The battle began in the morning and ended in the evening when the last Vandal, armed with a weapon, fell. Trapani was a dead city, with only traces of burning flames, corpses and cries of pain floating in the air.

The soldiers had finally quieted down after a busy day, and it seemed that they had spent a lot of effort. They searched the streets for corpses one by one, snatching out those who were pretending to be dead, numbly raising their swords, stabbing them, twisting them, and then a life was gone. The smell of burning burnt and blood was murmuring in the air, proof of the arrival of the murderous Romans.

Lugar held the iron sword in his right hand weakly and walked through the lifeless streets. The soldiers along the way were naturally in awe when they saw the general, who had led them to level a town with ease, and they stopped their patrols, stood on both sides of the road, and watched Luga pass in front of them.

With chapped lips, Lu Jia looked up at the soldiers standing on either side, the sun was setting, the soldiers lit the torches, and Lu Jia could clearly see the sallow faces and haggard eyes beside the torches.

Of course, Luga just nodded at them, because they worked so hard, and Luga didn't even bow his head all the way, for he was afraid that as soon as he lowered his head, he would see the money bags pinned to the trouser belts of the soldiers and the heads of various civilians.

Berialiu followed Lugar closely, but he was not like Luga who never bowed his head, and he had everything he could see about Luga's soldiers. The heads pinned to the waistbands of their trousers, their faces hideous, bloodless, and the bloodless flesh hung beneath the broken heads. Coupled with the strong smell of blood, it made the stomach of Berial, who had never seen such blood, turn over, and if he hadn't endured it, he would have really vomited in front of this large group of people.

"If you can't see blood, you can't be called a good soldier!" This is what Berialius's father Hermanus has always taught him, and Berialius, who dreams of being able to go to war, naturally enshrines it as the truth. It's time to test yourself, how can you go wrong casually. He was calm and calm, and followed closely behind Lugar until he walked out of the city, where the blood was not thick.

Luga remained silent the whole time, Berialiu didn't know what he was thinking, and Andrew didn't know, and finally walked far enough to finally not smell the unpalatable smell.

It's time to eat, the three of them are in a circle, and the stone platform in front of them is full of fresh fruits, barbecue and thick soup, so hearty, the chef specially made it to celebrate the victory, which makes people have an appetite just by looking at it. But Andrew was the only one who picked up the bread.

"How?" Andrew picked up the bread and paused, for he saw that neither Berialus nor Luga had taken the bread to eat. He first looked at Luga, and saw that Luga's brows were tightly knit, as if he was thinking about something, which was very rare, but in the face of victory, it could not make him happy, but he was even more worried. Looking at Berialius again, he stared at the barbecue tightly, his face pale, his lips closed, silent, it seemed that he had no appetite for the delicacies on the stone platform.

"What, Berialiu?" Andrew looked at him curiously and asked, "Aren't these delicacies to your liking?" Andrew smiled and said: "You, a guest from afar, don't eat some good food, but we don't treat you well, and I don't care if I arrive, Luga can't afford such a thing that does not conform to aristocratic etiquette!" ”

"No, I'm not hungry!" Berialius waved his hand repeatedly, and the words almost squeezed out between his teeth, and his eyes were turned away from the delicious food on the stone platform, which was the only way to make him better.

"Don't force him, Andrew." Luga finally spoke, "That's what I was like when I escaped from the battlefield of Nar, but I've gotten used to it for years of blood. Luga sighed, then picked up the bread and a piece of roast meat from the plate, and gulped it into his mouth.

"Let's take a good rest." Andrew said: "After all, we have been nervous for two or three months, and he Gaisaric does not know that his back road has been broken! We can wait here for their return. ”

"No!"

"We can't stop yet, rest in the city for three days, and dispose of all the corpses in the streets, because if they are placed in the streets, they are not only ugly, but also prone to plague," Luga said. Three days later the whole army was advancing along the route of Gaisaric to the north, and we were waiting for them at the foot of Mount Etna! Then he turned to Berialius and said, "Belialius, I beg you to go back and tell your father that you must keep an eye on the western side of Sicily and keep an eye on the movements of their Vandal fleet." ”

"So!" Berialius turned his head and asked, "I see that there are quite a few Vandals moored in the port of Natrapani, and I don't like it, or you will give it to me as a reward!" ”

Berialius's rhetoric was exchanged for the white eyes of Luga.

"The beauty of thought!" Lu Jia glanced at him and said dissatisfiedly: "I am fortunate to have captured these warships, how can I let you take them when you say so?" ”

"Then it's useless for you to keep it!" Berialiu still didn't give up, he continued: "Luga, you keep these warships, how can you control so many warships without sailors, and besides, there are so many warships, and you don't have so many manpower!" ”

"Who says I don't?" Lu Jia retorted: "I just liberated these thousands of slaves, I can slowly recruit sailors, at this time the Western Empire needs these complete warships to control the stability of the sea in its territory, you said that you are going to go, where can I gather so many warships?" When the time comes, Valentinian III will blame me and say that I have destroyed a city and there is no compensation, so what should I do, it will be difficult to beg for mercy! ”

Beria listened, and the whole person was stunned, his eyes were full of loss, and this inadvertent look could not escape Luga's eyes. Luga expected that he must have something on his mind, and he liked these ships very closely, so it would be a bit inappropriate to reject him so bluntly.

A glass of wine was in his stomach, and having food to satisfy his hunger really made his mood feel a lot better, and Luga also poured a glass of wine and handed it to Beria to apologize and said: "Seeing that you really want these battleships like this, it's not impossible." ”

"What's the solution?" As if he saw hope, Berialiu hurriedly came up and looked at Luga, eager for Luga to quickly open his mouth and say what good way to come!

"That is," Luga said unhurriedly, "Mess with me, and make you a naval commander is much better than being a second-generation officer with your father!" ”

"Really?" Beria was very happy, "My father won't let me do this, I won't let me do that, I'm tired of it for a long time, you can talk and count, and the navy will be indispensable to me when the time comes!" ”

"That's nature." Lu Jia said: "As long as you don't take this warship to your father, I will naturally trust you, if you defect to your father, hmph, don't blame me for giving you a few kind words in front of Augustus!" ”

"Got it, sir!" Beria danced happily, as if this little convenience was a great joy, Luga could understand that he wanted to make a career, and he wanted to be independent when he went to his father's fleet, so it was better to be under his own command and take the opportunity to form a decent navy, and he would have enough confidence to speak in the future!