The night was dark, and it was pitch black outside the city, and the whole city fell into a deep sleep. On the city walls, many soldiers in armor but doing nothing patrolled back and forth with torches.

Although Bill said that he was not afraid of anything, he was still afraid of this Roman army in his heart, so although he was chic, the city defense did not fall at all.

"It's good to share the ups and downs, but they drink the best wines, and what about us? This wine is like urine. ”

A soldier staggered up the steps of the city wall, and he couldn't stop complaining, as if he had been greatly wronged. It's no wonder, after all, they used to share weal and woe, but now the class gap has been immediately widened, which will make this soldier feel unbalanced, and he is naturally very dissatisfied, but he is a general, and he is just an ordinary soldier, and he also acquiesced to such a gap.

"Hey, I've got some wine here!" The drunken soldier staggered over to a soldier sitting there, and he shook the bottle in his hand, deliberately making the wine shake loudly in the jug. But the fellow seemed to be asleep, so light that he couldn't hear the exhalation.

"There are so few guys who don't snore when they sleep these years!" He muttered to himself enviously, but he still didn't want to taste the wine himself, and then he stepped forward and kicked the soldier at him and said, "Hey, get up, taste this wine, you can be refreshed when you are done, hey, this is standing guard!" ”

Seeing that the soldier still didn't react, this made the drunkard angry, and he couldn't get angry.

"Hey! Talking to you, do you hear? ”

His failure to respond frustrated the drunkard's pride, and he gritted his teeth and kicked the silent fellow with all his strength.

"Bang!"

With a thud, his foot slammed into the chain mail on the soldier's chest. The guy jerked, then turned and fell.

"What's going on?"

Unexpectedly, this foot went down, and the soldier actually fell, so he didn't snort, which had to make the drunkard break out in a cold sweat, wondering if this foot was too heavy for him to breathe for a while.

Thinking so, the drunkard crouched down and tentatively touched the motionless soldier.

"Huh? What is it? Through the dim light of the fire, the guy noticed a puddle of liquid coming out of the soldier's neck, and he was so curious that he simply crouched down to see what was going on. I saw him squat down slightly, stretched out his trembling right hand, touched the liquid on the ground with two fingers, and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

"Blood, my God!" The guy cried out, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered, and the wine inside flowed to the ground and merged with the blood of the dead soldier. It turned out that the soldier was not asleep, but was killed by a cut on his neck.

For a moment, the drunkard felt strangely quiet around him, as if he was no longer on the city walls but in a world where there was no one else alive but him. He was stunned in place, he didn't dare to come out, the sweat on his body had already wet his underwear, and it also fell down his forehead.

"How is this, how is this?"

The drunkard kept repeating, saying over and over again, looking at the corpse in front of him, quiet, the surroundings were so quiet, nothing could be heard except the sound of insects.

"Giggles......" The sound of mechanical operation was heard above.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and hurriedly ran up the city wall, and at the first moment he stepped on the city wall, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, the whole city wall was lying with corpses, all of them were his compatriots, they died differently, but the blood that flowed out was the same color, and the blood stained all the ground on the city wall red, and there was almost no place to put his feet, and the soldiers on the entire city wall died.

"What's going on?" Seeing the scene in front of him, the drunkard's wine could be regarded as completely sober, and he fell to his knees with a "plop".

"Giggle......

The voice rang out again, and it was particularly harsh in such a quiet environment.

"Gatehouse!"

He snapped in the direction from which the voice had come, and turned back to hear from the eerie gatehouse not far from the corpse.

"Someone's moving the gates!"

The drunkard was shocked, screamed badly, and quickly got up and picked up a blood-stained iron sword from the pool of blood on the ground, and ran all the way quickly. It may be that the drunken man has forgotten his fear for a while, and he now wants to know who is manipulating the gates.

The stone cave of the gatehouse was in front of him, and the stone wall was already stained with blood, and the voice came from there, and the drunkard was very sure that he had finally met a living man, and he had to ask what was going on.

"Hey! You guys! ”

The drunkard rushed into the cavern, and just opened his mouth but stopped abruptly, his eyes wide as he stared at the men who were manipulating the gates.

"Ghosts, ghosts!!"

He couldn't be sure what the pitch-black thing was in front of him, for they couldn't even see the front side, and the drunkard was so frightened that his lips began to tremble, and he couldn't help but retreat, trying to escape from this place of hell.

But just as he took two steps back, suddenly a hand covered his mouth, he only felt a coldness in his neck, and then a tearing pain, he clearly saw his blood splattered out, and his breathing seemed to stop in an instant, no matter how much he gasped, it was useless, gradually, his eyes changed color, and gradually, darkness enveloped his entire vision.

"What's going on? Missed one! The "ghost" who operated the gate questioned the "ghost" who had just killed it and left it on the ground.

"I don't know, maybe this guy just came up!" This "ghost" spread his palms helplessly.

"It's a good thing that this bastard didn't report it to the guys in the city in the first place, it's really going to be troublesome!" The "ghost" who operated the gate rebuked him, and then hurried to his own work.

"Squeak!"

The heavy gates were slowly opened, and the gates, which had been breached and renovated after being breached a few years earlier, were opened again without any violent measures, this time with no resistance, for they were all dead.

A "ghost" ran to the gatehouse with a torch in his hand and shook it three times from side to side against the darkness in front of him, and after a while, only the sound of footsteps was heard. Everywhere lit by the firelight, countless figures were seen, armed with weapons and armor, and they poured into the city under the guidance of the "ghosts", and the sleeping creatures did not realize that they were about to be in trouble!

"The citizenship I promised was naturally promised when the city was liberated!" Lugar looked at the soldiers who had poured into Agrippina, and said to the old village chief and the other leaders behind him.