Once again, the horn of the Vandals spread across the battlefield outside the city, and for a moment, their roar was enough to make the earth tremble.

They braved a barrage of arrows and dangerous ballistas to rain down the walls to support those who were already overwhelmed by the fierce counterattack.

They saw the ladders on the walls of Rome, and they thought that the siege towers were not fast enough, and everyone was anxious to storm the walls of Rome and then cross the huge, impregnable barriers.

"Hunerik, my child, my child!"

Gaisaric stood on the battlefield behind him, his sword in both hands, and watched as the sea of people pounded against the towering walls of Rome.

Countless stone bullets burned and flamed from the sky, scorching the western part of the city of Rome and the green space outside the city.

"It's for you, my child!" Gaisaric looked at the battlefield where life was constantly flowing, his eyes turned to frost, and he stared coldly at it all.

Yes, the Vandals suffered and paid a very heavy price in the face of the Roman trebuchets and ballistas, but he didn't care, because the Romans paid more than they did.

"Boom ......"

The sound of burning continued violently, and the flames were like a terrifying-looking monster opening its huge jaws from hell and engulfing the entire siege tower.

Vandal's soldiers and hired African soldiers screamed and wailed, running from the siege tower, stumbling and falling more than ten meters high.

Vandals armed with huge shields surrounded the siege caravans, raising their shields above their heads, imitating the tortoiseshell formations of the Romans to surround the improvised siege engines.

"They're coming! They're coming! ”

The soldiers were holding oil barrels, their eyes fixed on the approach of the rushing cart, and the arrows rained down on the heavy shields of the Vandals, and the emaciated arrows could not pose a threat to the shields of the Vandals, even if they did, they were helpless against the heavily armored soldiers below.

The elite soldiers of the Vandals were here, and they wanted to break through the gates, after all, trebuchets could not shake the walls of Rome.

"Squeak Quack......"

The bulky vans were pushed to the gates by the Vandals, who could only be heard screaming loudly and speaking Germanic languages that the Romans did not understand.

"Boom!"

In the midst of the noise, the heavy gates of Rome trembled slightly.

The trembling sound made the shoulders of the Roman soldiers standing behind the gate tremble, and some even let out an exclamation, and everyone stared at the gate in front of them with wide eyes, praying that God would make the gate impregnable and unshakable.

The soldiers on the tower of the gate raised stones and threw them downward, and the stones rained down on the shields held up by the Vandals.

Many of the shields were shattered or broken as a result, but the Vandals held each other tightly, and many of them were bleeding from the stones falling from the stones, but the Vandals covered their pain with a roar, turned the pain into anger, and continued to persevere.

"Burn them, burn them!"

The Roman soldiers defending the city poured oil through a gap in the wall.

The oil-doped Vandal officer rubbed a cloud of oil on his armor and sniffed it in front of his nose, looking up in surprise as if he had found something.

In the gap above, only a Roman officer was seen holding a torch and throwing it into the gap.

"Boom ......"

The siege vehicle below was instantly engulfed in flames, along with the engulfed ones

And the soldiers guarding the siege caravan, they cried and cried in the sea of fire, and the people inside could not get out, and the people outside had already lost consciousness in the flames, fainted to the ground, and let the flames consume them.

The screams terrified the Romans standing on the gates, and the sound was like hell, and the flames melted the steel and swords of the soldiers.

The temperature that melted almost everything made the Roman soldiers standing in the gatehouse above hurry away, and they couldn't imagine how the Vandals would be tortured in the flames.

Behind the city gates, listening to the fading wails and watching the black smoke floating in the sky directly above, all the soldiers silently drew crosses on their chests, glad that the unlucky ghost in the center of hell was not themselves.

The siege engines were burned, the soldiers paid a heavy price of casualties, and the Vandals began to retreat, and hordes of soldiers rushed and departed, leaving in large numbers, leaving behind scattered ladders and siege towers burned by flames.

It was already dusk, and the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield obscured the sky and the sun, almost obscuring the sun's brilliance.

"The gates, the gates are on fire!"

At this time, the Roman soldiers, who noticed that the situation was not good, pointed to the smoking gate and exclaimed, and it was then that everyone realized the seriousness of the problem, and they tried to save the heavy gate, but they could not stop the burning.

"Whoa......

The downpour came silently in the darkness, first with a few drops that no one was paying attention to, and then with more and more, as if God had heard the prayers of the Romans and sent down heavy rain to extinguish the flames.

Walcreek stood at the head of the city, looking at the chaos of the Vandals, the corpses they left behind, and the blackened earth.

Walcreek let the rain pour himself through, and the rain washed away the blood stains on his armor, and the rain mixed with blood left on the steps behind the city wall, and the blood was finally diluted by the rain and disappeared without a trace.

Walcreek gasped for breath and looked up, letting the rain lap on his blood-stained face, and he looked like he was enjoying it.

"Victory, victory, finally, repelled them!" Walkerrick sighed.

"Crackling ......"

Raindrops fell on the colourful glazed tiles, behind which Lujana's sad face was revealed.

Obviously, the so-called exorcism ritual didn't heal Luga, not even a little soothing.

"Are you still resisting me? Stupid guys! Luga lowered his head, looked at his hands, chapped lips slowly opened, and he whispered to himself: "You long-deserved death guy, hidden in my brain, living like a coward for decades, finally mustered up the courage like a man, and wanted to take back your body?" ”

Although there was no response to such words, Luga clearly understood that the guy hiding in his head must be listening to his words.

"You know why I'm back here, I could have left when I took Yudoria." Luga smiled, stretched out his hands and turned back and forth in front of him, his smile was contemptuous, and he laughed at the guy and said: "The body you regard as a treasure, while I can still control it, I put it here, you want this, Gaisaric also wants this, I don't care, plunder as much as you want, you will not succeed in the end, and then you will be discovered by Gaisarik, and finally become a ghost under his sword!" ”

Luga laughed and threatened, causing a dull pain in his head.