The city of Rome surrounded the banks of the Tiber River, and the walls of Rome were not impregnable over the years, but they were a very difficult bone to gnaw in front of the barbarians.

Just as the serpent-like walls that kept the megacity capable of holding millions of people tightly guarded, it was generally assumed that there could be no strong walls on the Tiber, so it was taken for granted that the Roman city was a weakness in its protection.

But those thick iron chains slowly rose from the water, firmly blocking the only way out of the ship, no warship could break through these chains, and the bulky battleship was not fast enough to go against the current, and if it broke through such chains, it would inevitably stay in place and not be able to advance or retreat, and if it continued in this way, it would only become a meat target for the ballistas erected on the towers on both sides.

Gaisaric understood the pros and cons of this, and he also understood that although the chains seemed weak, it was more realistic to attack from the river than to have the soldiers attack the impregnable walls of Rome from the land, at least the casualties of the latter were meaningful.

In the middle of the night, the streets are quiet, the bright moon in the sky is accompanied by countless stars, and the deep and infinite sky can always make those who look up at the sky feel endless shock.

Of course, such a view, in the eyes of the Romans in the city of Rome at this time, was meaningless and useless.

After a busy day, there was nothing more joyful than a sound sleep at this time, and the Romans fell into a deep sleep.

No one knew when the Vandals would attack again, so they needed to recharge their batteries and continue their defensive operations until the so-called Ravenna reinforcements arrived.

The streets of Rome were quiet and eerie, except for the moon in the sky that still gave off a white glow, which was not bright, but the reflection of the water stains on the road reflected the light, as if the whole road was glowing, so that people could easily see the direction of progress without the need for torch lighting.

People can walk at night, not to mention that the whole city is in the tired waters.

The breeze blew through the streets, and the sound of the wind was like that of a ghost. The streets were whispering like ghosts, and then the sound of brisk footsteps was heard, which were hurried, and the figures obscured the moonlight, leaving a few hurried reflections in the situation.

Like rats in the gutter, they slipped through the streets, and then turned into shadows to hide in the darkness behind the houses, and they appeared more than once in the intricate streets of the city of Rome, running tirelessly at the towers where the Tiber River passed.

In the palace, Luga tossed and turned, unable to sleep for a long time, and he still believed that the same was true of Gaisaric outside the city, although Gaisaric did not expect to take Rome in one go, but now he was slow to retreat, and he did not have enough siege weapons.

It is not difficult to conclude that Gaisaric will not worry about any so-called Roman reinforcements at all, after all, he is already in the most vulnerable heart of Rome.

Luga slowly walked out of the room with his clothes on, only to see Walkerrick, who was the head of the guard, sitting in the open space under the stairs, and the moonlight lit up the small courtyard and sprinkled it on him.

He sat on a stone that protruded out of the way, staring silently at the moonlit clearing in front of him, like a statue.

"Walkerk?" Luga called tentatively.

Seeing that the figure looked up and saw Luga, he hurriedly stood up, hurriedly saluted Luga, and then responded, "Caesar." ”

"You should be resting, at this time." Luga said as he slowly descended the steps, "Instead of sitting here and expending your physical strength out of thin air, if tomorrow you are killed from exhaustion in battle, I don't think I would be willing to attend your funeral, I mean if there was a chance." ”

"I understand, Caesar." Walkerrick was obviously a little overwhelmed in front of Luga, he seemed to have something to say, but he didn't know how to express it.

At the moment of the great enemy, the Vandals have absolute strength in front of them, and they are likely to attack again, and it is still a question whether they can hold it up at that time, but now Luga's composure surprised Walcreek greatly.

"Caesar, is it because reinforcements are coming?" Walcreek struggled for a long time, and finally carefully put the question out of his mouth.

"What? Why ask this. Luga was very surprised by Walker's question, after all, this was his own captain of the guard, and he was also the commander of the army soldiers on the front line, even he asked so, so you can imagine what the soldiers who are defending on the front line will think now.

"No, it's nothing, I'm just, I just think Caesar you look very calm, as if everything is in order." Walcreek explained to himself, he looked up at Luga from time to time, he could see the questioning look in Luga's eyes, he lowered his head, "Caesar, I'm not afraid of death, but, but." ”

"That's war, Walklick." Luga replied, sighing softly, and then sat down on the stone on which Walkrick had sit.

"Well, Walcreek, I have to confess something to you now." Luga raised his head and looked at Volkrick, and then said in a deep voice: "I don't have any countermeasures for these guys outside the city, we are isolated, there are no reinforcements at all, you don't have to think about any reinforcements, there is nothing, only this city that has not yet fallen and the soldiers who are struggling to guard the city walls." ”

Walkrick was silent, probably because he hadn't recovered from the surprise yet.

Lugalan snorted, and then said: "Gaisarik has been in contact with Valentinian for more than ten years, and he naturally understands what kind of person Valentinian is, so he concludes that Valentinian will never reinforce Rome, and will send all the troops that can be dispatched to protect Ravenna and protect the safety of his position as Augustus, so only we, only our remaining army now, can save themselves." ”

With that, Luga got up and paced back and forth in front of Walkerrick, there was no one else here.

"We have to rely on the centuries-old walls of Rome, which are as loyal as veterans, who can provide us with a barrier to keep the Vandals out. Gaisaric longed for victory, but the daily defeats and impassable walls would wear down his spirit, and the best outcome would be for him to return to Carthage in disgrace and lack of food, leaving us to leave and breathe. ”

"And what about the worst-case scenario?" Walkerrick couldn't help but ask.

Luga just glanced back at Walker, and did not answer directly, presumably what the worst outcome would be at this time, Luga and Walkrick both knew it.

"We have to put an end to this, at least the Vandals, compared to the Visigoths, don't have as many concerns."