Such a powerful offensive can only be fought by the barbarians, who used their brute force and flesh and blood to tear apart the Roman army.

"Archers, where are the archers!"

Luga shouted desperately behind him, and then, only the sound of the bowstring snapping, and five hundred fiery arrows poured down like a violent rain of flames in the Vandals' formation, and many unlucky people who did not have a shield or had no time to defend fell to the ground. Such a rain of flames poured down one after another, but the Vandals didn't seem to care about their casualties, many soldiers didn't even fall to the ground with several arrows in their bodies, and continued to attack with bows and arrows, so that the way of attacking life and death was a big blow to these Roman soldiers who had just stepped onto the battlefield, and they gradually began to be a little unable to resist, and there was a wavering, but Luga was present, with the Rabelan flag he held high, so that the soldiers were a little relieved, and continued to resist on the battle line, However, the Vandals' attack became more and more violent, and the battle line that had been straight in a straight line was turned into an arc by the Vandals' attack, and it seemed that it was about to be forced onto the beach. As more and more people fell, the ground beneath their feet was red with blood and covered with corpses and broken weapons, and the Vandals became even more violent from the blood, and Luga and his troops looked like they could not hold on.

"Don't be afraid, hold on! Resist! ”

Luga continued to do his best to cheer up his men, though he knew that if the next reinforcements didn't arrive, he would be pushed into the sea by the Vandals. Anxious, of course he was anxious, at this time, although he was still fighting back, but his heart was already like an ant on a hot pot, and he really wanted to grow wings and fly back now to ask Hermanus what was going on, what about the supporting soldiers? Did he deliberately put him together and let him die here?

"Gaisarik knows that if the landing Roman forces are annihilated, then we will have to change places, or go back to Athens directly!" Not only Luga, but even Hermanus, who was watching the battle from the flagship, was also anxious, the warship transporting the archers had just left the beach, and now the offshore area was in a mess due to the hurry, and there was no chance for the next group of warships to approach and land.

"If this continues, Luga will surely die! He is the adopted son of Augustus, and if he dies here, not only will Great Sicily not be saved, but even my life may not be saved! Hermanus paced back and forth on the flagship, thinking hard about what to do, and he was anxious, eager to grow a pair of huge hands and force away the battleship that was blocked in the near sea, so that the next battleship could land and give Luga enough support!

"Father, don't we still have trebuchets and ballistas?" Beria stayed behind Hermanus and asked, "Why did you delay in giving the order for them to support Luga, he really can't hold it anymore!" ”

"You think I don't want to?" Hermanus turned his head sharply and shouted at Berialius in a reprimanding tone: "Ballista, trebuchet, after all, they are weapons of mass destruction, and if you throw them, you don't know where they fall, if you don't hurt the enemy, but if you hurt your own troops or even Luga, then how can you explain when you go back?" Augustus would literally cut off my head! ”

"Fuck, back off, back off!"

After nearly half an hour of fierce fighting, Luga was exhausted, covered in blood, and his right hand was so sore that he could barely grasp the iron sword, which was also stained with blood and flesh, and was full of cracks. He still gave up, and had to pessimistically admit that reinforcements really wouldn't come, and when he looked back, he saw the crowded battleships, and he couldn't even see Hermanus's flagship, and he actually began to understand Hermanus, because he knew that Hermanus did his best, but he couldn't figure out why Hermanus didn't use long-range weapons to support him.

He led the remnants of the soldiers back to the beach, which was now densely packed with people, both Romans and Vandals.

Luga dragged his iron sword and led all the blood-stained soldiers around him to retreat step by step.

"General, I'm afraid!"

The centurion, who had fought alongside Luga, could not hide the panic in his heart and began to retreat, although he fought back as best he could, killing several Vandals, but the imminent threat of death made such a large man cry, tears streaming from his eyes, and two clear tracks sliding on his blood-stained face. He shuddered as he carried the half-broken iron sword, and it was hard to imagine if he could sustain the next round of attack.

The same is with his back to the water, unlike the last time, this time with his back to the ocean, there is no way back. It was as if the scene was repeated, but without the fire, the fire that was enough to engulf everything. On the other hand, their own team has already lost half of them, and there is almost nothing left of the first array.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." Luga comforted the centurion with words, while thinking hard about the next countermeasures, he must remain calm, at least in the case of the defeat of the army, as a commander, he must remain calm enough to influence the soldiers around him to make them no longer waver, he even wondered if he had done something wrong, was it really that the plan could not catch up with the change?

The Vandals suddenly halted their attack, and they kept a distance of three meters from the Romans to meet them, and they needed a short rest before they could continue to kill the enemy. This gave the two sides a precious and short time to confront.

"Negotiate! Negotiation! ”

Somehow, with the last of his strength, Luga raised the flag in his hand and shouted loudly to the Vandals.

The soldiers were stunned by this cold voice, and they all looked at the middle of the formation, their eyes wide as they watched as Luga pushed away the soldiers who stood in his way, and walked before the Vandals with the Rabelan flag held aloft.

Such a move also caught the Vandals by surprise, and they also set their eyes on Luga, who was not afraid of the red eyes and hideous expression. He didn't actually do this for a long time, but he screamed coldly without consciousness at all.

The Vandals were still able to understand Latin, and they did not seem to be averse to negotiation, and although victory was at hand, perhaps they were still afraid of the endless Roman fleet on the sea behind Luga.

"Negotiating, I am the supreme commander of the Ninth Legion of the Roman Empire! I ask for negotiations, with your chief! Luga raised his hands, each holding a Rabelan banner and an iron sword.

The people of Vandal, looking at the ornate armor and cloak, naturally did not question Luga's identity, they were waiting, everything depended on the decision of their leader.