Chapter 693: Interception (Part 2)

Attila's army began to retreat northward, carrying with them a large amount of gold and various treasures.

As Attila walked forward, he would look back from time to time at these treasures. After all, these were the treasures he had worked so hard to obtain.

He did not dare to go back along the original route, because he also knew that Torismon's army was ready to move. So on one hand, he was trying to avoid the revengeful army of the Visigoths, and on the other hand, he was once again threatening Valentinian, this cowardly guy. It was time to let him see what he got in Rome.

The road was once again unobstructed. Just as the barbarians had said, the Romans had become complete cowards, just like their Augustus, and could only huddle and tremble within the solid city walls.

They looked at the barbarians returning with a full load once again and felt no shame. Instead, they were secretly delighted because this time it was not their own city that was plundered.

"Caesar, they've already left."

The courtiers came to the council chamber in Ravenna and reported carefully to Caesar Valentinian.

"Oh, yeah, yeah!"

Valentinian heaved a sigh of relief, then laughed: "Hahaha, it seems that Attila is just a mortal. After all, he can't control the land of the Romans." Valentinian stroked his chest, sighed slightly and said: "It seems that I need to hold a good feast. Yes, invite those guys who defended the city to come together, let them also taste my favor! Prove that all this is worth it."

The courtier was stunned. He had not expected that Valentinian would completely ignore the city’s defense and hold a banquet to celebrate Attila’s departure. However, Attila’s army was still passing slowly outside!

"Caesar, all the money has been used to pay for the soldiers and build the city's defenses. We don't have much money left."

"What?" Valentinian's voice rose an octave, and his attitude showed how dissatisfied he was.

He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Stop, tell those useless engineers and workers to stop. The enemy has already lost their fighting spirit, and I don't need them anymore. Tell them to go home by themselves. The great Augustus no longer needs them!"

"Caesar!" The courtier felt a little reluctant.

"What? Didn't you hear me?" Valentinian frowned and glared at the courtier in front of him, frightening him so much that he quickly lowered his head. "This is my authority, Augustus's authority. How dare you question it?"

"No, I don't dare!"

"Then do it. I can't wait any longer. By the way, tell that excellent cook. He knows what Augustus likes. Just do it!"

Valentinian couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "What a bunch of useless guys. No cook can please me more."

In Genoa, the Visigothic army had passed through the town of Genoa, but did not encounter the Roman army coming to support it.

"Have the Romans given up resistance?" King Thorismon of Visigoth was puzzled. Such a large Hun army was at the gate of the city, but the Romans in other places were not prepared for a big war.

"My king, the soldiers are exhausted!" the accompanying officer reported to Torismon.

"Let's just stay where we are." Torismon sighed secretly. He felt that Aetius, who had nodded and agreed to his proposal, had broken his promise again. Along the way, he did not see any sign of the Romans' hatred for Attila's invasion again.

"This is not a battle between the Romans and Attila." The old officer next to Torismon said to Torismon with a smile: "This is a battle between the Romans in Rome and Attila."

"What a bunch of useless guys." Torismon's face slightly raised, revealing a scornful smile. It was not difficult to see how much contempt and disappointment he had for Rome at that moment.

"Excuse me, my king." The old general hesitated for a moment behind Torismon, and then said, "I think the late king did not want to see you so obsessed with revenge. He probably wanted to see you lead our soldiers to conquer the Suebi and then take down the Alans who have become a group of scattered sands."

"Perhaps you are right, my old friend." Torismon gritted his teeth and said indignantly, "But I want to kill the dwarf on horseback so badly, so urgently and so eagerly that I am almost losing my mind. Oh my God, I must get back to my state. After all, there is no need for us to care about things that the Romans don't care about."

Although he was unwilling, Torismon refused to give up. He led his army to stay in place, waiting for Attila's move. He did not have many soldiers, only about 10,000 at most, because Attila's army had 40,000. Even a fool would understand that such a battle was not proportional at all. Without the support of the Romans, Torismon would never be able to rashly avenge his father.

Torismon would never have imagined that at this time Attila was retreating across the Tiber River toward the north, while the cities of Rome and Ravenna were celebrating their escape and partying.

Yes, the war was over, so hastily and inexplicably.

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"What a strange war! The barbarians have not even had time to unsheathe their iron knives, and the spears have become rusty because they haven't drunk blood for a long time. In God's city, his followers have already raised their glasses and are laughing and talking as if nothing had happened."

Yes, Attila's departure brought peace back to the Roman world, and now people could finally leave the protection of the city walls and walk freely in the outside world.

However, while the whole country was jubilating, Torismon, the king of the Visigoths who had come from afar, had a gloomy look on his face.

He could not understand why the Romans would rather spend a lot of money that they should not have to spend and give up war, avoid war, and refuse war. They would rather seek peace in humiliation than not be able to drink delicious wine the next day.

Thorismon finally realized that his revenge was nothing more than a child's venting in the eyes of the Romans. He was just a clown who began his wishful performance in front of Aetius and Valentinian, but in the end he got nothing, not even the victory he had been waiting for for a long time.

"Sure enough, the Romans are still selfish and have never changed." Thoris couldn't help but sigh. He began to regret. After all, he should have realized his mistake when Aetius and Luca blatantly took away the fruits of his victory after the Battle of Chalons. However, this time he chose to seek help from the Romans, but the outcome remained unchanged.

After returning, Torismon finally realized that he should go back, but he never expected that before this, the Eastern Roman envoys had already come to Ludimnan to meet Aetius, and they already knew what to do.

(End of this chapter)