The last of the relentless to resist, the Alan cavalry, struggling in the crowd, was pierced and fell from their horses by spears stabbed from behind by Roman soldiers.

"Poof!"

A dull sound gave a poignant end to this almost absurd battle, and now the Romans were standing on the battlefield, panting and trembling with their weapons in hand, apparently not recovering from the battle they had just had.

"Long live Rome!"

I don't know who shouted, and the soldiers around them came back to their senses at this time, and looked at the corpses lying on the ground under their feet and the comrades around them, and they finally realized that they had won.

"Long live Rome!" The soldiers raised their weapons and shouted loudly, all celebrating the hard-won victory, or rather glad they had survived the battle.

"Let's go back, everyone who should be seen has been seen, and the etiquette has been done." Luga looked at the cheering crowd below and breathed a sigh of relief. Turning his head, the first thing Luga saw was Matteorius, this guy had a gloomy face, and seemed to have a lot of criticism for Luga.

"This is war, noble nobles." Luga said and smiled at him, "I couldn't figure it out before, but after too many life and death tests, I figured it out, this is war, people always have to die, if you want to evaluate the merits of the war, you don't care who loses more, but after the war, you get more benefits to ensure the balance of the war, so that the sacrifice of the soldiers is worth it!" ”

Matteorius didn't say a word, he couldn't find a reason to refute Luga, he could only glance at the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield and follow Luga away.

Half a day later, when they returned to the barracks, the soldiers defending the city reported that an envoy from the Vandals was waiting.

"Vandals?" Luga felt very incredible, after all, there was no contact with each other, and the sudden appearance of a messenger really made Luga feel incredible.

He hurried back to the tent and saw the Vandal envoy who had been standing outside the tent for a long time, and this envoy seemed to have a lot of criticism for Luga, otherwise he would not have looked at Luga coldly.

"Vandals?" Luga asked.

The messenger didn't say anything, but looked at Luga and nodded silently, acquiescing. The messenger also had an entourage, this guy did not come empty-handed, and he also carried a box in his arms, which seemed to be very valuable.

"That's really a rare guest!" Luga smiled and said to the messenger of the Vandals, and took the fellow into the tent, and Luga then asked the messenger, "Say, your Excellency, what is the purpose of coming so far?" ”

"To urge you to fulfill the treaty we have signed with your party, Augustus." The messenger said coldly, and it seemed that he was becoming more and more dissatisfied with Luga.

"So, what the hell is going on?" Luga smiled, his attitude visibly gloomy, and it was not difficult to see that he had realized that the messenger of the Vandals had come prepared. He must have known something, so he came to ask for sin.

"As an ally of Rome." The Vandal messenger continued: "We are obliged to inform you Romans not to play tricks under our noses! ”

With that, the Vandal messenger nodded at his entourage, which immediately understood, and stepped forward to open the box on his chest to Luga.

"it!" Luga couldn't help but exclaim, because he saw a human head in the box, although the guy's head was a little dry, but Luga felt so familiar to look like this.

"This is the captain of your privateer's fleet, that is to say, the commander." The Vandal messenger said unhurriedly, "Our king, Gessarik, understands, for this fellow has told us all about his dealings with you before he dies. You recognize us as allies of Rome, but for our allies, you do regret that our king Gaisarik is sorry for this method, after all, people in so-called civilized countries should not use such insidious and cunning methods. He keeps saying that it is you, but of course we do not believe that it was your doing. So our king, Gaisarikt, has sent me to ascertain what this has to do with your Excellency. ”

"What? What you said is very strange, Your Excellency, Messenger. In the face of this envoy's questioning, Luga deliberately pretended to be stupid, feeling that what this envoy said was very incredible.

"But did he say that you were responsible for plundering our merchant ships, and that Your Excellency even promised to divide the spoils of their plunder, is that such a thing?"

"Nope! Of course not, how could I do such a thing. Luga waved his hand at the messenger and replied, "Your Excellency's King Gaisaric is also an old acquaintance to me, and I think that when I beat him all over the ground and looked for teeth, if it were not for the pity of our senate senators and let me let him go, I am afraid that your Excellency would not have had the opportunity to speak to me in such a tone in my barracks." ”

Luga's words made the face of the Vandal envoy blue and purple, and he wanted to humiliate this dignified Roman soldier commander, but he didn't expect this guy to turn over old accounts and make himself unable to go down the steps.

"I've always had a question for Your Excellency." Luga stroked his chin and made a thoughtful look, and then asked the messenger: "At that time, that is, a few years ago, what role did Your Excellency play in Carthage?" ”

"Garrison officer!" The messenger replied without hesitation: "I am proud of my profession, and I am even more grateful to my king, Gaisarik, who chose me from among the crowd and trusted me so much that I could have the opportunity to confront Your Excellency here!" ”

"It's easier to talk then!" Luga smiled and asked, "I have an incomprehensible one. Question for you, the former Carthaginian garrison. ”

The Vandal messenger did not speak, but looked at Luga quietly.

"So." Luga pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Since Your Excellency is a garrison officer, you must have seen the thrilling battle on the sea outside Carthage at that time, and I just want to ask Your Excellency what Your Excellency thought at that time when the combined fleet under my command sank the last battleship of the Vandal." ”

Such obviously humiliating questions filled the Vandal envoy's face with embarrassment, and he did not know how to refute the former triumphant victor.

"We have a more complete army, and they are training day and night, ready for battle."

"That's just right!" Luga said with a look of disdain: "The more lush the wheat grows, the easier it is to harvest." ”