The outside of the inn was covered with corpses of all kinds, men and women, beautiful and ugly, in the eyes of Luga's subordinates, they were guilty, they deserved to die!

The people inside the inn rushed up the steps of the second floor, and when they looked down, they were already full of Roman soldiers standing below. They drew their shuttle darts and threw them at the men and women who watched them on the second floor.

"Ah......h

The man upstairs won the bid and fell, and was soon torn apart alive by the Roman soldiers waiting below, with iron swords and spears in their hands.

The bewitching look on the faces of such proud women finally disappeared and was replaced by fear. In the face of these murderous soldiers, they seem to understand that their bewitching charm can no longer protect their fate from being slaughtered.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, the whole wooden door trembled, everyone exclaimed, and the officers soon understood what this meant, and the Romans were determined to rush in and slaughter them.

"Where did they come from?" The rebel officers kept asking, apparently his question was out of place at this time.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and there was already a visible crack in the wooden door. One more time, just one more time, and the door will be slammed open.

"Go upstairs! Upstairs! ”

Even the officers of the Gundam rebels who were present were consumed by fear, and their first thought in front of the unrivalled Romans was to flee. Hearing this, the man and the woman squeezed up the staircase, which was already narrow, how could it be possible to squeeze up. In this way, people are crowded in the corridor, no one is polite and humble, naturally they push and push, and they don't care about men and women, strong and weak.

"Huh!"

The wooden door was slammed open, and when I turned around, I saw the Roman soldiers covered in blood holding up iron swords that were also stained with blood, and the women who had not received formal training here naturally screamed loudly, and even tried to squeeze up the steps, but every step forward was retreated by the rebel officers on the stairs. The words of praise they had uttered were not met with even a hint of mercy.

"We are Romans, we are Romans!"

The girls were in a hurry, shouting at the Roman soldiers behind them to reveal their identities, and hoping that they would let them live on the grounds that the same Romans were not killing each other. They nodded their heads and bowed, crying pear blossoms with rain, in order to be able to survive, no matter what, as long as they can live.

But this begging did not give the Roman soldiers any pity, not even a hint of emotion on their faces. They approached them slowly with their bloody swords, and the women's faces were full of horror, and they fell to their knees begging for mercy, and said over and over again that they were Romans and that they could not kill at will.

"Our general has said that you are too dirty, and you are not allowed to have the slightest mercy on you, so as not to be confused by your rhetoric." The Roman soldier at the head spoke coldly, grabbing a woman's head and holding his sword to her throat.

"Whew!"

The Roman soldier jerked on the blade, causing the blood from the woman's neck to restain his already blood-stained armor.

The women were terrified, and they watched as the woman looked like a slain chicken, grabbed by the soldier by the head and dried the blood from her neck.

Begging for mercy is a very unrealistic idea, and this woman's death is a wake-up call for other girls behind. They woke up from their dreams, screaming and running back, but before they could do so, the Roman soldiers rushed in and slashed at the women who were not innocent with their iron swords that symbolized sanctions. One by one, the women lay in pools of blood, their beauty ruined by death, and now they were just hideous corpses.

"Whoosh ......"

Outside, Roman soldiers threw torches at the second floor, which was quickly ablaze by the highly flammable materials of wood and sheepskin blankets. As if that weren't enough, Roman soldiers surrounded the inn from all sides, and countless torches were thrown into the inn, and the entire inn was engulfed in flames in an instant.

"The general is watching, he will be very happy to see this flame!" The centurion shouted with his back to the flames, the sound of the flames burning, and the screams of the rebel officers and the surviving girls on the second floor, although it sounded like a tightness in the heart, but the thought that they deserved it no longer made him feel guilty.

"Phew! Phew! Phew! The soldiers cheered and carried torches, and they did not fear that the inhabitants of the city and the rebels would not know, for they had spread throughout the city of Agripena.

The camp of the rebels was surrounded by the Romans, and it is hard to imagine that thousands of archers stood on the rooftops of the houses with their fiery bows and arrows in their hands and poured down wave after wave of arrows against the chaotic rebel soldiers in the barracks.

The voice was so miserable that the leaders of the obedient gang behind Luga lowered their heads and refused to listen to this miserable cry again, but Luga and Andrew didn't care. He raised his glass as if to a toast to the fire, when he remembered a sentence and said, "Go to God to judge whether you have sinned or not, and I will send you to God." With that, he threw his head back and drank the red wine from his glass.

"We're back, just like they did when they came in." Seeing such a scene, Andrew can be said to be deeply moved, there will be a steady stream of Roman soldiers pouring into Agrippina, such an offensive is exactly the same as when the Bagorda rebels attacked the city three years ago, they are like a bamboo, like a vast ocean, drowning all the enemies who dare to stop them, but this time it is also a vast ocean, they don't even have the ability to resist, they can only be mercilessly slaughtered.

The slaughter lasted all night, and Luga finally had enough of it on the gatehouse, rubbing his sore legs, and slowly walked down the gatehouse with the soldiers, and stepped on the familiar street. He kept thinking back to everything at the beginning, which can be described as a matter of right and wrong.

The streets were littered with the corpses of all sorts of people, like rubble on the ground.

"Arecio must be very sad to see this." Andrew followed, he bowed his head and cautiously praised the corpses, and couldn't help but sigh: "I hope we will get Arecio's understanding by doing this, otherwise it will make him very sad to leave him with an empty city." ”

"When the war began, all love and kindness could not come to the heart." Luga said as he walked, "They were already dead when they chose to survive in the face of the rebels, and now we are just a bunch of walking dead!" ”

For Luga's words, Andrew couldn't help but gasp, he suddenly felt that Luga in front of him had become so unfamiliar, and even faintly had the shadow of Aetius.