"Do you hear that? Did you hear that? The sound of the trumpet seemed to stir up all the soldiers present as if it were the language of God, and they rushed up to the city wall, craned their necks and looked out to see the Roman army not far away.

"Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming! The soldiers said with ecstasy, as if they had been activated for a moment, dancing with excitement and shouting loudly at the Roman army in the distance.

This is a big deal, I don't know which Roman army has the audacity to come up and not be afraid of such a huge battle of the Vandal-Aran coalition.

"Let me see who is so daring." Overjoyed, Luga led Andrew all the way to the top of the fortress, and he looked at the Roman army from afar, his eyes wide to see who it was.

Seeing the Roman reinforcements coming in with such fanfare did make Gaisaric nervous, and he hastily organized an army to block the direction of the Roman reinforcements.

The black army held back the Roman army that came to support along the road, and in the face of such a battle, the Roman army had to set up a position to face the Vandal Alan coalition in front of them.

"Matteolius." Luga muttered, this army turned out to be the army of Matteorius and their family, which made Luga feel very surprised, but in addition to the surprise, he felt that it was expected, God knows what he thinks now, maybe he didn't come back to his senses in the madness just now.

The sudden appearance of the Roman army was also a big blow to Gaissarric, and he hurriedly beckoned his soldiers to meet the enemy. Stand up and confront the Roman army that came to support each other.

"Romans!" Gaisaric was at the front of the formation, looking at the Roman soldiers in front of him, his gaze as cold as winter ice.

However, the Roman army in front of them did not rush to attack for salvation, trying to tear a gap in the hands of the Vandals and Alans to allow Luga to escape. After all, they are here, close to their goal.

The leader, Matteorius, on horseback, stepped forward unhurriedly, looked at Gaisaric in front of him, and then said loudly to Gaisaric: "We meet again, Your Excellency Gaisarik." ”

"I don't recognize you." Gaisaric stared at Matteorius in front of him and said thoughtfully, "Maybe we met at some point, but now I've forgotten about you. ”

"Indeed, Lord Gaisarik." Matteolius nodded repeatedly, "After all, no one wants to recall the humiliating experience at the beginning, just like Your Excellency, believe me, if it were me, I might forget what happened at that time, and even if I remember, I would pretend to be stupid." ”

"It seems that you Romans are as rude as your superiors." Gaisaric stared at Matteorius with his grim eyes.

"Oh, pardon my offense." Faced with Gaissaric's extremely gunpowder threat, Matteorius shrugged his shoulders, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to the fortress behind Gaisaric and shouted to Gaissaric: "Your Excellency is an ally of Western Rome to divide Augustus, but you first invaded New Carthage and then besieged the fortress of Rome, which is not something that an ally can do. ”

"It's not your turn to dictate my decision." Gaisaric was dismissive of Matteorius, he was busy cleaning his palms, learning to clean his hands gracefully like a civilized man, he didn't care at all about the reinforcements that Matteorius brought, just 3,000 people, what kind of threat could he pose to more than 10,000 people?

"Say, Roman, let me see what you have brought?" Gaisaric lost his patience, reached out and pressed it on the hilt of the sword he was carrying at his waist, and looked at Matteorius, "Is it a good idea to talk about, or is it a war that you are angry with, you are right, Romans, as an ally, of course I would love to see what you decide." ”

"Looks like Matteolius is in trouble." Looking at it from such a distance, Luga couldn't help but start to worry about Matteorius, after all, their numbers were too small, and Gaisaric had more than four times as many as him, so no one could survive.

"Luga! We have to make a difference! Andrew looked like he was already eager to try, and the presence of Matteolius undoubtedly lifted his whole body, and with Matteorius's 3,000 men to support them, they were likely to change the situation in front of them, although there was still more of a gap than the Vandal Alan coalition.

"Andrew, order the officers to regroup our army and open the gates of the fortress." Luga knew what he was supposed to do.

Andrew trotted all the way, beckoning the soldiers and officers who were putting on their gear and asking them to get ready for action. Naturally, the soldiers did not dare to slack off, only to see that the obstacles piled up at the city gate were quickly removed.

Luga led his soldiers out and was confronted by the Alans, who had to bring his own soldiers to fight against Mateorius, as Gessarik had led the Vandals to meet Matteorius.

Although they had suffered more losses than Lugar in the previous battles, they still had nearly half of their strength in the realignment.

Wounded and sick are always the last thing soldiers on the battlefield want to touch, and after half a month of siege, all the wounded under Luga's men died except for the minor ones, and the rest of the seriously wounded.

The remaining soldiers were still numerically inferior to the Alans. But this is all secondary, Luga, who has set foot on the outside land again, took a deep breath of the air outside the fortress, and felt that his entire body was activated, and the whole person seemed to be reborn. He tried to move his limbs, knowing in his heart that what was about to happen was a bloody battle with a very clear gap.

"The Alans are blocking our path, Luga." Andrew Zema turned back to ask Luga for advice.

"Rush over!" Without thinking, Luga gave the order, and he turned on his horse and led his army at a trotting towards Diego's Alans.

"My king, the Romans inside the fortress have left the fortress and are attacking the Alans!" The herald's rider came to Gaisarik's side and reported to him, and you can imagine how ugly Gaisarric's face was. He looked behind him, at the Alans with their backs to them, and at Matteorius and his three thousand soldiers.

"Looks like you've got the answer, Romans!" Gaisarik's eyes showed a seeping fierce light, and he drew his iron sword with a "brush", swung it left and right twice, and then pointed straight ahead!

"Cavalry! Offensive! Offensive! ”

The officers understood what he meant, so they turned back and raised their weapons and shouted orders to the cavalry behind them.

"Stepping on ......"

Heavy horses' hooves sounded, and nearly a thousand horsemen slowly moved forward with their spears in hand and shields in hand. They wanted to get close to Matteorius's army and then give them a devastating charge.

The Vandals were in array, and Matteolius did not dare to be so arrogant any longer, and he hurried back to his own army.

"Defense! Defense! ”

The officers under his command beckoned, the soldiers with shields and spears hurriedly moved forward, the first column crouched down and pointed straight ahead, and the back ones raised their spears on the shoulders of the first row of soldiers, which was a position to defend against the enemy's cavalry attack, God knows how useful it was to really fight.