With such a huge numerical advantage, it was impossible for the Roman army or the hired Germanic mercenaries in Agrippena, which had been devastated by many battles, to hold back such a huge force.

The blackened Bagunda soldiers, wielding weapons of all sorts of colours, kept moving along the not-so-winding streets, their equipment so varied that I followed them for many distances without noticing who was in command among them. Jürgen? This guy was right in front of me, and he was following the team.

"Run! Run! It's time for revenge! ”

Finally, Hurgen, who was in the middle of their crowd, raised his iron sword in his hand and raised his arms and shouted, and the soldiers beside him all responded. Their desire to fight was so strong that it was hard to imagine me being followed by a thin woman. I looked at her, and she looked back at me as she ran.

"Hello, brother."

This was the only conversation I had with her, just two words, she was panting for a lot of air, but she didn't mean to stop, but after greeting me, she quickened her pace, and in a blink of an eye ran in front of me.

It was in the area of the front line, completely destroyed by flying rocks and flames, and there was no obstruction in the way, not even civilians fleeing for their lives, but there was a bridge in front of me, and sewage from the foul-smelling drains slowly flowed out of the town from underneath the bridges. On the other side of the bridge was the inhabited area, and I saw a lot of ragged civilians running around, trying to find a place to hide in the crowded houses.

"Look! Those damn brutes! Kill them! ”

"Hoo!!"

The panting team picked up speed again with a roar, their weapons raised in their hands, shouting for kill, targeting the unarmed civilians in front of them. What's more, they actually called those civilians, barbarians.

"Dangdangdang......"

Under the trampling of thousands of people, the stone bridge trembled incessantly, nothing, nothing could stop them. In front of their eyes, dozens of civilians screaming and running away.

I saw a slightly stronger man with a hoe, he was bare-chested, and he was holding a large rough scythe, and he caught up with a woman who was too thin to run fast, and without saying a word, he jumped up and swung his huge blood-stained sickle in mid-air.

The woman turned around, and I saw her tear-filled eyes, and she was terrified, and a wave choked her and she fell to the ground unsteadily. Behind her, there was an equally thin man, who realized that the woman had fallen behind, and he wanted to turn back and save her, but his friend organized his madness.

This woman is dead, she's dead! She's still alive, but she's dead! The man was crying, reaching out and clutching at her back from such a distance, to no avail.

Not far away, I saw the dusty face, and the fear could not be concealed, and she sat on the ground and watched the unwielding slave leap to his feet and swing a murderous scythe at her in mid-air. The girl stretched out her right hand in front of her face and tried to block it, but how could this thing do anything?

"Huh!"

The scythe fell, and the woman who had no ability to resist didn't even have time to shed her last tears, along with her outstretched right hand. The tumbling head then kicked around the crowd like a ball. Only the man's cry remained in the entire street.

"Hey, Jürgen!" What is it that an army born of civilians and slaves should extend a butcher's knife to civilians? At this critical moment, I immediately stopped Jürgen, who was running ahead.

"What's wrong, my friend!" Jürgen stopped, looked back, and looked at me.

"Why!" I pointed to the woman's body in front of me and asked him, "She is also an oppressed, why, you want to kill her!" ”

"Ah, that woman is!" Jürgen looked in the direction of my finger and found the woman, the poor woman who had been ignored as the first to be slaughtered. He pointed to the woman's corpse and explained to me: "Oh, my friend, it's just a war, and besides, who knows if the woman is a Roman hiding among the civilians." ”

"So you think everyone should die, do you?"

In the face of my hot pursuit, Huergen also restrained the smile he shouldn't have, facing me, with a serious expression, yes, this is the expression, this problem must be taken seriously.

"So, my friend." Pointing to the corpse, Jürgen asked, "Is this woman your friend?" ”

"It's not."

"Is it your relative?"

"No, I don't know her at all."

"Then why are you asking me that?" Finally he ran out of patience and began to shout at me: "You'd better not have so many objections under our men, that's how we do things, and that's how they Romans treat us in response!" Don't forget that I liberated you! You won't forget the pain and abandonment so quickly! ”

"No," his words made it impossible for me to refute, and I could only bow my head.

"That's the best." Jürgen nodded, and continued: "So next, I hope you don't have any more grievances, you may not be comfortable with this matter now, but you will get used to it and understand it in the future!" ”

Habit, understanding?

The word is used very well, and the murderer keeps defending himself, and I really can't accept that killing an innocent person still needs the forgiveness of others. But I gritted my teeth and told myself in my heart that it wasn't me who died. To prevaricate myself with such absurd remarks, I am afraid that this is the only reason that can persuade me to give in.

Andrew, who was beside me, patted me on the shoulder, and said to me in front of Urgen, "Okay, we've done this too, haven't we?" ”

"So you were once soldiers?" Andrew's words made Urgen's eyes light up, but it made me a little panicked, how should I explain where I came from with Andrew.

I secretly scolded Andrew for being an "idiot", and then, I really didn't know how to face the bright-eyed Jürgen in front of me.