"Finally here, he's finally here, I'll just say, Flavies. Luga wouldn't sit on the sidelines like that! ”

Gaisaric grinned, he couldn't hold back the excitement and joy in his heart, and saw him walking back and forth on the stage, constantly wiping his hands and pacing back and forth on the stage.

"Finally, it's finally here!" A tear flowed from the corner of Gaisarik's eye, believing that it was because of his tears of joy, and he was trembling all over, and his fat body was trembling slightly, like a cold wind blowing through the cypress tree.

"How many Romans were there, and how many soldiers did they dare to resist? Also, where was the fiercest of their resistance, and were there any of them dressed very differently, the particularly flamboyant kind, by the way, the eagle banner, where was the eagle banner of the Romans? A series of questions poured out of Gaisarik's mouth, causing the soldier to look embarrassed and unable to answer Gaisarik's question for a while.

"Idiot, don't go yet!"

Gasarik was impatient, and he shouted and cursed, and even the fact that he was about to jump up with his fat body and smash the scout into a pulp could not relieve his anger.

"Quick, quick, let me know Flavis. Luga's position, I'm going to kill him, kill him! ”

Gaisaric roared loudly, holding his head and covering his forehead and most of his face with his palms, revealing only the lower half of his face and grinning with a hideous grin.

What kind of stubbornness made this old king crazy about it, and even his expression became extremely hideous.

After a while, only a fast horse was seen, and then a conscription came up without stopping, and came to Gaisarric.

"The gates of Europa, the rest of the city is a small resistance, only the city gates see a large number of Roman troops, and reinforcements!"

"So that's the main force of the Romans!"

Gaisaric is tightening his armor with the help of several soldiers, because of his obesity, he is more like a ball of flesh wrapped in iron armor when he puts on the armor, although the armor and wolf skin look particularly beautiful and can frighten the enemy, but it is really a bit funny with the bloated figure of Gaisarik.

Of course, Gaisaric would not think so, after all, he was a king, a supreme being, and no one had the guts to laugh at him.

He took small steps and quickly ran off the ship, where the heavily armed noble officers had already put on their armor and unsheathed their swords, clenched tightly in their hands, their eyes as they watched Geisarik go swiftly downward, their expressions resolute.

"It's been more than ten years, and a whole generation has gone from babies to soldiers before our eyes!" Gaisaric stopped in front of the nobles and looked at the young men in their father's armor.

The same silver helmet and the same mask that covered the eyes, the iron eye sockets revealed extremely resolute eyes, mixed with only hatred and anger, nothing, any confusion!

"You've all seen us in the most desperate time!" Speaking of this, Gaisarik's mood fluctuated, and the corners of his eyes glistened with tears, but the corners of his mouth went up. "I've seen it twice, but fortunately it didn't break me, it made me more determined that we have to survive. It also made me understand who our enemy really is! ”

As he spoke, Gaisaric waved his hand violently, pointed to the buildings and streets of the city of Rome, and said in a deep voice: "They, our enemies, they ended up in front of us, they slaughtered us twice, once in the Rhine, once in Carthage, but we survived, yes, with hatred, God is guiding us, he asks us to live, and to avenge our dead compatriots, yes, God has abandoned the Romans and put them before us, yes, God is asking me, Ask me what I would do, then, I will ask you, you, what will you do! ”

"Kill them!"

The young nobles roared and roared, raising their iron swords and shouting with all their might, and their roars echoed through the streets like rumbling war drums and trumpets of attack, which could be faintly heard by Luga, who was a few blocks away.

Luga slowly straightened up, looking at the burning harbor from afar, his gaze deep, as if he had seen through something.

"Caesar!" The Praetorian Guards cleaning the battlefield came up behind him, "We just heard a roar, we don't know what it means. ”

"Hatred is always fair." Luga sighed softly as she spoke, then pressed her dragon's breath sword against the ground, gasping for breath.

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, all thanks to the battle he had just had.

"It seems that fighting is like doing farm work, if you don't study for a long time, it will really slow down, just like a weapon, if you don't use it for a long time, it will rust and become dull."

"You can't be here anymore!" The soldier's attitude was very resolute, "The attack of the Vandals will only intensify, and soon they will tell them the news of where we are, and when the time comes, there will be an unimaginable number of enemies pouring in, it doesn't matter if something goes wrong with us, Caesar, you can't have an accident here!" ”

"Your words remind me of an ancient Spartan."

"I don't understand, Caesar."

"Leonidas, you should have heard of his deeds." Luga looked back at the soldier.

"I've heard it, it's his battle with the Persians."

"He was at Thermopylae, facing a Persian army with no end in sight." Luga said in an exclamatory tone: "Everywhere they went, even the mountains could be flattened, the sea was blocked, and the arrows they shot could block the light of the sun. ”

The Vandals, who were the attackers, were eager to drink the blood of the Romans with their iron swords, and now the Romans were crowding the eastern and northern gates of the city, because this was still under the control of the Roman soldiers, and they were both soft and hard, just to let the soldiers defending the city open the gates.

Among them, the aristocrats of Rome disguised themselves as merchants of all stripes, waiting in the crowd with their "goods", longing for the moment when the door opened.

Their personal guards were just like the citizens beside them, except that under their robes, they hid all kinds of weapons, whether long swords or short swords. The most inconspicuous carriage beside them was covered with huge tarpaulins, which contained not so-called "goods", but spears, shields, and countless pieces of armor.

They have sharp subway swords, but they are not used to slash and kill intruders; They had strong shields, but they were not used against the axes of the Vandals; They have amazing fighting skills and can go one-two or more, but they don't play for Roma.

They were the falcons of the aristocracy and the lackeys of the slave owners, who served only the Souledus, and whoever was in charge of the Souledus, and was able to pay the entertainment they expected, they were able to work for their employers, no matter who they were against.

Behold, they were hiding in the crowd and staring at the soldiers who refused to back down, their right hands hidden in their robes and holding the hilt of their swords tightly, waiting for their master to give an order.