The round-up lasted for a month and a half, and a large number of cavalry sent by Luga searched for the Alan raiders in a large area between the New Carthage area and Segbriga, and most of the weapons held by the soldiers were blunt weapons, and Luga's intention was very simple, to take blunt weapons, and to knock out and capture the Alans as much as possible.

The cavalry under his command can also be regarded as a fight, after all, it is a job with rich financial temptation, and they are always so unafraid of hardship and tiredness. Soon, Luga had nearly two hundred captives alive in his hands, of course, there were always many more than this number, but in the battle to the death, it was inevitable that there would be misses, so half of the dead and half of the seriously wounded. Fortunately, there are still some chips left, although a few of them have already played stupid.

In the end, this encirclement and suppression alarmed the headquarters of the Alans in southern Iberia, and the Alans, who had never suffered such losses in the past ten years, were naturally unwilling to allow the Romans to continue to slaughter so unscrupulously. So they sent messengers to find Luga, and then offered to pay a ransom to ransom the prisoners.

For the first time in many years, it was the first time that a barbarian had been deflated and willing to pay a ransom to the Romans, not only to the citizens of New Carthage, but also to the nobles of the city.

It was agreed that the armies of the two sides would meet in the valley between New Carthage and Malaka, where there was a village, surrounded on either side by high mountains, but wide. The two sides met in an open area far from the woods beforehand, so that neither of them could think carefully.

On the third day, Luga led the soldiers and captives to wait here, and Luga deliberately made his two hundred captives kneel in the middle of the army, flanked by Roman infantry and cavalry, as if they were ready for battle.

Not far away, they saw a mighty army appear on the hillside closest to them. The leader was a tall horse, wearing an iron helmet with a black horse pendant, covered with scales, and a bearskin draped over his shoulders, a green cloak that stretched from his back to his legs.

I saw that the man stretched out his hand two hundred meters away from Luga and them, "Wow! A large number of soldiers stopped one after another at that moment, and Lu Jia couldn't comment on what kind of equipment they had, but he could only say that Lu Jia couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw them, after all, his own soldiers were more sophisticated.

"That man is Diego, the leader of the Alans." John. Antiochus came to Luga's horse and pointed to the fellow led by the Alans not far away.

"Since the leader is here, then there is something to talk about, if it is a general, then I don't mind having a good fight with him!" Luga said, riding up to the group of captives, turning back and waving to Diego not far away.

As if he had understood something, the leader of the Alans turned back and nodded to the four riders behind him, who understood and rode their horses.

Luga clearly saw that the four riders were carrying a large box in their hands, and they rode up to a distance of less than thirty meters from Luga.

"Whew!"

I saw them working together to throw the box in their hands.

"...... Uproar"

The chest shattered on the ground not far in front of Luga, and a large amount of gold coins were scattered.

"This is the ransom of our chief, and now, Romans, let our people go!" The four Alain riders shouted at Luga across from the shattered gold chest.

The broken chests, the gold coins scattered all over the place, and the demands of the Alans, Luga was unmoved.

"Your Excellency!" Andrew was behind Luga, and he asked softly, "These captives, let go, or not?" ”

"Give me a javelin!" Luga replied.

"Yes!" After hearing this, Andrew immediately understood what Luga meant, and he quickly turned around and took out a javelin from the backpack behind the war horse and handed it to Luga.

"Romans, fulfill your promise!" The four guys were visibly impatient, and they shouted at Luga.

At this time, Lu Jia Huanhuan raised his head, looked at the four Alan riders with a sneer, and replied with a smile: "Okay, I'll show you this!" ”

After Luga finished speaking, he saw him slam the javelin on his shoulder, and then aimed at one of the four in front of him, which was considered to be the target.

"Whew!"

He threw the javelin in his hand with a sharp throw, and saw it arc through the air and land straight on one of the Alain riders.

"Whew!"

The javelin pierced the Alain rider's chest in an instant, and the fellow fell off his horse with a mere grunt.

This startled the remaining three Alain riders, who looked at their companions, who were lying on the ground and were dead, and then at Luga, who was staring at them. Seeing Luga take the second javelin in Andrew's hand, they did not dare to linger any longer, and rode their horses and ran towards the Alans behind them.

"Which of you can understand Latin!" Luga looked back at the group of Alans behind him, who were kneeling in the big tie-up of the flowers, and asked loudly: "Who knows Latin, I will release him, and if he understands, raise his hand!" ”

Originally, Lu Jia didn't have much confidence in this gang of big bosses, you must know that these guys have been martial arts since they were children, and their own words may not be smooth.

However, what Lu Jia never expected was that among these guys, there was really one of them who raised his hand a little hesitantly.

"Huh? Hell yes! As he spoke, Luga said to the man, "Get up! ”

He really understood, got up slowly, raised his head and glanced at Luga timidly, and quickly lowered his head again.

"Do you know Latin?" Luga then asked.

"Yes, yes my lord!" Don't say it, this guy speaks really fluently.

"Okay." Luga smiled, and then said to the Alan, "I will release you, and then, you will run to your army now, and of course don't forget, take a gold coin halfway there, right in the broken chest." ”

"That's all?" The Alain captive asked, confused.

"Of course not!" Luga shook his head, and continued: "You also have to bring me a word to your chief, tell him that the Romans do not accept such an impudent way of giving ransom, that we are noble people, not beggars like you, and that what you have done has offended us, therefore, if you want to get prisoners of war, send me your nobles to pick up the gold coins one by one, and then find a new box to carry them over, and apologize with Roman etiquette before I will consider mercy." ”

The Alan, who was clearly full of desire to survive, nodded and after the soldiers had untied him, he took a step towards the Alans, as Luga had said, and the fellow came to the box of gold coins, picked one up, and ran to the leader of the Alans.

"They're communicating, I don't know if the Alans will just be so compromised, at least for these two hundred people." Malenius was very puzzled, and everyone saw Diego, the leader of the Alans, take the gold coin from the prisoner's hand, and he sighed, and held it tightly in his hand, and after a while, he looked up, and drew the iron sword at his waist and slashed the prisoner's throat.

Blood splattered on his green cloak, and he was unmoved, instead looking up at Luga on the other side.

"Okay, have you made your choice?" Luga lowered his head slightly, he sneered, his eyes radiating a penetrating cold light.