"Cavalry, which army?" Gaisarik muttered to himself, standing on tiptoe, his neck craned in the direction of the black oppression in the distance.

At one time, Gaisaric has always prided himself on his good eyesight, and he often boasted to others that he could see the sparrow thousands of kilometers away, and even its trajectory in the air, he was always the first to see allies or enemies coming from afar, and in the shortest possible time he informed his soldiers to make the best decision in the shortest time, but this time his good eyesight did not give him what he was happy to see, Because this made him see clearly for the first time that the cavalry armor and clothing of this cavalry from afar were strange, and they were completely patchwork mercenaries, but even so, the dragon head flag fluttering in the wind in the hands of the cavalry holding the flag led by them was particularly dazzling, which was the symbol of the Roman army, such a seemingly miscellaneous mercenary army turned out to be Romans, such a huge number made Gaisarric, who had just been emphasizing the numerical superiority, shut his mouth, and the whole person was ashamed.

"Damn it!" Gaisaric looked at the cavalry slowly approaching in the distance, and suddenly wilted like a deflated balloon. His eyes were blank, as if all his anger and obsession with not wanting to give up had been shattered at this moment. "It's a good thing, it's catering to my idea, I led the army here, and I never thought that I would have reinforcements."

This is any kind of self-consolation, and I'm afraid Gaisarik himself didn't even think why he said it. Frustrated, he slammed his sword into his feet, gripped the hilt with both hands, lowered his head, and bit his lower lip.

"Huneric, my son!" He was so hard that even his sharp teeth bit his lip, and red blood flowed unhurriedly down his spear-like beard. This was the closest distance he thought was to Hunerik, but even if it was so close, it was so far away.

His eyes turned red, and it was not difficult to see that he was tormenting in his heart at this time that ordinary people could not imagine, and at this time two ghosts appeared in his heart. One is an excellent commander and strategist, who can always command thousands of troops at the most critical time, always appear when the enemy is most unexpected and catch him off guard, and a strategist, who knows how to give and take, and is always at ease when playing with the rotten Roman Senate, and often saves his life at the most critical time. But on the other hand, he is a failure, a downcast father. For the sake of his own survival, he had to use his son as a political bargaining chip, and now he wants to make up his mind to take him back, but Luga and Diego in front of him have once again shattered his dream.

"My king!" A brave nobleman swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stood up, looking at Gaisarik's dejected back, "Let's go, take advantage of the movement that you can still walk." ”

The other aristocratic officers looked at Gaisarik, wondering what to do with this brilliant commander, slick politician, and stubborn father.

"If I choose to leave, then I will be further away from Huneric, but I still have a chance, but if I continue to do this, then I will be in a different place." Gaisaric muttered to himself, his heavy tone as if he was exculpating himself, and he could only excuse himself like this.

"Retreat, tell all the soldiers, let's go!" Gritting his teeth, Gaisaric slammed the iron sword in his hand into the ground more than twenty meters away from him.

"Bang!"

The iron sword slammed into the ground, and the dull voice sounded like a long, helpless sigh.

Everyone watched the sword fall and was silent, and no one picked it up. The officers pretended to be rather helpless, turned around and ordered the trumpeters to blow the trumpets for retreat, and then all gathered up and prepared to retreat.

The Vandals sounded the horn of retreat, much to the relief of the soldiers who were still struggling to support themselves on the front line. It is not surprising that the soldiers gave up the fight and turned around and ran wild like migrating cattle, since their fighting spirit was already shaky, and the officers connived at the soldiers' escape, and even the officers fled with the soldiers.

The officers dragged their horses and helped Gaisaric to his horse, and then left the battlefield as fast as he could, escorted by cavalry. In an instant, the entire Vandals' military formation fell like a collapsed building.

The Alans re-entered the battlefield with the Roman cavalry, charging into the chaotic formation of the Vandals, and the evenly matched battle turned into a one-sided slaughter, leaving behind a large amount of blood and corpses with almost every step of the Vandals' army.

"Archers! Archer! ”

As he shouted, Gaisaric ordered the archers to suppress the Alans and Roman cavalry in front of them, making them halt their pursuit. At this time, in order to retain the hordes of infantry as much as possible, Gaisaric even sent cavalry to turn back and charge at the Romans and Vandals.

A steady stream of arrows fell from the sky and landed on the attacking Roman cavalry formation, with arrows on it, and the Vandal cavalry in front of them, Luga's army and Diego's army had to stop attacking.

"Gaisarik! You're just going to run away in shame, and that's what you did in Palermo, and you're still doing it here. Luga raised his sword and pointed at the dust left behind by Gaisarik's escape, shouting insults, but Gaisaric couldn't hear it.

The battle on the Augusta Avenue was finally over, and the panicked Vandals fled back to Carthage by boat, but were attacked by the Phalaenopsis and Coral fleets on the way, and countless terrified Vandals lay dead at the bottom of the sea before they returned home.

The victory shattered the current alliance of the Vandal-Alans, and the Alans led by Diego returned to live on the lands they had illegally occupied, now recognized in the name of Luga, and stipulated in the name of the Roman allies that they would have to fulfill their obligations if there was a call for war. Of course, Diego was more than happy to do so, after all, all he longed for was stability, and now Luga gave it to him.

Fetanius and his envoys returned to Ravenna after a month-and-a-half journey, but he brought back not Luga's taxes but Luga's good news. The Purple Room had no choice but to set its sights on Gaisarric, who had just suffered a humiliating defeat, because victory needed to be used flexibly, so the Purple Room and the Senate took advantage of Luga's victory to put forward more harsh conditions to Gaisarik, this time the Vandals did not have to hand over the Roman lands they occupied, but had to pay a huge war reparations for intimidating the Purple Room and reneging on the alliance treaty.

Luga managed to retain control of the taxes in his precinct despite all the hardships, but this was questioned by the Senate. Luga had to resist the pressure of so much criticism to recover his army and prepare to begin the campaign against the Suebi. Winter turned to spring, and by this time it was already 447, and as time went on, Luga became more and more uneasy, after all, he did not follow Theodosius's will to garrison the Rhine line, and the Huns must have invaded Dacia and Macedonia in a big way.