"Go ahead, fill him with some water, and give him a break, you damn thing." Seeing Dawax faint, Officer Alain hurried to his feet, and he instructed a few resting soldiers around him to carry the poor creature into the shade.

After all, he didn't want this guy to die in such pain, maybe it was selfishness, or laziness and even more cruelty. He gave Davax a cold look, and came to the road boredly.

When he was bored, the Alain officer looked around, and in an instant, he was attracted by the chaotic ruts on the ground.

"Oh, how did I forget this, blame those corpses, damn it!" The Alain officer grumbled, glancing back and forth at the ruts on the ground.

The rut mark was so chaotic that he could even guess the chaos at the time. He crouched down to take a closer look at the humming on the ground, and noticed a faint turn in front of him. Because the ground was dry, the marks of the ruts were not too obvious, but it was enough, because the road did not go forward but down, and it was enough to show that the carriage was going back.

"Romans!" The officer said in a low but firm tone.

At this time, Luga and his party continued to go deeper, and they had come to a place deep enough, and they hid in the woods like bandits. Fortunately, there were bows and arrows and good marksmen, so that they were able to hunt some rabbits and open meat. Just in case, they even only light a fire to grill food in the middle of the night.

"My lord! My lord! ”

I saw a cavalryman riding in front of him, and when he got off his horse, he stumbled and almost fell, but he didn't care so much, and only saw him running in front of Luga with his hands and feet.

"What's wrong?" Luga asked.

"Most of the soldiers in charge of guarding the Alans settlement at the foot of the mountain have been dispatched, and they are all heavily armed and elite soldiers."

This was a big deal, and Luga quickly stood up and looked at "Where have they gone?" ”

"Look south!" The soldier said, gesturing behind him, and continued: "They seem to be in a hurry, and they have been out for a long time, as if they are going to chase something. ”

"Chase?" Andrew repeated the word, suddenly understood, and hurriedly turned back to Luga and said, "Is it because they have found the traces of another part of our people, so they have to increase their speed to chase the soldiers transporting the equipment?" ”

"Maybe they think our real purpose is to take back the goods they looted and make them angry, so they want to demonstrate, they must understand that we did it." Luga analyzed.

"So what are we going to do?" Andrew and the others asked.

"It's simple." Luga said and pointed to the sky that had been typed into dusk, and then said to Andrew and the soldiers beside him, "We're going to do a big job at night and clean their settlement!" ”

"Is this a lesson for them?" Andrew asked.

"No, no, no, you're mistaken!" Luga waved at Andrew and said, "It's not just a lesson, it's a start. ”

At night, the Alan soldiers on guard were very few inside because most of the soldiers went out during the day. The Alans did not believe that the Romans could run so far to attack them on two legs, so they lived boldly.

The Alans were built next to the former Roman villages, and they were like parasitic beings, clinging to the Roman villages so that they could avoid wandering. Because it is the ruling nation, of course, it has priority when it comes to enjoying the fruits, and some Alans have even begun to learn from the local Romans to grow vegetables and wheat and other crops.

They were gradually civilizing, but that wasn't a reason for Luga to let them go.

A soldier patrolling the uneven dirt road with a torch in his hand, accustomed to duty late at night, paced up and down the street with a leisurely look, but did not notice the dim gloomy glow reflected from a pitch-black iron helmet in the place where the fire lit behind him.

A dark figure appeared behind him, and he threw a stone into the grass in front of the patrolling soldier.

"Whoa......

In the quiet of the night, the sound of branches and leaves trembling was heard in an instant, which was so harsh in the darkness of the empty and extremely quiet night that the soldier on the night watch shuddered violently.

"Who is it?"

He exclaimed, and hurriedly raised his torch to shine at the place where there was movement, the light of the fire illuminated the bush, and the leaves only trembled.

"Oh my God, O Heroic Spirit of God, it scares me to death." The night guard stroked his chest, for the sudden awakening of his slack made him feel like his heart was about to rush out of his chest.

He was caressing his chest, just breathing a sigh of relief, but suddenly he hurried back as if he understood something, but it was too late. In the light of the fire, he saw only a flash of silver light, and opened his mouth wide to shout and warn the Alans who were sleeping in the night.

Just felt a boom and then a stinging pain, he opened his mouth, a stream of blood gushed out, he fell to his knees, his hands stuck in his throat, no matter how he made a sound, no sound came out.

The black shadow stretched out his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, and he fell to the ground like a lifeless puppet.

Twenty or so black shadows rushed into the settlement in an organized and purposeful manner, tumbling into the low fence along the road, breaking into the courtyard of the sleeping Alans, and raising their bright iron swords.

"Bang!"

A rough slamming of the door sounded, breaking the quiet night, only to see the wooden door of a wooden house not far away was violently slammed open, a soldier rushed in with a sword, and instantly a woman's scream came from the wooden house, but soon, the scream stopped abruptly.

Room after room was violently opened, and the screams of men and women came and went, but they all came to an abrupt end, and even the strongest Alans could not survive the onslaught in their sleep.

"Oh my, oh my God, Alan, my God, what kind of movement has been going on today."

The constant screaming disturbed the Romans who lived not far away, and they complained and walked out of their homes to find the night watchman to solve the problem, but they were surprised to find not a single soldier on the way.

"Oh my God, how can this be, the officer is gone, and the soldier can slack off like this!" The old Romans cursed, and they pulled up their own guards to deal with the noisy problems of the Alans.

The soldiers who were woken up were naturally furious, armed with torches and wooden clubs and iron swords, intending to settle accounts with the Alans.

But halfway through, I heard a dull "boom", and I saw the fire rushing from the largest thatched hut in the Alans settlement.

It was like the sun that lit up a large area, and in the light of the fire, only a large number of figures could be seen, many of them armed with blood-stained iron swords, chasing the fleeing Alans, killing them with extreme cruelty.

"What is this?"

The Roman guards froze, staring at the group of killers with wide eyes, to their surprise that their faces were not human at all.

"Demon, demon has come!" One of them shuddered and cried out, and the others stopped as well, fear spreading among them like a virus, and they trembled and the sticks in their hands slipped, and at this unfortunate moment, they suddenly saw a "demon" looking up at them.

"Run!"

I don't know who said that, but it had an absolute effect, and the untrained fellows threw down their sticks and ran back.