The rain stopped at midnight, and the rain swept the streets like a broom through the mortal world, and in the same way, after the heavy rain, everything seemed to be renovated, and the shouts of killing and the roar of the trebuchets disappeared without a trace.

As the clergy had said by word of mouth, everything had been washed away by God, and all traces of sin had been washed clean, except for the corpses that had long since turned purple.

The Roman soldiers re-ascended the walls of Rome, and more often than not, the wounded, the vast majority of whom did not survive the calm after the pouring rain, after all, on the battlefield, wounded, is dead.

Luga was still talking to himself, and soon, he felt that his hands could move flexibly, and the strength that he had not been able to use was slowly recovering, and the pain in his head was slowly reducing, as if everything was developing on the better side, and it seemed that the power hidden in his mind had given way.

"Stand back, Caesar."

At this time, Leo was waiting at the door, holding a scepter, and it was clear that he was remorseful for the failure of the exorcism ritual he had just had with Luga.

"Oh? Is it? ”

Luga didn't believe his ears, after all, Gaisarik had absolute superiority, and besides, the battle had just begun, and a small retreat could not make this guy who desperately wanted his life back down.

"The citizens of Rome were praying, they were singing hymns of praise to God, and behold, everything before them was God's work." Leo looked at Luga, his eyes eager, and all this good news would have lifted the Augustus a little.

"Oh my God, I see." Luga sighed quietly, but there was no hint of joy in his tone.

Luga slowly stood up, he stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, tested his strength, and then said to Leo: "Gaisaric will not give up the pace of continuing the attack, after all, this battle has not caused his soldiers to lose much, they still have an absolute advantage, we naturally cannot take it lightly so easily." ”

"Caesar?" Leo's eyes widened as he looked at Luga's face, his expression full of surprise, and surprise was also in it. "Oh my God, as God said, behold, he blessed, he still appeared, he dispelled the nightmare that haunted you in your heart, didn't he? Am I talking about that? ”

"Probably so, Papa." Luga agreed, though he could understand what was going on.

"I have to go to the front, Papa." After Luga finished speaking, he quickly adjusted his clothes, and then passed Leo's side and walked out of the church.

Walking through the streets, the citizens of Rome prayed loudly to God and thanked God for saving the city of Rome from danger once again.

Their praise is ridiculous, especially by attributing everything to God, and even ignoring Luga, the Augustus they had knelt down and begged for help, passed behind them.

Coming to the gates of Europa, where gathered the soldiers who had just retreated from the city walls, none of them were intact, more or less scarred.

Even so, after a short rest, they immediately threw themselves into preparing for the next defense, collecting scattered arrows and pikes and mending broken parts of chain mail.

Of course, there are also crying guys, newcomers who are frightened by such a cruel battle, this is not surprising, when the war comes, in the bloody battle, there are many guys who are frightened to the face like dirt, and there are many guys who are incontinent, which is also part of the test of courage, after all, after many experiences of this thing, they will become accustomed to it.

Luga walked around, his movements quiet, completely silent.

"Caesar, it's Caesar coming!"

Luga slowly walked behind them, and I don't know who noticed him so "conspicuously", only to hear a surprised call, and all the soldiers turned their heads to look at Augustus, who was standing behind the city gate.

"Caesar, Caesar!"

Everyone gathered around Luga, and they all got down on one knee to show their loyalty to Luga.

Although he had long been accustomed to the bowing of the crowd, seeing these ragged and scarred fellows, Luga couldn't bear it for a while, and he began to feel sorry for these soldiers who were stubbornly resisting.

Yes, they are the opposite of the men who sing the praises of God's glory in the streets, and they are rightfully glorified compared to God, because they have used their bodies to block the attack of the Vandals, and not the glory of God.

Although this is the truth, Luga cannot say, after all, in this age of ignorance, people always underestimate their own power and exaggerate the so-called divine power, and then lose themselves in the worship of ethereal gods.

This is also a crazy time, even if you know the truth, you can't say it, which will cause unnecessary trouble, and even be regarded as heretical.

"God above, may you be able to defeat your enemies and finally conquer everything." Luga feigned composure and cheered everyone present, and he brought out the majesty to which he had long been accustomed to belong to Augustus. "But for God's sake, I thank you for doing your best to fight against the barbarians for the sake of Rome and for the sake of honor."

I didn't expect Caesar to say this, and the soldiers raised their heads and smiled at Luga, as if they had finally received a small, deserved reward after a bloody battle all day.

Walcreek also ran down from the wall and came to Luga's side, only to see Luga wave his hand at the soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, signaling them to leave.

Then, Luga turned his head to look at Walkrick and asked, "How many soldiers have we lost in this battle?" ”

"More than 200 people in total." Without hesitation, Walkerrick replied, "But there are more than 300 wounded soldiers, and the basic casualties of the Vandals are so many, but we still have a large number of civilian casualties. ”

"Walkerrick didn't hurt his bones, and this kind of attack can be said to be a very bold attempt, but Gaisaric will not give up so easily!" Luga said, and then walked up to the wall with his iron sword.

Here, soldiers are cleaning the dead bodies from the city walls, and repairing the damage caused by the battle with stones and planks.

The siege towers of the Vandals were erected on the walls of Rome, and they lost their life alone.

A little flame was growing in the Vandals' barracks, and it seemed that they were preparing for the next battle.

"Walker, you're doing a very good day, very good." Luga looked down at the abandoned corpses and scorched earth on the land outside the city, "So, how many defenders are still on the city walls now." ”

"There are only 1,500 people who can fight, but this section of the city wall is too long, and it takes a thousand troops on the city wall alone to be evenly deployed on the city wall, and there are also a large number of soldiers who need to be stationed at the city gate, and our follow-up troops are very few, plus most of the casualties are veterans of the Ninth Legion."

"But we can't give you any more support, Walkerk." Luga sighed lightly, "The city of Rome is so big, and soldiers are needed everywhere, but I feel very sorry that the Romans would rather trust God than their own hands." ”