"Shh

Gaisaric puffed in anger and motioned for all the soldiers present to be quiet.

"Listen!"

He closed his eyes and listened to the whistling sound coming from all directions.

The invisible wind in the darkness carried the chaotic sounds of the city of Rome through the streets and alleys, and finally reached Gaisarric's ears.

The commotion around did not reflect the small tranquility of this side, and the Romans on the wide field below gave up their resistance, but not on the walls, and they were still struggling to hold on.

The Vandals had taken turns storming the walls, and how could a weary soldier endure such an onslaught.

The sound of battle did not stop for a moment, and again, accompanied by one scream after another, wounded Roman soldiers were constantly raised on the city walls, and then thrown down the walls several meters high.

This human tragedy was born behind the Roman captives, and only the dull sound of a man falling from a height on the hard floor was heard.

"Ahh

The long gasp, the last breath of a dying man, was more like a sigh, the sigh of a dead man, and whatever I said would make the Roman captives who had turned their backs to them and already frightened them to tears, after all, there was nothing that could justify their present fears.

Eventually, the Gates of Europa, where a large number of Roman soldiers gathered, collapsed under the onslaught of the Vandals.

"See, shall we?"

Gaisaric spread his hands, accompanied by his voices coming from all directions, the Vandals were deadly moths in the trees, eating away at the fruits of centuries of business in the city of Rome.

"A great empire, now bowing at my feet and trembling, O my God, where has their pride gone? Where have their glory and glory been abandoned? There was contempt on Gaisarik's face: "They are willing to degenerate and make a contract with the devil at all costs for their own benefit, see what they have become here?" Damn them! They deserve to be slaughtered! ”

"Of course!" Gaisaric slowly lowered his head, pointed at Volkrick, and said unhurriedly, "Augustus, whom you have sworn allegiance, Flavis. Luga, too, was ready to perish with the city, after all, as far as I know, in his current condition, he had few days left to live. ”

Walcreek looked at Gaisaric with wide eyes full of surprise and fear.

"The gates of Europa have fallen! The gates of Europa have fallen! ”

The few scouts in the city rode their horses through the streets, and he really didn't know who to report this information to, so he could only gallop and shout loudly at the top of his voice, hoping that the guys who paid attention to such information would receive it.

Luga received it, of course, and he was half-on his knees, panting, the Dragon's Breath Sword in the chest of a corpse in front of him.

He couldn't remember how many attacks he had withstood with his guards, and seeing that more than half of his men had been lost, Augustus knew that going on was tantamount to suicide.

But isn't he committing suicide when he comes here? If he was willing to continue to endure the pain of an illness that could drive people crazy, then he could have gone with the soldiers of the Ninth Legion, the city of Rome? Leave the Romans to fend for themselves.

In the face of such endless torture, even the strongest tough guy will have a day when he will succumb, in order not to be tortured to death by this harmful thing, it is better to pick up what he is best at and die with dignity.

"The Gates of Europa have fallen, the Gates of Europa have fallen!"

Such almost wailing cries penetrated the streets into Luga's ears, and the gates of Europa fell, which meant that nearly 3,000 soldiers were surrounded and annihilated, or they lost their fighting spirit and laid down their arms.

Even they were defeated, and if you look at the entire city of Rome, there are only a handful of soldiers who can fight.

The city of Rome is exhausted, and the army is defeated!

From the moment he walked out of the Senate last time, Luga had no intention of going back, as Odeus said: silence does not mean that there is no solution!

"I always thought that the city of Rome depended on the Senate for its maintenance, but now I find that they are not the foundations of Rome, but moths, densely, fat moths, who lie on the flesh of the empire and suck blood, producing only feces and garbage."

Luga lowered his head and cursed in a low voice, what can he do now, even if he roars loudly, what can he do if he denounces strongly, he will not get anything, he will not be able to do anything.

The senators had already driven their personal guards to open all the gates of Rome, and they were willing to kill, to kill the stubborn soldiers, because they deserved to die, because they did not know how to be flexible, because they did not know how to bow their heads!

It seems that at the final moment, all the means that can be used have been exhausted, and such a huge gap has long been destined for what kind of battle this is.

Luga turned back, and not far behind him was the tall church, and in the open windows above it, Leo was dressed neatly, and his face was solemn, and his head was held high, like a lighthouse, and like a wall.

In his time, the clergy stood with their heads bowed, waiting for that last moment.

"Caesar!"

A soldier approached, holding the eagle flag in both hands, and carefully handed it to Luga.

Luga turned his head and carefully studied the eagle banner that lay before him, the golden eagle emblem, and the blood-stained banner painted with the golden eagle.

"Oh, isn't that the eagle banner that Augusta Platicia gave me!" Luga smiled, and slowly stretched out his trembling right hand on the flagpole with red dye.

For some reason, touching the flagpole of this eagle flag is like stroking an old friend.

"Andrew!"

Luga's hoarse voice whispered, her chapped lips trembled slightly, this eagle flag seemed to bring him back to Nar, there were once two fools escorting the banner that no one valued, thinking that they could meet the big people through the eagle banner and mix up an official and a half-job, but it was just for the rest of his life to eat and wear.

Luga probably never imagined that sometimes wandering is so happy and satisfying.

"Smack!"

Luga gripped the flagpole tightly with his right hand and propped its base on the ground, using all his strength to try to support himself.

"Old friend!" Luga muttered, a tear slowly flowing from the corner of her eye, as she said that the bridge of her nose stained with dust and blood flowed.

"They're here! They're here! ”

At this time, only a shout mixed with excitement was heard, and Luga looked up to see the hordes of Vandals reappear in the streets, and they saw the eagle banner in Luga's hand, and everyone's face was full of joy.

They understand what the eagle flag means, and they don't care who the eagle bearer is, they only care about the eagle itself, because if you get the Roman eagle banner, you will get the same weight of gold as the eagle emblem.

"Roar!"

The Vandals roared and charged at Luga, who raised his head and glared at them, slowly rising to his feet with the flagpole he propped himself up, and then his gaze fell to focus on the blood-stained dragon's breath sword.