The battle continued all night, until dawn the next day, when the city of Camlo Dulum had become a mess in the second battle.

The flames of the battle had blackened the ground, and there were corpses lying on them, all of whom had different deaths, but what they had in common was that none of their deaths were beautiful.

Blood stained the ground damp, and the damp dirt mixed with blackened charcoal stenched with scorching and bloody. The blood-soaked ground, the broken weapons scattered beneath the feet, and the corpses of the dead were all a testament to the brutality of the battle.

"They've failed, huh, tenacious guys." Luga sighed as he stepped over their corpses, many of them had their eyes open after they died, and although those eyes were full of reluctance and resentment, they had lost their luster and life.

"General, the captives are all at the docks, and they are waiting for your fate." The herald's soldier hurried to report the situation to Luga, who nodded and went with the herald.

On the docks, hundreds of Saxons knelt on the docks bound by Aso, all of them disgraced, exhausted by the night's fighting.

Seeing Luga's arrival made the eyes of all the Saxons present flash a light, and they all raised their heads to look at the Roman commander who was tightly surrounded by the Romans.

He was the only one who decided their life and death, and he was standing in front of them at this time, and they looked at this guy with different expressions, but most of them were afraid and begging.

"Roman general, we have no intention of being your enemy, let us live!"

At the same time that Luga confronted them, the breathless Saxon soldiers took the lead in begging Luga for mercy. The first set a precedent, followed by the second, and then the third, who, though they could not speak the Romans, could see from their anguish and pleading tones that each of them wanted to express themselves to Luga.

"What are they talking about?" Luga asked the officer next to him who knew the Saxon language.

"They're begging you for mercy again, General." The officer explained to Luga: "They all came from the far north, and they came to join us in the war at the request of the local Saxons. ”

"They're out of the blue, General." Another officer said to him: "The brave have taken up arms, and those who are left are cowards, generals, and we can completely ignore them, because in the face of the mighty Romans they have lost the ability to fight, and all that is left is the ability to tremble." ”

"Oh, that's unfortunate!" Luga smiled and shook his head, and in the face of some frightened eyes below, Luga continued, "It's a pity to let them die or let them go. ”

At this time, Luga looked at Berialius who was standing behind them, and asked Berialius in a loud voice: "Hey, Berialius, I still remember that it is the time for the Belgian Gaul to be busy with farming, you see that although they are not so strong, they can still make their due contribution to the Belgian Gallic farmland, otherwise they will be sent back separately, and all of them will be scattered and distributed to various towns and even villages, and let them farm!" ”

"Oh, that's a perfect idea, Luga!" Beriali expressed his complete approval of Luga's proposal, and he nodded his head repeatedly.

"Then it's decided, Berialiu!" Luga smiled, waved his hand and circled them, and continued: "Then I will trouble you, transport them back to Gaul, Belgium, and of course, if you can, give some to the Grand Sequanoren, so that we can have a good labor force to reclaim the wasteland that has been abandoned by the war." ”

"Willingly, Luga!" Berialius symbolically bowed to Luga and nodded pretendly.

When he returned to the camp outside the city, a herald reported: "There is a messenger of the barbarians outside the camp gate." ”

"Barbarians?" Luga was a little puzzled, and then asked, "Which tribe?" ”

"They call themselves Celtic." The herald explained.

"Celtic, then please come in." After Luga finished speaking, he bowed his head and muttered: "I thought that the Saxons had given in and knew how powerful we were, so they came to sue for peace." But it's better for me to meet this ally I've never met, and see what they have brought me. ”

As he spoke, Luga was in his place, and saw a group of men from outside the camp, led by a tall man, dressed in sackcloth, dyed blue, and his face was painted with the blue fuel of their Celtic qualities, which they thought would be protected by the gods and more courageous in battle. Of course, applying blue dye to the face is also a symbol of their nation.

"Welcome, guests from afar." Luga beckoned the Celtic to approach the tent, and the Celtic walked in unhurriedly, and did not forget to salute Luga, which made Luga interested, after all, a barbarian who could salute, in the eyes of the Romans who asked themselves about civilization, did have a lot of points in his heart to evaluate this nation.

"I remember we were allies, didn't we?" Luga said.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Although the Celtic man looked and dressed like a barbarian, he behaved like a real Roman, and he unhurriedly took out a ring of finely carved white stone tablets from his coat pocket and motioned to the soldiers beside Luga.

The soldier took the stone tablets and turned to place them on the table in front of Lugar. Luga picked up the stone tablets and looked them up and down, they were of different sizes and shapes, but they were all very finely polished, some were oval, some were square, and they were carved with various patterns.

"What is this?" Luga asked.

"This is the crown that our king used to use." The messenger said: "Because our king has a better one, he took off this crown as a gift for me to give to the Supreme Commander of Rome as a sign of affection!" ”

"Oh, that's a very meaningful gift." Luga holds the crown in both hands, and although it is simple, it is still a beautiful work of art.

"In order to comply with the wishes of the Imperial Augusta, our King Chad has led his warriors over the walls of Hadrian and attacked the territory of the Saxons. But I heard that the army of the Saxons, entrenched in Linton, went north to fight our king..."

"Oh, I see what you mean!" When the messenger said this, Luga could not wait to interrupt him, and said, "You mean that your king wants us to take advantage of his war with the Anglo-Saxon forces to help them behind their backs, to put them in a two-sided situation, and then to eat them in one fell swoop." ”

"Yes!" The messenger nodded.

"Good!" Luga agreed.