Chapter 683: Going South

"My lord! My lord!"

Another day, when Mojorian was having dinner on the top floor of the Governor's Mansion after changing into new clothes, a reckless officer rushed in with a war report.

Such a big commotion coupled with the officer's panic-stricken expression really shocked the nobles accompanying Mojolian for dinner. The noble women, in particular, covered their mouths with their hands and sighed softly.

Mojolian could not tolerate the fact that his female guest was frightened. He put down his knife and fork gracefully. Even such a misconduct did not make him lose his elegance. He then glared at the officer who broke in and loudly rebuked him: "Hey, you rude guy, don't you see what's going on?"

"My lord, my lord!" The officer half-knelt on the ground, raised the parchment in his right hand tremblingly, and said to Megarian breathlessly: "Ah, Attila, Attila passed through Lower Pannonia!"

“Ding-dong!”

The knife and fork in Mo Qiaolian's hand slipped out of his hand and hit the plate in front of him with a crisp clanging sound. After the sound, there was a long silence. Everyone looked at Mo Qiaolian, but he seemed to be petrified in an instant.

He still maintained the appearance of eating, but his eyes were staring blankly at the slowly burning oil lamp in front of him.

“Oh my god!”

"Oh my God!"

The ladies had naturally heard of this man whose name evoked fear. His name, when spoken by others, was like a thunderclap that instantly made people's hearts tremble, not to mention the threat that was right in front of them.

"What should we do? Attila is coming. What should we do?"

This was the question on everyone's mind. Everyone looked at Mo Qiaolian, this almost petrified guy. Their eyes were full of pleading, and they longed for Mo Qiaolian to find a good solution for them.

"Where is Attila? What is their purpose?" Mojolian raised his head and asked the officer kneeling in front of him, then reached out to take the parchment from the officer's hand, "Go, go and ask, go and see what's going on!"

For the next whole day, Mojorian was restless, pacing back and forth in his mansion, asking himself over and over again what these scouts were doing and why there had been no reliable news for so long.

During this time, the soldiers in the city have begun to take action. They must repair the city walls that have not been maintained for a long time so that they can play their due role in the next battle that may occur at any time.

It was not until noon of the next day, when the scouts on the front line informed Megarian that Attila's army was heading south, that this guy, who was so nervous that he had dark circles under his eyes, actually breathed a sigh of relief and said with a relaxed look: "Ha, so that's how it is, so that's how it is. I thought he would use me as a target. Good, great!"

Seeing how relaxed Mo Qiaolian was, the officer was completely confused and didn't know why Mo Qiaolian let out a long sigh of relief.

"What shall we do now, my Lord?"

"What should we do?" Megarian said to the officer in a puzzled tone: "You don't have to do anything. Just sit there and watch how Attila deals with the Romans in Italy!"

Attila is coming! This is an indisputable fact. When everyone thought that the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Chalons would make Attila unable to recover from it, he once again appeared on Roman soil as a conqueror.

In Dalmatia, Attila's army destroyed the Roman garrisons outside the towns one by one with unstoppable force. They plundered villages along the way to supply the army and swept towards northern Italy with great fanfare.

The terrified Roman citizens and soldiers hid on the town's sturdy walls, looking at the mighty Hun army before them like a river rolling from north to south, with fear in everyone's eyes.

Unexpectedly, after the Battle of Chalons, everyone thought that everything was over. God led his apostles to form an army to fight against the devil and finally defeated the devil.

When everyone thought that this arrogant king would eventually become depressed because of the defeat in this war and spend the rest of his life surrounded by wine and beauties, the Romans now suddenly realized that they were wrong.

Now Attila led his army back again. They were unstoppable and no one dared to take up arms to fight them.

The elderly priest knelt down on the city wall facing the Hun king's flag that was gradually moving away. He spread his hands and looked up at the sky. With tears in his eyes, he prayed to the sky.

"God, look, the demons have returned to civilized land. They have bared their fangs and are ready to kill. God, I beg you to send down an oracle and reorganize the legion!"

Of course, his desperate prayers to God did not come true. After all, only the Romans themselves could save them.

Attila led the Huns to march day and night, capturing cities and strongholds along the way. There was absolutely no Roman army that could withstand their attack.

In Ravenna, facing the frequent urgent reports from the front, they were always stopped by Maximus before they reached Valentinian. The reason was simple: Attila was not a concern at the moment. He was like an angry child who would retreat obediently after venting his anger. No one could disturb the great Augustus's entertainment time.

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The court officials were angry but dared not speak out. They could only vent their dissatisfaction in the Senate in Rome, and there were speeches like this one.

"Oh, God, he has abandoned his people. Look, Attila is riding his horse across the Roman land, his horse's four hooves are burning with flames, and wherever he passes, he leaves behind only burning and destruction."

"What happened? Our God, the gods in heaven, are they all asleep? Our enemies are right before our eyes. The people of Rome are trembling behind the strong walls. They long for shelter, but where are the solid shields standing on the land of Gaul? And where are the spears standing on the banks of the Marne River that tear apart the enemy's lines? Where is the great king who is enough to make all four regions surrender? They all covered their eyes and ears, allowing Attila to wield his whip and trample on the Romans they once protected. Why? Why did they refuse to lend a helping hand?"

Similarly, when Attila's army surrounded Milan, Valentinian in Ravenna woke up from his dream of Augustus.

"The barbarians came like a tide, and the soldiers defending the city fought back with bows and stones, but there were too many enemies. They eventually docked the siege towers against the city walls. Our soldiers gave up resistance and the city fell."

The brief report has informed Valentinian of Milan and its fall. Now there is no more laughter in the entire conference hall. The carefree life was finally reported truthfully in the latest battle report.

Now, Valentinian finally woke up from his dream and had to face the reality. But at this time, he chose to remain silent. Of course, everyone could see that he had no way to deal with the enemy in front of him.

"Aetius, where did Aetius die?"

Finally, Valentinian's painful roar was heard in the council chamber.

(End of this chapter)