, Torismon, this is not the time to act rashly. As you can see, Attila and his soldiers have paid a heavy price. Their bodies are all over the river, and the soldiers are already very tired. It is difficult for them to continue the next battle."

"I don't care, Augustus of Rome!" Torismon stared at Luca with wide eyes, with a momentum that no one could stop, even if the person in front of him was Augustus of the Roman Empire. "It would be better if the bodies of the Huns blocked the river in front of us, because we will step on their corpses and pierce their throats with our spears and iron swords to avenge our dead king."

Torismon's stubbornness surprised Luca a little, but Luca was a man who had seen the world after all, so how could he be so frightened by such a small blow?

Although Luca didn't say it, he had already listed Torismon in the list of extremely dangerous guys in his heart. There was no way, Torismon, who told you to openly contradict the current Augustus, the most authoritative person in the known world.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves was heard not far away and was getting closer and closer. Luca and Torismon looked in that direction together, only to see Aetius. He was dressed cleanly, except for some almost invisible dust on his body when he was riding a horse. The rest of his body could really be described as bright and shiny.

After all, Aetius did not personally join the battle, and even the losses of his soldiers in this battle were almost negligible.

It seems that these are the real bystanders and the plunderers of the fruits of victory.

He approached slowly, and what surprised Torismon was how this lazy guy could defeat his father's many offensives in Narpan Gaul time and time again.

"Aetius, you've arrived just in time."

When Luca saw Aetius coming, he thought of using Aetius to suppress this stubborn Goth, eliminate his desire for battle, and thus give up the idea of ​​fighting again, and finally end this damn war.

Luca called Aetius to come forward, and pointed at Torismon beside him and said, "There seems to be some disagreement among us now, Aetius."

"What is it, Caesar?"

Aetius seemed to be in great shape. He walked up to Luca and listened attentively beside him, looking very careful.

"Oh, yes, that's right, listen to me." Luca thought for a moment and then quickly continued, "Our allies are eager to fight and want to force their way across from here to Attila's military camp."

"Headquarters? Where are we going and what are we doing?" Aetius didn't know whether he was cooperating with Luca or really felt that doing so was crazy, but his expression was one of great surprise.

"Go kill Attila!"

Torismon answered decisively, without any hesitation or delay.

"My God, Torismon, I understand how you feel now, but I have to say that our soldiers, well, they are really very tired, plus we have run out of rations. Hey, you know, without supplies, our soldiers really can't go on, yes, it's hard to go on." Aetius was worthy of being a politician for many years, and he naturally had his own way of shirking responsibility and wrangling. He hesitantly talked for a long time, and in the end it was still the same topic. Now I'm sleepy, tired and a little hungry, and I don't have the energy to play with you, a little kid.

Torismon was so angry that his face turned blue and white. It was not difficult to see that he was so impatient and angry because of the two Roman leaders' passing the buck.

Torismon couldn't understand why Flavius ​​Luca and Aetius suddenly stopped when they were pursuing a victory. This was not stopping while the going was good, this was clearly letting the tiger go back to the mountain. Torismon could not tolerate this happening.

"Torisimon!"

At this time, Thorismon heard someone calling him in German from behind. He could understand it. He turned around and saw the Frankish King Merovingian standing not far away.

His clothes were covered in dust, and the knees on his pants were particularly eye-catching. Although he had slapped them more than once before, the marks from not falling off were still particularly eye-catching.

He stood there, tears in the corners of his eyes. A grown man, and even the leader of a tribe, was in such an embarrassing state. He was considered strong, at least he was like this, and he was not afraid of letting other people present see it clearly.

Behind him stood a large group of equally dusty fellows. They were his Frankish warriors. Although they had fled in all directions during the battle with the Huns, their consciences had made them gather here again. They had never imagined that the battle had already entered its final stage.

How great an injustice he had suffered, Aetius must have known, probably, to the other people present, who were deeply puzzled.

Aetius deliberately cleared his throat and said to Merovice, "Merovice, good boy, you know you shouldn't make a fuss here at this time. This is not the time to act on impulse."

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"I have thought it through very clearly, Lord Aetius." Merovice interrupted Aetius and continued to look at Torismon. "I heard that Torismon wanted to cross the river to attack Attila, so I brought my soldiers with me!"

Thorismon couldn't help but nod, which made Luca and Aetius look gloomy. It was obvious that they didn't want Thorismon to be too popular in the coalition, but his brilliance was difficult to cover up, which made Luca and Aetius very worried.

They looked at each other, and at that moment, Rome's spear and shield seemed to understand each other's minds and reached a consensus.

At this time, in Attila's military camp north of the Marne River.

The retreating soldiers had no time to rest and immediately sorted out the few remaining arrows and began to defend.

The soldiers were busy moving around in the camp, and Attila was sitting on the wooden steps outside his tent, staring in a daze at the river that was littered with corpses and dyed blood red.

"My king!"

Oedites stood behind Attila. He mustered up the courage to call Attila softly, but Attila was unmoved. It was as if he had lost his soul while running away.

How could an invincible Hun king accept his disastrous defeat at this time? Perhaps it was because he realized his failure and was unwilling to come to his senses for a long time.

(End of this chapter)