I used to think that if I could solve Rome's enemies, I would be able to save Rome. But now I find that Rome has too many enemies, and they are like locusts, and they can't kill them all.

Then I wondered why, locusts, eat the crops of the earth, but I was alone.

Loneliness, a feeling of loneliness that I had never felt before, and I bet that all I had accomplished from the time I had ever achieved to the present day, and that if it had been publicized as a meritorious service, I would have been no less than any of the great Augustians in Roman history.

But I am not proud of the fact that one victory after another has not brought any good results, on the contrary, Rome is still the same as before, but it is getting weaker and weaker in the battles.

Rome is like a crumbling building held in place by ropes, and any victory is as painless as the sun shining on it.

But the reform, like a storm, would tear all the ropes that held the building together, and then completely disintegrate it, and then collapse to the ground.

No one had the guts to re-establish the Huns, the rise of the Huns in the north, and the Germanic super-legions that continued to enter Rome, all of them gnawed away like moths at the ropes that held the edifice together.

You have the audacity to subvert the edifice, and before the edifice itself responds, the moths will voluntarily show their sharp fangs at you, and then attack you in groups until they tear you to pieces, after all, you are moving their cake and you will surely get revenge.

I'm acting as a guardian in this, but what do I see? The senators, who were opportunistic and steered by the wind, had a wealth of money and were rich enough to rival the country, but none of Soulades was given to the soldiers of Rome.

The dukes, counts, even barons, and knights in the provinces, all they looked at were the fields in front of them and the small towns behind them, and they were not sure what they could do for the country, and of course, they didn't plan to do anything for the country.

The descendants of the heroes have refused to accept their small size and refuse military service, and everything that their ancestors feared is quietly happening.

The Foreign Legion, the mighty Foreign Legion, is gradually replacing the once regular army, and only the Germans can use it among the armies under my command.

It's ridiculous to think that it was the Germanic people who defended the glory of Rome who had been enemies of the Romans for generations.

So, forget about the good brothers in the West, who are no longer worthy of nostalgia or sympathy.

Luga probably only came to realize that the fall of the West was a matter of time after becoming Augustus of Eastern Rome, and that no one could do much to prove that the game could be saved.

After a problem is solved, a series of new problems often emerge, and problems can never be solved, and people in this life are in the cycle of encountering problems and solving problems, from birth to death.

Sitting at the very top of the steps of the Senate chamber, Gaisaric looked out at the city of Rome, illuminated by the rising sun.

The air was filled with the unfriendly smell of gunsmoke, and thick smoke hung over the streets and alleys of Rome, enveloping the entire city of Rome as if it were fairy, and for a time the whole picture of the so-called Eternal City could not be seen.

"Flavies. Luga, he took everything that should have belonged to me and my children. "He got the whole city, but there was no joy in his solemn face, he conquered the city of Rome, but he did not get what he wanted, in other words, on the way of his conquest, the thing he wanted slipped away from his eyes again.

Hunerik, who was rescued, sat next to Gaisarik, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, and he had not recovered from the incident just now.

"So, she was taken away?" Gaisaric turned his head to look at Hunerik.

"Uh-huh......" Hunerik nodded slightly, his lip clenched, and angry flames erupted from his tearful eyes.

"He snatched her!" Hunerik gritted his teeth, but how pale the anger was afterwards.

"But that doesn't change the fact that she's been taken away." Gaisaric looked at his child and reached out to stroke Hunerik's head continuously, "She's already in a place where we can't find her." ”

Gaisarik sighed lightly after speaking, and similarly, Huneric beside him was also sobbing, no matter who it was, it was indescribable in the face of the hatred of taking away his fiancée.

"It's not just your shame, Huneric, my child." Gaisarik's eyes were glazed with frost, "This, too, as your father, will be a shame for the rest of my life." ”

"So what do we do?" Naturally, Hunerik couldn't stop sobbing.

"Don't worry, my child!" Gaisaric sneered, and said unhurriedly to Huneric: "He only took his daughter, but he can't take away his glory, I will completely trample the city under my feet, and then let the soldiers search every corner of the city, find it, and erase it!" ”

Gaisaric gritted his teeth, but a sinister smile appeared on his face. "I will make it impossible for future generations of Romans to remember this guy, at least not for the people of the city of Rome, and as a condition that I do not slaughter the city, my child, the Pope of Rome also agrees to erase Flavies. Traces of Luga! ”

Huneric didn't understand his father, Gaisarik, but he could tell from his father's face that it was all inevitable.

The vigorous sacking began, the fire of Rome had just been extinguished and rekindled, tens of thousands of Vandals were shuttling through the city of Rome, they were killing and sacking the Eternal City, in addition to the property of the Holy See, they destroyed and looted everything, and the glory of the Roman emperors was dusted.

All the places that hide the filth and dirt have been renovated, and all the past glories and intrigues of the city of Rome have been washed in blood.

Yes, the old glory is gone, leaving only shame, endless shame.

Early in the morning, the guards at the handover saw Augusta Licchinia standing in the doorway, dressed in the same clothes she had worn when she and Yudoria had been separated, but with a gorgeous white coat on the outside, which she had worn when she married Luga.

She was so nervous that she stood in the doorway, bowing her head and taking care of her clothes, and muttering over and over again.

She was afraid that something would go wrong, so she repeated it over and over again, she attached so much importance to this moment, reunited, and finally able to reunite with her daughter!

The marching army came to a halt in the empty square, and Malenius turned over and dismounted, and then unhurriedly came to the carriage behind him, and he lifted the curtain of the door, and Eudoria poked his head out in a daze, and looked around.

"Yudoria, my daughter!"

Lykinia finally held back her tears, and she shouted at Yudoria.

Yudoria also saw her mother, who had been absent for many years, and for a while, the tears on her young cheeks could no longer be controlled.

"Mom's ......"