Justice?

What exactly is justice?

Is it a sword that symbolizes the execution of the guilty in the name of obedience to the people, or the sword-bearer who proposes so-called justice in order to attract and channel the anger of the people.

It is generally believed that the people who support it are in the majority, that is justice, although they do not have the concept of truth, of course, as long as it is for the benefit of their own city, tribe or race, it is justice, and those who are friendly are persecuted, and those who are loyal are killed, they call this justice.

The night sky overhead was still so clean, the stars were twinkling, reflecting the white moonlight, the sky was serene, day after day, even the most tragic war could not break the order of the night, and below the bright moon was the burning city of Rome, and the flames burning in the Eternal City did not make the bright moon above the bright moon change a little color.

"What about God? What about the God we believe in and love? Where did he go? When we need him most. ”

In the churches of Rome, those who were weary of repeated prayers were finally forced to passively accept the fact that the God they trusted and trusted had finally abandoned the Eternal City and chose to stand idly by in the midst of such a near-range human tragedy.

They can't understand that if last time it was because of the disloyalty of those rebels, then what is there this time? They needed an answer, desperate to know why, and they questioned the priest, but the priest could not answer it, but asked them to continue praying.

But how could the anxious laity endure such pointlessness any longer, and they rose up and demanded that the priest bring Pope Leo out and let Leo tell him what was going on.

"His Holiness the Pope doesn't want to come forward!"

The priest rightly rejected the citizens' demands.

"Whose will is this?"

The citizens roared loudly, and they all shouted slogans, hoping that the Pope would appear and explain to them why God was not coming, whether it was not religious, or whether it was too sinful.

The shouts of the citizens below were already clear to Pope Leo, but he had no time to deal with these fools who only pleaded with God to manifest themselves.

Although Leo claims to be the son of God, he at least knows that it is not God who can really rely on him in times of crisis, but himself.

The clergy dressed him, he dressed him in a fine dress that he wore only on special occasions, and he looked out the window, where the city of Rome was now filled with wails and roars and roars.

The flames recorded the footprints of the Vandals, who burned half of Rome and got closer and closer to the cathedral.

He knew very well in his heart why Luga had come here to meet him before he went into battle, even if it was for a few seconds of looking at him, he must have understood that this was a dead end, that he could not be saved, even if Augustus, who was worshipped as a god, was still a glorious Roman emperor and general, and their souls were confined to white marble statues, permanently fixed in the shape that people thought should be worthy of their great status.

Now they will witness the fall of the Eternal City again, and if Alaric the Visgoth had any scruples about giving the Eternal City a face, then Gaisarik has come to take out his anger on the poor city.

The Vandals had been frustrated and had retreated, and the Roman soldiers, who had now regained control of the gates of Europa, immediately climbed the walls and repelled the Vandals who were sweeping the wreckage outside with pike darts and arrows.

"Stepping on ......"

The street echoed behind the sound of heavy footsteps, and Walker hurried back, his eyes wide and his ears pricked up to try to find the source of the footsteps.

But these were everywhere in all directions, which surprised Walcreek, such heavy footsteps came from all directions, and Walkluk couldn't feel the specific direction of the footsteps for a while, only to see him slowly crouch down, stretch out his hand and slowly approach the ground with his index and middle fingers, and gently touch the trembling earth.

The entire stone slab on the ground trembled slightly, not to mention the stone on it.

"Shit, damn it!"

Such a large aura made Walcrick's face change color instantly, he hurriedly got up, only to see a cavalry suddenly flash at the end of the street in front of him, which was far more than that, and then, the second, the third, a whole group of cavalry instantly filled the street in front of him.

The roar of the horses' hooves, combined with the roar of the soldiers, made Walkerrick instantly startled.

"Damn it, defense! Defense! ”

Walkerrick hurriedly turned around and beckoned the frightened soldiers to prepare for defense, and then the soldiers who heard the call hurriedly ran around, scrambling around Walker with shields and spears.

This was not enough, all roads led to Rome, and of course, all streets led to the gates of Europa, not only the cavalry in front of Walcreek, but also the Vandals on all sides, who swept along the streets like a flood.

While the Romans were still trying to gather together and use a dense array to block the onslaught of the Vandals' cavalry.

Vandal's cavalry arrived in large numbers from all sides, and they used their hard horse armor to break up the chaotic Roman formations that had not yet had time to gather.

For a moment, the entire Europa City Gate was like a roar erupting from a torrent, and countless Roman soldiers were drowned in such an unstoppable torrent before they could let out a wail.

The Romans' armies were like an unfinished, instantly encircled and shattered by a lightning flood that was then swallowed up.

The defenders, who had struggled to hold back the infantry, had not been able to survive a single round in front of the Vandal cavalry before they were destroyed in an instant, disintegrating to the point that there was nothing left.

"Flavies. Luga, oh, where is the Augustus of Rome, who has always been in the company of victory? Gaissaric rode his horse slowly, and his unbridled laughter could be heard from far away.

It was not surprising that Walker was knocked down by the onslaught of his horse in the confusion, after all, no one could resist the onslaught of the horse in iron armor, he lay on the ground, pressed his shield against his side, and constantly swung the iron sword in his hand to scratch the horses that passed by him.

The frightened horses scurried around, still disrupting the formation of the Vandals, but it didn't make sense, the Vandals had already spotted him.

They grabbed Walcrick's armor like a lamb that had no strength to resist, pulling it out of the ground and throwing it among the captives who threw it at him.

Seeing Geisarik unhurriedly come to his soldiers, the Vandals raised their weapons and shouted loudly, showing off their might to their king Gaisarik, and behold, the Roman army was vulnerable in front of him, and they were completely crushed!

Of course, such a victory did not please Gaisarik, and he slowly moved forward, looking down at the corpses in the place through the firelight, and finally threw himself into the gathered captives, locked onto Walkerrick's body.

"The Praetorian Guards of Rome!" Gaisarik seemed to have seen the world before, and he said casually as he looked at Walkerrick's blood-stained and muddy armor, then rolled over and dismounted, and came to the captive.

Probably never expecting to be so easily defeated, the shadow of fear left by the Vandals haunted their hearts, and the captives saw Geisarik approaching quickly, like panicked chicks, screaming and retreating, and occasionally casting fearful glances at Gaisarik.

Only Walcreek sat in place, and he looked very bad, but the horse's hooves had trampled him, and he was limp and powerless.

"You're Flavis. Luga's guards! Gaisaric stood in front of Walkrick and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, now, where is your Augustus!" ”