It seems that history has changed, like fragile spider silk, which cannot withstand the plucking of the fingers as it touches the strings. On the other hand, it seems that everything has changed now. 23S.

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Is it true that when we really need to turn the tide, whether to kneel down or take up weapons to resist, everyone is looking at Luca, the will of Augustus in the true sense?

It has attracted much attention and is for the world to admire. While Augustus enjoys rights, he also has to fulfill his obligations as a leader.

"I haven't thought about this yet, but soon, I can come up with a solution that is enough to deal with." Lu Jia smiled at everyone present, watching them gradually leave.

"Caiser, you have to understand what the outcome will be if something goes wrong with making such a choice." At this time Andrew finally couldn't help but question Luca and said, "Attila is different from the past. They are so powerful. Can we really defeat them in this attack?"

"What? Are you scared?" Lu Jia asked back.

"But what the consequences are, do you understand?"

"It's just that I fell and became the laughing stock of the entire Roman world, or the object of criticism." Luka's smile revealed helplessness. He then turned around and walked into the room, and the gun of Langinus on the altar in the right corner.

Luga held the Longinus gun with his hands solemnly. This seemed ordinary and ancient spear, the bronze spear flashed with golden light on Luga's face, dyeing Luga's eyes with golden light. Luga's voice became heavy, and he continued: "Leo handed over this weapon that assassinated Jesus into my hands, not for negotiation with the barbarians, but for atonement for mankind. Yes, humans in the civilized world."

Looking at the Longinus gun in his hand, Luga sighed lightly, and suddenly thought of something and then asked Andrew: "Where have the Iberian army and the Alan people?"

"Nar, Caesar."

“How many people?”

"More than 30,000, Diego summoned 10,000 Alans this time, and the remaining 20,000 were the troops that followed us to attack Iberia."

"How dare the citizens who retreated from the north, many of them gathered together and then reorganized their troops."

"Are those people, those who are not trained, reliable?" Andrew was a little puzzled. He could not imagine what consequences would be for Luga's decision.

"We have no choice, Andrew!" Luga walked over and grabbed Andrew's shawl and said to him: "The fate of Rome! In the hands of every adult male! Now that the enemy is in front of you, no one has a reason to avoid it. Go and assemble the army as much as possible, even if it is Narbang or Ludouge, whether it is a garrison or a civilian, distribute weapons and join the war."

"They have never been on the battlefield, and no one can guarantee how they will perform in this war."

"We have no choice but to do this, my friend." Lujia said calmly: "This is fate, neither of you nor I can avoid it."

"Is Caesar crazy? Look at his army catching men all over the city, and he has organized all men who can still pick up weapons into the army. The blacksmith shops and armor workshops in the city are operating day and night. The whole city is crazy. The sound of blacksmiths makes me unable to sleep!"

At night, Littori complained to Etius, his eyes were red and his hair was messy, and his clothes were so embarrassed in front of his superiors were precisely showing his own protest.

"Don't complain, my friend." Etius listened to the irons outside the window. He sat on the desk with four oil lamps. On the left side of the table were piled with parchment rolls like hills. Etius's right hand pressed the map of the Gaul region.

He looked very calm at this time and was not moved. He smiled slightly in the face of Littollo's complaints, and then comforted Littollo: "My friend, you should be able to understand Caesar's mood at this time, because a righteous Roman would not let the barbarians invade and remain indifferent. He just did something he should do."

"So how do we choose to get on his chariot or negotiate with Attila with an olive branch."

"Litolo, we have made a choice since we rejected Attila's rude request..."

"I understand, sir, but for this war, how much chance of winning are we? You must know that in our opinion, Attila's army is at least 300,000, and we only have 50,000 people. Maybe if we catch these civilians to make up for the numbers, what chance of winning are we going to win?"

"It depends on God, my friend." Etius said disapprovingly, but after he said that, he stopped the meaningless activity in his hand, raised his head and turned his eyes to the darkness outside the window. "We are not fighting alone, at least our comrades are about to understand."

At this time, on the territory of the Visgoths in the western Gaul area, although it was late at night, Theodoric I felt no fatigue. He widened his eyes and looked down at the map of the Gaul area in his hand like a star in the dark.

He is a good military strategist. At least as a king, war is as ordinary as dressing and eating.

He stared at the map below and was silent. After drinking one cup after another, the alcohol did not promote his sleep, but instead made him more awake.

"Father…"

Torrismond saw the lights on in his father's room, so he pushed the door open without saying hello in advance.

"Oh, Torresmon, my child, it turns out to be you." Seeing his son, Old Theodoric frowned slowly unfolded. "Sit down, Torresmon."

Torrismon sat straight opposite Theodoric, watching Theodoric quietly unfold and frown, and couldn't help asking: "Father, are you still looking at the map..."

"Rance of the Romans was lost. Now Attila's army is attacking Dulotor Kolam, and below is our territory."

"So is Attila willing to negotiate with us? Or, which side of the Romans or the Huns are we on."

"Attila seems unwilling to negotiate with us. He is so aggressive, just like his fathers, and what is born from his blood are robbers and beasts."

"So you are not willing to negotiate with Attila, my father." Torresmond seemed to guess the implication of Theodoric, "The father hates them, and this is also the disgust brought by beating the womb. But you rejected the invitation from Etius to form an alliance."

"I don't think Attila would treat us as friends, Torismond, my child, nor does it mean we will be friends with the Romans who were constantly exploding wars. Look at Luga's war on Suweihui, he obviously wanted to surround and devour us, this untrustworthy and ambitious guy."

"Father." Torismond was silent for a moment, as if there was something unspeakable, but he said it, he still hesitated. "Father, you must know that Attila's army has tens of thousands, and every time it is dispatched, it is a moving ocean. As enemies of him, even if he maintains a persistent posture, he will be attacked by him."

"Go to act according to the opportunity," Theodoric continued, "I have ordered the troops in the south to return to the north, hoping Attila will fear our strength."
Chapter completed!