Hearing this news, it was like five thunderbolts, and Lu Jia's head suddenly became blank, making Lu Jia's whole person stunned in place.

The bad news was like a pair of powerful hands pressing on Luga's shoulders, and like a prisoner of torture, he was fiercely restrained to the chair under his crotch, unable to move.

"The soldiers in the tunnel are all right, I've pressed a hundred-man team inside!"

"They are all dead, the Greeks poured fire oil into the pit and lit it, and they were all burned to death, and now the smoke of the burning has come out of the entrance."

"Then they will surely die."

Lu Jia said so plainly, no one knew what he was feeling in his heart at this time. It turned out that the Greeks had known about the existence of this tunnel for a long time, so they pretended to be deaf and dumb, acting that they did not know anything about what was in front of them. But behind the scenes, they know better than anyone else.

"The Greeks deceived us and made us pay a heavy price, and we have to repay them and make them feel pain!" Andrew, who stood aside, was indignant, he hated the cruelty of the Greeks, and even it was better to take these defenseless poor people captive and show off their majesty in front of Luga the next day than to wipe them out in the most cruel way.

Luga was very much in agreement with Andrew's proposal, his gaze was cold, and the whites of his black eyes were bloodshot all around.

No matter who anyone saw Luga's eyes, they would imagine that the soldier captain was surrounded by anger at this time, and those soldiers around him who inadvertently caught a glimpse of Luga's demeanor couldn't help but tremble, because no one dared to imagine what Luga, who was wrapped in anger, would do to these Greeks who offended his majesty.

"I think it's time to attack them, Andrew, you're right, these painless creatures seem to have forgotten how I led them against Attila in the first place." Luga said as he scrubbed the hilt of his sword in his hand with a dull "rustle" sound.

Karma is retribution, although it was Luga's action first, but Marcian killed someone, which means that war was declared, and then there is nothing rich in rhetorical letters and friendly smiles that can solve it.

The result is often a life-and-death victory and submission.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Luga's soldiers dug out the water pipes of Diraqium according to the exact location indicated.

The same enraged soldiers chiseled open the lead pipes and filled them with dirt until there was no more dirty water mixed with mud coming out of the pipes.

The siege engineers were also busy, perfecting the trebuchets and coating each stone egg that needed to be fired with fire oil and wrapping it in a coat woven from grass. This allowed the flames to burn to the fullest, which was a devastating blow to the makeshift wooden structures in the city of Dilakiu.

It is difficult to imagine the ability of the Luga army to mobilize for battle, after the first rays of sunlight appeared in the direction of Asia, when everything was in the haze, when the sight of man was restored.

Luga's army, with red eyes on every soldier, had not slept all night, but they were still exhausted, pushing trebuchets beyond the walls of Diračium.

"The army of Western Rome, the army of Western Rome!"

The sudden siege was like a shot in the arm, provoking the sleepy Thracian field soldiers who were leaning against the walls to sweep away the fatigue of the night. They beckoned to each other and sounded their horns of warning.

Marcian was afraid that the horn would wake him up from his sweet dreams, and he did not care whether the armor was complete, but simply put on his cuirass and hurried up the wall.

I only saw the mighty tsunami-like ocean of Luga's army below, and the black pressure was displayed in front of Marcian.

"What are they doing here?"

Marcian muttered, I'm afraid he didn't know what his men were doing.

"Yesterday the Romans tried to infiltrate our city through the tunnels, but we stopped them." The officer behind him reported truthfully, and his words were even a little excited, and his words were not just a report but more like an invitation to take credit.

"And what about the Romans from the West?"

"We gave them a strong response, but we were surprised that the army belonging to Luga still had such loyal fellows."

"So you gave them what they deserved."

"So to speak, sir."

"So, Flavies. Luga, the adopted son of the former Augustus, came to attack because he couldn't wipe off this face? ”

"It is undeniable, my lord, Luga seems to be very angry this time."

"I have to admit that he was really a warrior, at least when he was fighting the Sassanids, and it was not ordinary for him to be able to turn the tide. Think about his great military exploits, we may be facing a general who is unparalleled in the world. ”

In Luga's army, in the face of the recalcitrant defenders of Dillachium, it was customary to ask his fellow Roma whether they were willing to resist.

But Luga didn't intend to do this, and seeing that the besieging army behind him was ready, he immediately turned back to the herald officer and shouted, "Don't waste any more time, I can't wait to see the fire burn in this damned city." ”

"Reload! Load! ”

The officers commanding the trebuchets shouted to the appraisers, and they scrambled to set the stones on fire, and at the officer's command, fired a volley into the city of Dirachium.

After the roar, as expected, a raging fire broke out in the city, and soon the flames grew rapidly, like a devouring beast, gnawing at the houses with impunity, making a crackling sound.

Looking at a stone egg with flames passing overhead, and looking back at the soldiers and citizens of Derachium, both soldiers and citizens of Dirachium, moved to extinguish the flames that had not yet formed an irrepressible momentum with buckets of water.

Marcian always felt incredible, and he couldn't help but say: "It's really funny, if they want to attack the city, they have to take the city walls, but if you look at their stones, none of them are coming at the city walls, are they the same as this fire that has reduced the whole of Dillakim to ashes?" ”

"My lord! My lord! ”

While he was saying this, he saw a young soldier hurrying to the back of the city wall and now Marcian, and he was so hurried that he was so tired that he said to Marcian: "My lord, my lord, there is no water, there is no water!" ”

"What do you say again?" Marcian was a little puzzled, and the young fellow didn't seem to know how to explain it to him, so he dragged him to the city's water pipe.

The citizens consumed too much water because of the firefighting, but the pipes that came out of the water did not gush out as much water as they thought.

The reservoir was about to bottom, but the flames in front of him were less than half extinguished.

"The Western Romans must have discovered our water outlet and sabotaged it, so they burned our city with impunity to make us squander the last of our water."

The faces of the people who suddenly realized it were full of despair, because if the flame in front of them wanted to be extinguished, they needed water, but there was no water, so they couldn't let the fire burn like this!

Marcian bit his lip tightly, he had no choice but not to know how to solve the matter, but he knelt on the ground, and kept drawing a cross on his chest at the sky, and said in a thoughtful voice: "Lord, help us!" Help us! ”