"I'm not going to tell you, you damned, barbarian!" It must have been a minor internal injury, Walkerik was a little panting when he spoke, and with the sound of heavy breathing, Walkcraek's eyes looked exceptionally bright in the dark, like the bright moon in the sky.

Of course, no matter how resentful the eyes were, they could not be used as weapons to kill, and of course, no matter how contemptuous and mocking Walkerik looked at Gaisarik, could not leave even the slightest wound on Gaisarik's face.

"Barbarians?" Gaisarik sneered, curled up the whip in his hand, and pressed it against Walkerrick's chin, Gaisarik's face rose slightly, revealing a contemptuous and mocking smile.

Gaisaric slowly lifted Volklik's chin, only to see him slowly open his mouth and say unhurriedly, "You know what? Germans, the last thing you should do in your life is to serve the Romans and forget your ancestors! Barbarian! ”

Such an ironic word came out of Gaisarik's mouth, so harsh, that the Vandals openly ridiculed him as a barbarian, and Walcreek was completely speechless, and he could only continue to glare at Gaisarik, probably because he was too weak to speak.

"I'm about to lose patience with you, barbarian." Walktrick then restrained his smile, then straightened up and said to Walktrick, "Tell me, Flavis. Where is Luga! ”

"You'll never want to see him, barbarian!" Walcreek gasped for air, barely able to pick up his breath to retort to Gaisarik.

"Smack!"

A horsewhip struck him in the face, and for a moment Walkerrick only felt his head dazed, and his eyes lost sight at that moment, and the whole person leaned down.

"Hmm!"

Walcreek felt a warm current rush up, then a sweet throat, and then a mouthful of blood gushing out.

His sight gradually regained, and he was now curled up on the ground, with a burning pain on his face, and in front of him was a pool of blood, and in the light of the fire he could tell what it was.

He didn't dare to touch his face that was in unbearable pain, for fear he could imagine what kind of wound he had on his face, and it was appropriate to describe it as a fleshy face.

Walker groaned in pain, and until now he could only moan, and in front of the Vandals around him, he looked like a dog curled up on the ground and shivering.

"Look, look at your appearance, it's funny!" Gaisarik teased Walker verbally, but there was no smile on his face.

At the other gates of Rome.

"Soldier, I must order you in a warning tone now!" The nobleman at the head of the crowd lowered his voice, and his accent was threatening: "I order you as a senator, now, back off for me, and open the city gate for me to get out, I don't care if anyone else lives or dies, I just ask that now, me, and my people get out of this city gate, and let this damn city go to hell!" ”

"Forgive me! Excellency! ”

The resolute attitude of the nobles was firmly rejected by the officer guarding the city gate, and I don't know how determined he was, so disobedient to the senator's meaning, "If you go the first, there will be a second, and the third, the city of Rome needs order, and it is not in accordance with the laws of Rome to escape." ”

"Okay, okay!"

The Roman nobleman smiled coldly, he slowly turned his head, pursed his eyes, and snorted coldly at the officer, "You will regret what you have just done, soldier!" ”

Before the officer could wonder and ask why, the veteran senator raised his arms and shouted loudly, "Attack! ”

"Click......"

I saw that the personal guards behind him slammed the oil on the carriage, and it was densely packed with all kinds of weapons, and they drew their shields and pikes one after another.

The Roman soldiers still couldn't understand what was going on, after all, both sides were Romans, and they looked at each other, and many even thought it was a prank by the nobleman to threaten to get out.

"Brush Brush ......"

Of course, their speculation stopped as one dart after another was thrown, and several Roman soldiers standing behind their shields with their necks stretched out to watch were hit in the head or fell down through their necks. It was only then that the Roman soldiers realized that the personal guards of the senate were coming.

The Roman officer, also standing in place without any protection, his body was full of all kinds of pikes, and he fell straight to the ground. There was a dull thud from his fall, which drew exclamations from the soldiers around him, all of whom stared at the officer, who had been reduced to a corpse.

"Defense! Defense! ”

Just as everyone came to their senses and shouted in exclamation to raise their shields, it was too late for the group of personal guards wielding Spada's iron swords to roar loudly and jump up on their shields, and then rushed into the chaotic crowd.

Everyone brandished their iron swords and slashed wildly, how could a soldier wearing inferior leather armor resist the swing of this sharp subway sword.

Then again, their spears could hardly be used in such a crowded scene, and the Roman soldiers defending the city were defeated after shedding corpses under the whirlwind of personal guards.

Roman?

No, the senators in high positions had no such notion at all, and although they were loyal Roman soldiers, they were nothing more than an obstacle to their own safety.

Seeing the Roman soldiers guarding the gates scattered in all directions, the senator was heard standing on the carriage and shouting, "Sons of Rome! Traitors are trying to turn this city into a cage for us, they are in league with the Vandals, and they are slaughtering us in disguise by pointing the finger at the good and sincere citizens of Rome and blocking our path to safety and freedom! So, take up arms and fight! Fight! Until they are defeated! For justice, for justice! ”

"Roar!"

The citizens of Rome, eager to get out of the house, had no scruples any longer, and they raised their fists and roared loudly, and the senator's speech succeeded in provoking their anger, and they rushed forward with a roar, knocking down the soldiers who were trying to stop them, and punching and kicking them to the ground.

"Open the door! Open the door! ”

The senator saw that his plan had come to fruition, and in his rejoicing, he drew an iron sword out of nowhere, brandished it and pointed it at the closed gate in front of him, shouting at the citizens of Rome who were rushing forward.

The angry citizens erupted with much greater force than the Roman defenders, who scattered the soldiers who tried to resist and rushed to the city gates, where the archers on the walls did not dare to do anything but watch their comrades drown in the dense crowd.

"Squeak!"

The gates of Rome burst open, and a light flashed before the eyes of all the citizens of Rome, and they crowded and rushed out of the gates of Rome and ran into the darkness of the distance.

"Quick! Hurry up, keep up! ”

The senator shouted to the guards to protect the carriages and horses, and followed the crowd slowly towards the open gate.