A year before the Battle of Chalon, in the palace of Carthage, Gaisaric was holding a grand banquet.

What exactly are they celebrating?

What are they not to celebrate?

They stormed the city, they sacked everyone from the nobles to the commoners, and killed all the Romans they wanted to kill, and Carthage became their paradise, in other words, the hell of the Romans, a city abandoned by God.

They built their happiness on the misery of the Romans, just as they did when the Romans attacked and oppressed them out of their breath.

They walked on the Carthaginian ground covered with corpse oil, not caring that the oil that burned from the human body would stain the soles of their shoes or the soles of their feet.

They thought it was an honor, the most ferocious revenge on the Romans, and what made them even happier was the helplessness of the Romans on the other side of the sea.

"Where is Africa, which was once a paradise in the eyes of the world? …… While the other provinces confessed their mistakes and corrected them, wasn't our city (Carthage) severely punished for refusing to accept the lesson? ...... No one buried the dead, but the terrible death polluted all the streets and buildings, as well as the entire city. Think about the sin we're talking about! Mothers were dragged away as captives, pregnant women were slaughtered, babies in the nanny's arms were snatched and left to fend for themselves in the streets, evil barbarians even ordered the once hordes of noble ladies to become their lowly slaves, and all we hear every day is people lamenting the loss of their husbands or fathers in this attack. ”

The proclamation describes how the Vandals slaughtered the Romans of Africa, describing the horrors of the slaughter in vivid detail, but blaming the Carthaginians themselves for the war and the killing.

Who is this comforting? Someone in power who is acting wrong? Or are they self-respecting warlords?

Yes, Vandals, what else do they have not to celebrate, the Romans have nothing to do with them, the only threat is Flavis. Luga, this crazy guy is targeting them at every turn, doing everything he can to drive a wedge and divide and try to retake Africa.

But God cursed him so that he could not set foot in the land of Africa, and he was overwhelmed by endless wars and new events. In such an endless campaign, the punishment of the Vandals had to be forgotten.

Yes, as if Aetius had supported the decision to stop the attack on Greater Sicily, Flavies. Luga also disappointed the people of western Rome, even though Morobautis once wrote a hymn to Luga.

"May he not speak for war, but for waging it. May he return to the victorious fate of his past, may his spoils and glory not mislead him, and may the fanaticism for gold not force him to succumb to endless worries. May his fighting spirit be praised, and may his sword forget the bloodshed of Sicily the Great and shed the blood of the enemy again. May he be invincible and noble and fraternal. ”

Luga tried to do this, but he did give up, for whatever reason, and the result was unchangeable and ironic.

Yes, Vandals, what reason do they have not to celebrate? They plundered the Romans with impunity, enjoyed wine and bread with great grandeur, and after consolidating Carthage, Gaisaric led his nobles to plunder the estates of the surrounding Roman nobles and take them for themselves.

Yes, they have completely taken over this paradise.

The banquet was staggered, and the laughter of men and women filled the hall. The Roman ladies who had once been high had to sit subserviently on the lap of the barbarians, whom they had always despised, laugh with them, and drink the wine made by their husbands. Let these barbarians behave recklessly on them, and they can only smile when they do all the rudeness.

They used this as a reason to live, and this was the fate of the losers, who would have longed for the return of the Roman armies in the north to liberate them, but no one knew who would want these mortal "noble flesh".

I saw the huge wooden door outside the hall slowly open, followed by a series of hurried footsteps, but the sound was as thin as the sound of laughter in the hall.

I saw a man in a barbarian robe, bypassing the chaos in the middle and coming straight to Gaisarik.

Gaisarik's guards seemed to know the guy, and when he strode closer, they didn't stop him, but let him pass, only to see the guy come up to Gaisaric and whisper a few words in Gaisarik's ear.

Gaisarric's smile froze on his face, replaced by seriousness and shock.

"What you said is true?"

"Yes, my king, I dare to take my life as a guarantee."

"That's great news!"

Gaisaric snorted, then got up and waved his hand at the guy who had brought the news, motioning for him to follow.

Then Gaisaric was seen coming to the back garden of the palace, where there was no one there, and it was just right to talk about things that could not be talked about in public.

"Flavies. Luga became the Augustus of the Romans, which is great news! Although Gaisaric said yes, he could see the uneasiness in his heart as he paced back and forth.

"Well, no one can restrain Flavies right now. Luga, how can this guy be so lucky! Gaisarik was thinking to himself as he paced, when suddenly he stopped, looked at the guy behind him who had brought him this bad news, and asked, "What, is that all there is to it, and nothing else?" For example, the attitude of Eastern Rome towards the new Augustus? ”

"At the moment it looks like they're all subservient." The messenger shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "Yes, my king, know it, Flavis. When Luga entered Constantinople, he was not so friendly, and others also saw it, after all, he was the only one in this world who could capture Constantinople. ”

"Constantinople!" Gaisaric smirked, "No one will be able to restrain an Augustus's decision, and he may even reorganize the expeditionary force to drown us in the sea!" ”

"I am afraid so, my king."

Gaisaric glared back at the messenger, and when he knew he had said something he shouldn't have said, the guy lowered his head in amusement.

"But we are not without another way, my king." The messenger continued, "It is said that Valentinian's sister, the princess of Western Rome, proposed to Attila and gave half of Western Rome as a dowry. Of course, Attila gladly accepted! ”

"Really?" Hearing this, Gaisarik's slightly dim gaze suddenly brightened again, and he turned his head to look at the messenger with wide eyes.

"Indeed, my king, Attila is now attacking Valentinian, demanding that he release the imprisoned Hodoria."

"So where is Hodoria?"

"I don't know, my king, I'm afraid Attila doesn't know where Hodoria is."

"That's it!" Gaisarik let out a faint laugh in the darkness and continued, "This is really a blessing from heaven to keep us alive!" ”

Gasarik laughed as he approached the messenger and whispered to him, "I need you to deliver a letter for me now." ”

"To whom?"

"Attila!" Gaisarik spoke the name so fiercely that even the messenger could not help but tremble.