"Ready! Preparation! The commanders of the archers raised their iron swords and beckoned to the archers behind them, and they shouted together, raising their bows and arrows above their heads.

"Click......"

The sound of bowstrings snapping rang out, and countless arrows flew into the sky, raining down on the Vandals' charging troops.

Like raindrops, the crunch of falling arrows on different objects, the falling arrows looked weak in front of the assault infantry in chain mail, and the arrows were bounced off their bodies like stones. The shield-wielding soldiers kept their eyes fixed on the sky above them, and when the arrows flew into the sky and fell on them, they raised their shields in the sound of their unified commands, and the sharp arrows were inserted into their wooden shields.

The only unfortunate ones were the low-ranking soldiers with no protective armor, most of them were freed slaves in Africa and Numidia or civilians who had come to war and had no way to survive, they were all people who wanted to find a future from war, of course, in their world, war seemed to be an answer that could not be left unchosen.

They were poorly armed with shields, and some even had nothing, just carrying siege engines, and doing the most coolies and dangerous work at the front line. They were often the biggest victims in the face of an overwhelming barrage of bows and arrows, and they screamed under the walls, but their casualties were not at all for the Vandals.

The walls of the fortress itself were not high, about three or four meters high, so the attacking Vandal army beckoned the coolies to carry the rudimentary ladder, and at the top of the ladder stood two daring soldiers armed to the teeth, armed with two axes or knives, who roared angrily and were violently lifted into the air with the concerted efforts of the below.

"Roaring ......"

This guy who is not afraid of death, he opened his bloody mouth and let out a trembling roar. The men below lifted it up with all their might and rushed towards the walls of the Romans.

"Snort..."

As he approached the city wall and jumped up, he saw a group of Roman soldiers on the wall, and they raised their spears and stabbed at the mad fellow. It can be said that this Vandal soldier, who was not afraid of death, crashed into so many spears. The sharp tip of the spear pierced him, and he wailed like a wounded lion before he died, and was hung in the air by the spear, but to no avail, and as he was withdrawn together, he fell like a stone and slammed into the ground.

The ladder was erected on the wall, and the red-eyed Vandals raised their shields, and they roared angrily to drive away the improvised soldiers, forcing their way up the ladder without regard for their lives or deaths.

"Oh my God, I don't have anything! Nothing! "An unarmed fellow stood at the bottom of the ladder, his face immature, only a teenager, and beside him, a heavily armed Vandal's soldier grudgingly lifted his clothes in one hand. He tried his best to meet the Vandal soldier, but he was beaten badly, and the rough Vandals dragged him up the ladder like a gallows.

The endless beating at noon made him understand what was going on, and he grabbed the wooden handle of the ladder with trembling hands, looked up at the crowd on the city wall above, and couldn't help but swallow.

"Bang!"

A dull sound sounded, and when the sound stopped, the young man felt a sharp pain in his back, and he gritted his teeth and endured it, which was a sign of the impatience of the Vandals, and perhaps the next second he was greeted not by a stick, but by an iron sword, nailing him to death on this blood-stained ladder.

He took a sharp step and climbed upward, but after a few steps, he looked up and saw a Roman soldier above him with a look of utter indifference.

"Forgive me! Forgive me! I'm just here to surrender, I'm a Roman, a Roman! The boy muttered and sped up, but at this moment, he only felt as if he had been punched in the neck, and in an instant, he rolled on his side and fell off the ladder, landing on a pile of corpses.

"I ......" He opened his mouth, and a stream of blood gushed out, blocking the words behind him, he couldn't breathe, he needed help, but the Vandals didn't even bother to look at him. They were all busy using brutal means to get the new wretched creature to climb the ladder and die under the pike darts thrown down by the Romans.

"Who told you about the arrival of the Vandals?" From a distance of a kilometer, Luga watched the Vandals pound the city wall like a tidal wave, although it seemed that the fortress was crumbling, but Luga did not rush forward, he just chose to watch coldly, but now he can't do anything. He called the soldier who had come to report and asked, "This kind of time may not allow you to inform us of the information we want to know so quickly." ”

"It's the fisherman of the village, and his name is Franco." The soldier replied, "He is now at the lighthouse, with the old guard who guards the lighthouse." The guy pointed to the lighthouse on the far left, which the Vandals hadn't noticed anyway.

"If Berialiu's fleet comes out of New Carthage to form a fighting force, it will be at least until evening, but we don't have that much time, and the casualties of the soldiers continue every minute and every second."

Luga said, riding his horse back and looking at the group of heavily armed soldiers around him, although there were only five hundred men, their eyes were wide open, and they did not seem to have the slightest fear in them.

"Ha, forget it, five hundred people, rushing in is like a piece of meat covered with sharp knives, rushing into their mouths, although it will make this mouth bloody, but it will be swallowed in the end." Luga said, shaking his head, and took a few steps forward to come to Malenius and asked him, "