In the evening, Luga's army regrouped outside Dulotor Collam.

With the sound of a hurried trumpet, all the soldiers rallied under the Rabelan flag. This time, they have an extra siege weapon in their hands - a ladder. Facing the seven-meter-high wall of Dulokortolam, the soldiers defending the city were already panicked, and they were hurriedly preparing to deploy, rows of poorly dressed bows and arrows standing on the city wall.

"Wait, what do you have in store?" Tiberius followed Scar on the ramparts.

"Look, this is it." Instead of keeping Tiberius in mystery and deliberately seducing him to puzzle him, Scar pointed to the barrel that was placed on top of the city wall. Scar continued: "It's all oil, and if the Romans attack, I'll make them regret coming near this wall." Probably thinking of the wails and anguish of the Romans in hell made Scar laugh out loud. And then he said: "As soon as they come near, I will have the soldiers pour this oil on them, and then light a fire and let them struggle in the fire." This made Tiberius even more embarrassed, who was bewildered by what was going on behind him, but he calmed down and looked up at the several phalanx of Roman soldiers and countless siege engines outside the city walls. Can you hold it? Tiberius thought to himself.

It was not dusk today, for at noon a great cloud covered the entire province of Ludug Gaul, and as time went on the clouds were getting lower and lower, and a rainstorm was about to fall.

Twenty thousand Roman soldiers were displayed outside the city of Dulotor Collam, armed with weapons and some carrying ladders on their shoulders. Waiting in the open space outside the city, they waited silently, waiting for Luga to give orders.

"General." Andrew stood behind Luga, and he asked Luga, "Are we able to attack the enemy?" ”

"Let the trebuchets attack first, and all the soldiers don't move." Luga didn't seem to be in such a hurry to attack, but let the slingers push all the trebuchets and scorpion crossbows down early, and there were no siege engines on the battlefield, so what should the siege do, which made it difficult for everyone present.

"General, so much time has passed, I'm afraid the rebels are ready for defense, so what should we do?" Martinius came to Luga's side, and he looked up at the rebel soldiers on the wall, and wondered why Luga hadn't done it quickly.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw dark clouds that were getting lower and lower, and he saw that a heavy rain was coming, but Luga was so slow that he had to wait for it to rain before he could attack? Malenius was very incomprehensible, because as long as it rained, the siege machine could not be used, and without the siege machine, how easy was the siege of the city?

Without Luga's order to attack, the huge army stood outside the city of Dulotor Koram and waited quietly. No one knew why their general had not given the order to attack, and just waited for the time to go by, the sun set, and everything went dark.

"Huh!"

There was a thunderclap in the sky, a bolt of lightning swept across the dark night sky, illuminating the whole world as if it were daylight in that moment, and in the eyes of the Bagoda rebels, the light of that lightning made the armor of every soldier in the entire Roman army under the city walls reflect a dazzling silver light, and the whole army was like a god sent down to earth, just for that moment. The light dimmed, and the world fell silent again.

"Tick."

The first drop of rain fell, clanging on Luga's helmet, and it rained, and then, the "ticking" sound became more and more frequent.

"It's raining." Andrew and Malenius opened their palms to meet the raindrops that fell from thousands of meters in the air, and they raised their heads to let the raindrops lap on their bearded faces.

"Whoa......

The rain became heavier and heavier, wetting the armor and underwear of all the soldiers present, as well as the red vertical horse on Luga's wolfskin shawl and helmet. The rain ran down his helmet and wet his face so that he couldn't open his eyes, and he had no intention of running away, but stood quietly in the rain with the soldiers.

The rain poured down, extinguishing all the flames on the torches, so that Dulocor Torlam and the Roman army outside the city could see nothing, as if nothing had happened under the heavy rain. Braving the pouring rain, the archers of the Bagunda rebels clenched their bows, which had long been wet and slippery from the rain.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

Luga turned around and whispered to Malenius behind him: "Now that the heavy rain and darkness have hindered their vision, they can attack the city and take them by surprise!" ”

"I see!" Malenius whispered to the heralds behind him, "Don't blow the horn again this time, you inform the attacking army in turn, let them speed up and attack the city walls." ”

"What the hell was the Romans all about?" The rebel archers of Bagunda, who were drenched in rain on the city walls, asked in confusion: "Is this how they stand outside the city to intimidate us?" With such a heavy rain, if you want to attack or not attack, just stand outside, can you stare us to death with your eyes? ”

"Hey, what do you want." An archer beside him even put the bow in his hand aside and covered it with cowhide, so as not to let the rain affect the quality of the bow. With his back to the wall, he smiled and said to the complaining fellow: "The Romans have just broken through the defensive line we have set up outside, so they must be tired and tired, and now they are standing outside the city without rest to confront us, this is a person who can't stand it, and want to attack the city?" My friend, you should have seen at the time, the Romans pushed back their siege engines, and without them, what was the difference between them and the barbarians north of the Rhine? Their walls are designed to withstand the barbarians, and without siege engines, they are nothing! ”

Such words made the complaining archer speechless, and he did not know how to refute it, which reminded him of the time when he tried to take the city, and the corpses outside the city had accumulated into a mountain, and if it had not been for the oppressive slave uprising in the city, I am afraid that they would not have been able to take the city at all, and even the border guards defending the city would not have been able to defeat it.

Now that the Romans had lost their siege weapons due to the torrential rains, they were only in a worse situation than they were then. In such a situation, it seems that the Romans will only end in a crushing defeat if they are so obsessed with attacking. They couldn't be so crazy as to use human corpses to pile up corpses taller than the city walls. It all makes sense.

"Haha, that's right." The archer smiled, he couldn't think of a reason for the Romans to fight, he couldn't help but relax, and he followed the guy with his back against the battlements, quietly waiting for the order to disarm the battle.