Night fell, and the battle came to an end, but the armies of both sides were not idle, for the two sides were facing each other in the square in the center of the city.

It was very interesting to say, as the armies of both sides stared at each other with wide eyes in the square, less than a hundred meters apart, and neither side knew who would be the first to attack. They were holding torches, and those who were close could clearly see each other's faces.

Under Luga's orders, more than 200 soldiers stayed up all night, and they kept an eye on the rebels of Ba Gouda on the opposite side, and the rebels did not make any unusual moves at this time. They lined up in a row facing the Roman soldiers, and through the light of the fire, they were even surprised to find that the enemy on the opposite side was so similar to their own equipment.

"Jingle ......"

From the moment of the armistice, the noisy voices in the square on the side where the Bagoda rebels were located did not stop. The night was like a huge curtain that obscured the movements of the rebels, so that the Roman soldiers could only hear the clanging sound in the darkness before their eyes, but they could not see what they were doing.

"What exactly are our losses?" Luga was so overjoyed by the jingling sound that he couldn't sleep, and although he knew that the enemy must be doing something bad, he was now suffering from the exhaustion of the army, and he was unable to distinguish between them. He couldn't help but sigh a long sigh, now he knew that the other side could not be defeated in a hundred battles, and now the enemy's path was not clear, but his own casualties should always be taken care of.

"The besieging army lost three hundred dead, more than one hundred seriously wounded, and the rest were lightly wounded but still fighting strength." Andrew let out a long sigh in the back and said: "But even those who fought outside the city, a total of 1,500 were killed, 1,000 were wounded, and there were basically no serious injuries that could be saved, and it was a matter of time before they died, and it is estimated that there were five or six hundred people." ”

"That's equivalent to more than 2,000 dead, plus half of the casualties!" Luga said it very directly, of course, it is also very realistic, and with such huge casualties, Luga has to focus on what the enemy is. "Street fighting contains too much uncertainty, and it will only allow casualties to continue to rise." Luga said, and then heard the jingle of bells on the other side of the pitch black.

Only once did he break the silence that should have belonged to the night, and Luga was very annoyed!

"Gather the sappers and throw over a few fiery stone eggs to see what those damn barbarians are up to?" Luga roared at the accompanying soldier, who naturally did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly nodded and retreated.

But after ten minutes or so, I saw a trebuchet pushed not far behind me, and the sappers hurriedly pushed a round stone egg onto the catapult, and then set it on fire.

"Launch!"

"Click!"

The flaming stone egg pushed by the trebuchet slammed like a meteor in the night, crashing into the enemy's zone of control on the other side of the square.

"Boom!"

The flaming flint pierced through a building, and in the faint glow of the fire, you could barely see the figures running back and forth.

"The light is not bright enough, I can't see what is there, throw a fire oil barrel over, it must burn, otherwise I can't figure out what small actions they are doing." Luga then ordered, and the soldiers did not dare to slack off when they received the order. They beckoned, and together they brought a drum of fire oil and placed it on the catapult.

"Luga." Andrew was a little worried: "Will this be too much, after all, you can't see anything clearly in that dark night, if you hurt the citizens, then the resentment will be very deep in the future." ”

"There's no way around that, after all, we have to face the enemy now, and we can't be soft-hearted." Luga grimaced as he watched as the soldiers lit fires in preparation.

"Click!"

The soldier pulled the rope open, and the trebuchet threw the fiery oil barrel out of the place, where a figure loomed.

"Boom!"

The oil barrel exploded, and the surrounding area was engulfed in flames in an instant, and all the area was illuminated. Luga could hear their screams clearly from such a distance, and many of the unlucky ghosts with fires on their bodies were fleeing in the streets in unbearable pain, but there was no clear direction.

"It's lit!" Luga looked at the scene of the fire burning in front of him, and he really couldn't believe his eyes.

"No wonder, after all, it was the Romans who were their leaders." At this time, Luga could not help but praise Tiberius, the leader of the rebels of Bagorda, because through the light of the fire, Luga could clearly see that they had built fortifications out of stone and wood in the darkness of the night.

"It seems that they don't have the strength to fight us hand-to-hand on the streets, at least now they think so." Lu Jia said, his right hand rubbing the iron sword at his waist, bowing his head and quietly thinking about the corresponding countermeasures.

But what are they doing this for? Could it be that it is delaying time, it is obvious that a catastrophe is coming, but they did not choose to flee in the first place, but stationed in the same place to fight me, did they ask for reinforcements? Luca thought to himself, for Tiberius he did not understand what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of this traitorous Roman.

At dawn the next day, there was still a faint light that had already made it clear to the Roman soldiers what the Bagouda rebels had been busy all night with. They sealed off the streets, which, along with the houses along the road, became a temporary wall. It was not tall, but more than a man and a half tall, and heavily armed rebel soldiers stood on it with bows and arrows and spears. With a posture that they were going to fight the Romans to the death, it seems that they have chosen to defend the city, well, half of the city. They looked very old, but naturally they had the shadow of soldiers, probably retired soldiers who were rehired back into the army, these guys who didn't know how to live without organization, Luga felt that it was much easier to clean them up than to clean up the mob.

Luga led his soldiers to the other side of the square, and suddenly realized how tired they were in the face of the rebels who were trying to defend to the death.

"If they don't have absolute strength, then why are they building this temporary wall?" Luga thought to himself, and couldn't help but have the courage to walk to the front of the army, and shouted at the oncoming rebel soldiers: "Negotiation is your only choice now, I can see that you were all soldiers, of course, I am willing to pay a good price for you to disband on the spot, and take the money to work with us, it is better than meeting the Roman compatriots here with the sword soldiers!" ”

At the mention of money, these old fellows seemed to be shaken, and they exchanged words in private, and it was not difficult to see that no one was unhappy with money.

"Everyone, seven Souleds!"

Seeing that they hesitated, Luga immediately set the price, which was so high that every soldier on the "city wall" could not question it.

"May you keep your word, honorable Roman general!"

Just now they were so serious that the swords and soldiers met each other, and in the blink of an eye, they greeted each other with a smile, these are mercenaries, guys who fight for money. They said and laid down their weapons, and Luga showed his sincerity and asked the soldiers to bring out a box of money, which Luga had obtained from looting all the families in the city he had occupied who were related to the rebels of Bagouda, and when they saw the money, they could not control themselves, and shouted to tear down the "walls" and welcome the Roman legions in.

"Luga." Andrew came up behind Luga and asked, "With so much money given to them, what about our soldiers?" ”

"Then sack the city, and give all the spoils to the soldiers, and more for the wounded, Andrew, don't forget that there is still half a city!" Luga said slowly.