The killing continued throughout the night, screams and wails mixed with the sound of burning flames that no longer tormented the ears of everyone present.

The sun rose slowly from the eastern Asia, and the chaos that illuminated the night swept away the absurdity before it, and there was no more heroic battle to sing about, only the devastation and corpses left behind by the battle. They lay on their backs on the ground, their eyes no longer shining, their mouths slightly open as if they were screaming, but the sound stopped abruptly. I must have heard one of them screaming at night, but I couldn't remember anything, the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The cries of killing in the city were becoming less and less abundant, proving that the enemy had been left with little left after a night of slaughter. At this moment a herald hurried up and whispered a few words in Luga's ear, and Luga listened, his face solemn, and did not say anything, but shook his head and continued to move forward with the herald.

The blood of the deceased had been evaporated by the heat, leaving behind a slimy bloody slime. The man who had pitied the clean leather shoes on his feet could not get off the road, and even the veterans of the battle were a little pale at the sight of the severed limbs and corpses in this place, and some of them could not bear to bend over and vomit along the way. Only Luga, who had a scepter in his hand, didn't mind that the slime in that place would stain his boots, and he walked forward, and the soldiers who were scavenging the corpses along the way stopped what they were doing and got up to look at him. But Luga ignored it, and he just followed his familiar route all the way up to the Doge's Palace.

"Where is he going?" One of the leaders behind him asked Andrew. Andrew didn't know either, just shook his head, he thought that there was no need to have any doubts at this time, just quietly follow behind Luga, there would always be an answer.

At the end of the straight street, there were many gray-faced soldiers, their faces full of exhaustion, and even then they were still shouting in their hoarse voices. The blood stained on their bodies and blades had dried overnight, and each of them was so filthy that it had changed color due to the dust from running and fighting. With their backs to Luga, they stormed the Doge's palace over and over again, and the enemy was so stubborn that the battle lasted all night, and the area of battle was littered with the corpses of soldiers on both sides, which had accumulated into a hill.

"The general is here! The general is coming! ”

The herald's shouts and reminders halted the attack, and they turned back, their faces covered with dust, and only a pair of eyes were rolling as Luga walked.

"Stop, the general is coming! The general is coming! ”

The news spread as soon as it spread, and everyone, even the rebels who were still resisting, knew that Luga was coming.

Luga held the scepter, he did not draw his weapon, and the soldiers in front of him made a way for him, so that he could clearly see the rebel soldiers gathered together to prepare for battle.

After a night of fierce fighting, they were exhausted and their hands and feet were as heavy as lead. The Romans halted their attack and gave them a moment's respite, but Luga's arrival made their hearts rise to the top of their throats.

The person in front of him was just holding a scepter and walking unhurriedly, and the rebels subconsciously hid their bodies behind the shields, trying not to look at Luga as much as possible. Luga came to a halt less than five meters away from the rebels in full view.

"He, what is he going to do?" The rebel soldiers couldn't help but ask, Luga watched them, and they were left with more than a hundred people. Each was exhausted and embarrassed to fight, because the attacking Roman soldiers were also exhausted, so they fought each other.

Luga beckoned behind him, Andrew immediately understood, beckoned the elite behind him, and Luga's two hundred guards strode forward in two phalanxes.

In the face of such heavily armed guards, you don't have to think about it to know that they are all a group of ruthless characters who have been in battle, plus the best armor and the sharpest weapons, these rebels have no capital to fight against them. Because of this, when the two guards phalanx came forward, there was a slight commotion among the rebels, who whispered in private, the theme was nothing more than the loss of the desire to fight.

"Surrender, spare you a way to live!" Luga took the scepter and pointed it at them, saying, "After a night of fierce fighting, I can prove that you are very good soldiers, and that such a death is not worth it!" Luga said, turning back to Andrew and saying, "Bring the wine." ”

Andrew was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Lujia's gourd, since Lujia said it, he naturally had to follow the order. Soon, several barrels of wine were brought up, and for the soldiers on both sides who had been thirsty all night, the mere smell of the wine was too much to bear, let alone taste it.

"Want to drink?" Luga took a glass and took a glass of wine, and drank the wine in the glass without hurrying, and now the soldiers around him who had been fighting all night couldn't help but swallow their saliva again and again.

Looking at the barrel, if it weren't for the guards watching, I'm afraid that both sides would rush up desperately, fight for the barrel and then drink him fiercely.

"Here, Andrew, give them a glass." Luga said, telling the soldier to fill all the glasses he had brought, and then took out half of the glasses and distributed them to the soldiers behind him.

"Drink, don't be formal, drink!" Luga beckoned to the soldiers, looked at the commander's acquiescence, and then looked at the wine in the glass, they couldn't hold it anymore, picked up the glass, looked up and drank the wine in the glass. It was like having been thirsty for too long and finally getting the sweetness of your dreams, and a glass of it would make the drinking soldier unsatisfied.

"Hey, hey, just one glass of wine! A glass of wine! ”

Andrew kept reminding, asking each soldier to hand over the glass to the next after drinking, and just like that, everyone drank the sweet wine. Looking at their intoxicated appearances, these rebel soldiers who watched were enduring physical and psychological torture, watching them drink wine one by one and look satisfied, these rebel soldiers couldn't help but bury their heads behind their shields.

"If you are willing to surrender, I will not only promise not to harm you, but also warmly welcome you to join our array." Luga spoke to the rebel soldiers in front of him, and then he emphasized: "Of course, joining us in the initiation ceremony means drinking our wine will both quench your thirst and save your life. ”

"I can't take it anymore!"

Finally, after a long period of patience, a rebel soldier could not bear the torture of thirst, he removed his shield and rushed forward, snatched the glass from Luga's hand and drank it up.

"Okay, welcome, friend!" Luga waited patiently for him to finish his glass of wine, then stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and said to him, "Welcome to the Roman legions, soldiers. ”

As soon as these words came out, the hesitant could no longer bear it, and they also rushed out of the array to snatch the wine glass, and their formation ceased to exist in an instant.