"Shoot! Shoot them! Shoot them! ”

The commander of the archers on the gate tower yelled in a hoarse voice, beckoning his bow and arrow to point to the northern part of the Vandals below. This is their absolute weakness, and they have no protection at all.

The archers obeyed their commander's orders and turned their arrows to aim at the Vandal soldiers below, who were desperately attacking.

"Click......"

With the sound of a bowstring, dozens of arrows fell from the sky, piercing the chain mail of the unsuspecting Vandals like a heavy punch in their backs, like grass blown down by a strong wind, and more than a dozen Vandals fell with arrows in an instant.

But the Vandals didn't seem to care about such casualties, the front fell, and the back continued to replenish, and the roaring Vandals instantly made up for this gap, and the Roman defense line expanded rapidly like an inflated balloon, and it was difficult for only a hundred people to parry so many enemy troops, and they rushed wildly, so that the Roman soldiers defending the city could not help but begin to shake.

Every human being has only one life, and this is not only true for the Romans, but also for the soldiers of the Vandals. Here, nothing is dead, eighteen years later it is still a good man's saying, there is only one life, they are all living beings, unique individuals, but the armor makes them look similar.

During the rush, the Roman soldiers gave up their resistance, and they fell to their knees and signaled surrender to the Vandals in front of them. Whether it was the Latins or the Germanic who surrendered, there was nothing more important in the hearts of these people than to be alive.

The Vandals seemed to be very concerned about the captives, and for the Roman soldiers who laid down their arms, they only punched and kicked them, and of course, they could not put those who surrendered to death without the orders of the officers.

It is better to suffer flesh and skin than to be brutally hacked to death by the sword, one surrendered, the aura of fear spread like a virus, one after another Roman soldiers put down their resistance, and the Vandals were able to drive straight inside the fortress.

"Shoot! Shoot! ”

"Click......"

There was another sound of bowstrings, and dozens of arrows fell in the dense crowd, and the arrows fell, grazing the flesh or directly through the flesh, splashing fleeting blood flowers. Death is spreading, but compared to the confrontation stage just now, death has slowed down a lot.

"Take up arms, take up arms and continue to resist! Violators will be dealt with by military law! "The officers stationed in the Roman fortress shouted orders to the wavering resistance of the soldiers, and by the time the city was broken, the number of soldiers had plummeted, and the resistance was no longer sustainable.

The soldiers retreated, they had been forced by the Vandals to hold the second half of the fortress, but fortunately the walls were still under the control of the Romans, but they were crumbling under the upper and lower attacks of the Vandals.

"Squeak!"

With a cracking sound of wood, the wooden stakes on the periphery of the city wall broke and collapsed, causing a series of effects, and the sections of wood broke apart overwhelmedly, burying the bodies of the Vandal conscripts of the attacking side below.

"We're about to win, it's not going to be an easy battle."

As the ornate ship docked, Geisarik puffed up his chest as he stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the crumbling Roman fortress, and a smug smile appeared on his face. This attack reminded him of the Roman landing outside the ancient city of Syrac, and to be honest, what really scared him was the endless Roman warships on the sea, and he couldn't tell or imagine how many Romans there were.

This time it's different, he's the attacker, so there's no need to be afraid. However, this time compared to Luga's embarrassed appearance, his way is more clever, and the effect achieved is more significant.

"Luga may not know or just know about this change until now, I'm afraid it's too late for him, losing this fortress, New Carthage will be missing a corner, and when Diego comes from the north, I'll see how Luga deals with our two super legions!" Gesaric thought to himself, and couldn't wait to get off the boat, stepping on the solid and somewhat soft ground, and he suddenly felt a heroic sense of magnificence spread his hands and looked up at the sky, as if the Iberian region under the sky would be his territory.

"We will return to this land as the Carthaginians did at that time." Gaisaric turned back to his men and said, "But we are stronger and smarter than the Punics, and of course our opponents, the Romans, are so weak. ”

"Woo-woo-woo-"

Just as Gaisarik triumphantly contemplated his immortality, the long Roman horn interrupted his imagination, like an invisible hand pulling him back from his dream to reality.

"What!" Gaisarric's eyes widened suddenly, looking in surprise at the direction from which the horn was coming from, his mouth opened slightly, and he whispered in confusion: "Why, Roman reinforcements?" ”

"Woo-woo-woo-"

The sound of the trumpet, followed by the sound of the Roman trumpets on the other side of the fortress, made Gaisaric even more alarmed, which was not what he wanted to see or what he feared the most, but it happened.

The sound of the trumpet, as if it were directing thousands of horses and horses forward slowly, caused the Vandals to stop fighting, and they raised their heads to listen carefully to the sound of the Roman trumpets overhead.

The sound of horses' hooves rumbled on the high ground not far away, and Gaisaric looked up to see a large number of Roman cavalry on either side of the fortress, arrayed on both sides of the fortress, armed with spears and shields, their black chain mail glistening in the sun's rays.

The Vandal soldiers began to be a little confused, as if by the sound of the trumpet, they remembered the horrors of the war.

I saw a detachment of cavalry slowly walking into the battlefield, unhurried and leisurely, as if they were not engaged in battle, but traveled far away to enjoy the scenery. The Vandal soldier halted his charge, stood still, and turned his head, his eyes wide open, his expressions some wooden and some frightened, as he watched the pair of Roman cavalry slowly approach, especially the banner of the golden eagle held by the leading rider. This thing is enough to represent that this team is not easy to mess with at the moment.

After a while, at the other end of the fortress, another detachment of cavalry appeared, and they also entered unhurriedly, with an arrogant appearance, as if they did not pay attention to the Vandals in front of them at all.

"Romans, Roman reinforcements have arrived!"

Instead of panicking, the Vandal's soldiers began to panic, fearing that the Romans would punish them, let alone the victorious generals, or captains, who faced the Romans.