It is said that time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and time flies, as if the naked eye sees the sun rising from the far sky of Asia at a movable speed, and finally hangs straight in the middle of the sky, and then slowly sets.

The passage of time seems so ordinary, but for those who are about to face the battle, the wait before the battle takes place can really be described as years.

The next morning, the sea was calm, but there was an undercurrent underneath the surface, and the gentle water was constantly lapping against the shore sand, making a roaring "whoosh" sound.

On the coast, groups of soldiers, no, it should be said that the militia, they are the border guards of the coastal defense, because there is no trace of the patrol troops, and they can only be mobilized to the coastline.

It is a great irony that the ships of the Vandals were already close at hand, because at the time of the confrontation with Carthage, the city of Rome had never seen an invader's fleet so close, and the invader was none other than the so-called Roman client state.

"Guys cheer up, and after this fight, we'll go home for dinner! I'm already hungry, and hopefully the next fight will give me a good appetite. "The officer of the border guard was dressed in scale armor and wore a belt made of cowhide with nine bronze medals hanging from it.

This bronze medal is said to have been handed down by the grandfather of this guy's grandfather, and it can be described as a family heirloom, a real treasure.

Probably realizing that this situation was the only thing a border guard officer could do for Rome. After all, the Romans no longer want to see the same desperate scene as the Visigoths approached the city forty years ago.

Although he said very arrogant and presumptuous words, in his heart, he was also as sad as the soldiers behind him.

But as an officer, he did his duty, and the soldiers standing behind him had different expressions on their faces, but the only thing they had in common was the fine beads of sweat that were running down under their brass helmets.

Hundreds of people gathered together as if they were empty, and all of them were silent and did not make a sound.

This included the officer who was shouting in an attempt to boost the morale of the soldiers, who also did not make a sound, and his mouth grew as if someone had been firmly stuck in the neck.

In front of me was a flag piercing the morning mist, and the brown flag was marked with a red cross. Agitating in the dimness of dawn, even from a distance, it is very conspicuous.

One after another, although not huge, the number of such a large number could not help but surprise Rome standing on the shore.

The others couldn't stand still, and they looked at each other, afraid that they had never faced such a big battle. It can be seen how self-defeating it is for them to stand on the shore like this.

"Oh my God!" The officer's mouth was wide open and he finally spoke, and before his eyes were hundreds of warships coming towards them.

As the Vandals drew nearer, the countless oars on either side of the ship paddled up and down on the water, splashing huge waves and propelling the ship to ride the waves.

Imagine how it is not terrifying to imagine the expansion of hundreds of warships into a huge force that covers almost the entire surface of the sea? Moreover, the Roman soldiers defending on the coast were so weak that they were simply not enough to contend with them, and this sense of despair lingered deeply in the hearts of every soldier.

"I, I need to tell the chiefs about this now!"

At this time, an elderly veteran beside the officer was visibly uneasy, and he was already sweating profusely and trembling to the officer.

Before the officer could react, he saw that the veteran had already fled away with oil on the soles of his feet.

"Damn it! Come back! Come back! ”

The officer shouted at the top of his voice, but the old man, who had already been frightened, would not turn back, he threw away the spear and shield in his hand, and dragged the old body as fast as he could.

With one of them taking the lead, then the other soldiers widened their eyes even more, looking at the direction in which the old man had fled far away, and they whispered, what could the main content be naturally self-evident?

"Wow! Wow! Wow! ”

The Vandals' warships rode the waves, their huge sails and blood-red crosses that made everyone in the outfield retreat in fear.

"There are so many of them, there are too many of them!"

"Damn it! Damn it! We are not opponents at all! ”

The soldiers began to hesitate, unsure if they would be able to fight one of them, and their morale was shaken.

"Don't go back! I command you, no retreat! From time to time, the officer turned around and ordered the other soldiers, trying to use what little authority he had left to suppress the already crumbling morale.

But how could the soldiers have mustered up the courage for this, they didn't even have as many Vandals as ships, let alone the fierce Vandals soldiers with tomahawks and spears on them.

"Run, run, run!"

It was a faint voice in the hearts of everyone present, the soldiers were terrified, they had to take action, whether to resist and wait for death, or to walk away.

Of course, look up at the simple spear in your hand, look at the old shield in your other hand, and look down at yourself in civilian clothes from home, which have no protection against the axe.

These things can't resist the blows of the Vandals tomahawks! The soldiers took two more steps back.

"What for! What are you all doing! ”

The leading officer roared hoarsely, but not as loudly as a tenth of the roar of the waves shattered by the Vandals.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

Seeing that the Vandal warship led by him was less than a hundred meters above the sea, the soldiers who had come from all over the world could no longer bear the fear that lingered in their hearts. They turned pale, retreated again and again, and kept muttering: "Here they are, here they are!" ”

"Don't run, don't run!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the officer rushed over and grabbed the soldier who was the leader, who was already as pale as dirt.

"Don't run, the soldiers of Rome will not allow such a humiliating escape! This is the law of Rome, this is my command! ”

Even if he was hoarse, the others would no longer obey his commands.

"your laws!" The clutched soldier roared angrily, apparently in a hurry, and he grabbed the officer's chain mail and pushed it away.

The old officer let out a scream like a gong and fell to the ground, his armor and ancestral bronze medal stained with sand, and the soldier who had pushed him down had already run away with the others, leaving him alone.

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me behind! ”

The soldiers fled, and with the last vestige of courage of the officer, he panicked, trembled, got up from the sand, cried all the way, and chased in the direction of the others' flights.

"My king, they have fled!" On the bow of the ship, a noble officer pointed to the fleeing Roman soldiers on the shore ahead and said to Gaissaric. "Your prestige is like Attila's and gives them endless fear."

Gaisaric did not show the slightest joy at such a compliment, he stared at the city of Rome not far away, with a gloomy face, and whispered: "Hopefully, he is here, so that I will have the desire to conquer." ”