Chapter 651 Life

"Woo woo woo"

A series of trumpets sounded from the Gothic army, and the powerless barbarians followed Thorismon and rushed towards the camp where Attila was.

"Click, click, click"

The Hun soldiers on the fortress fought back, and dense arrows fell and hit each of their shields.

The Gothic soldiers growled and gradually approached the bottom of the fortress, but they found that they had no siege equipment, such as ladders, or other means.

"They're coming! They're coming!"

Attila looked at the Gothic army approaching at hand, murmuring with trembling lips and tears in his red eyes. He must have never thought that he would end up in such a situation.

Oedites stood at the foot of the hill formed by the saddles, looking up at Attila, who was trembling with a torch in his hand.

Oedites was extremely anxious and tried several times to go up and pull Attila back, but was always scared back by Attila's scolding and shaking torches.

Attila just looked up at the direction where the Goths came from, trembling all over, not sure whether it was out of anger or fear.

Presumably, a Goth climbed up the wooden wall of the fortress in front of him, and he would witness the whole process of Attila's self-immolation with his own eyes.

Because they had no siege weapons, the Goths under the wooden wall of the fortress were helpless as they looked at the defense line made of tall wood that was more than three people tall above their heads.

The Huns above their heads kept throwing stones down, forcing the Goths to hold up their shields to prevent themselves from being hit by the stones.

Now the attack had to stop, which was not the result that Torismon wanted to see.

"Attila! Attila!"

Torismon shouted Attila's name loudly, picked up the axe and started chopping the wood in front of him frantically.

The soldiers around him followed Torismon's example and used their battle axes to chop the wood in front of them.

Seeing such a direct and crazy way of attacking the city really made the Huns above sweat. They ignored their equally exhausted bodies and gritted their teeth and tried to cheer themselves up. They threw down everything they could, including wheels and wood. As long as they could deal a heavy blow to the Goths who were trying to chop the wood below, they would lift them up with all their strength.

"It seems that Torismon is determined to kill Attila to avenge his father Theodoric." Aetius looked at the barbarian coalition that was constantly attacking the Hun camp, took a deep breath, turned around and looked at Luca, and couldn't help asking: "Caesar, what do you think? Are you willing to just watch them take Attila's head?"

"A very good question, Lord Aetius." Luca looked at the backs of the Gothic army, his right hand constantly grinding the ornate pillars of the carriage, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, "Attila cannot die."

"Even if he brings us a lot of trouble"

"We have defeated him. As you can see, Lord Aetius, we kicked him hard in the ass." Luca said slowly and affirmed that if Attila could leave this time, his threat to Rome would be far less than before. He would be a dog with its tail between its legs and would not get any sympathy from anyone. He would only be ridiculed, which would be something a king could not bear.

Or in other words, being able to endure the embarrassment of failure and the criticism of others, and at the same time being able to keep a clear head amid the glory of success and the admiration of everyone, is more like being a king.

"Really? What about Torismon? This crazy guy is gnawing at the walls of Attila's camp like an ant gnawing at a tree. Look, their roars can be heard clearly from here."

"Attila won't die like this, will he?" Luca looked at the Hun camp and said to himself, "Torismon doesn't know how dangerous he is doing."

"Should we stop Torismon?" Aetius suggested, "If there is a good way, we can't kill him here. This will be very disadvantageous for us to stabilize the situation in Gaul."

"That's right. After all, Torismon is as dazzling as the sun. His battles one after another have made him too great in the hearts of the barbarians."

"How about we think of a way to kill this guy?"

"No, we can't do that. At least not now." Luca said, lowering his head to think for a moment and then said, "He can't die yet. Every time he attacked in this battle, he was absolutely able to turn the tide. He must have left a very deep impression on Attila, so Attila will be afraid of this guy no matter what."

"So we're just going to let him go after this matter is over?" Aetius seemed a little unhappy. After all, this was like letting a tiger return to the mountains. If Torismon went back, he would be a guy who would be more difficult to deal with than Attila.

This would only add unnecessary difficulties to Aetius and increase the uncertainty of the already extremely unstable situation in Gaul.

"I understand your meaning and your concerns, Lord Aetius." Luca pointed to the wooden wall of the Hun camp and said to Aetius, "I don't think Attila will be defeated so easily by these barbarians who have already exhausted their strength after a whole day of fighting."

"I hope so, Caesar." Aetius said. It was unclear whether his expression was confusion or contempt. Without letting Luca see, he took a few steps back and walked out.

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"Attila! Attila!" Torismon growled, like a tired lion, a gray wolf that had knocked down a wild bull.

Exhaustion made him breathless, and his whole body heaved up and down because of his panting like the surging sea in a storm. He was still unwilling to give up. He supported the half-broken wood in front of him with one hand, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his dusty face.

The soldiers behind him raised their shields to protect him from the rocks and arrows that kept falling from overhead.

"Father, father."

Torismon kept panting and muttering. He looked in a terrible condition, but he still endured the pain of being exhausted. He stood up, held the battle axe tightly with both hands, and shouted: "Now, start!"

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

The Gothic soldiers were greatly encouraged by what Thorismon had done. They roared together and swung their axes to chop the wood in front of them, watching as the side wall of the Hun camp was already crumbling.

"See, I say, there is no way he can succeed."

Seeing the walls of the Hun camp begin to shake, Luca did not feel uneasy, but laughed out loud.

Because of Luca's laughter, Aetius stopped and turned around.

“Wuwuwu——”

Only a long trumpet sound was heard, and in the distance, several armies of different sizes appeared before people's eyes.

(End of this chapter)