"Looks like you've made your choice, Luga." Andrew couldn't help but smile when he saw Luga's behavior, he understood what Luga meant, he smiled on the surface, but he was uneasy inside, because he vaguely felt that Luga would inevitably act crazy if he broke the jar like this. Turning to the Roman soldiers who were still clinging to the fragile walls against the steady stream of onslaught, each of them struggling on the brink of life and death, Andrew, as their companion, knew that he could not live alone.

Yes, Lugatsema turned around, his eyes bursting with rage, his right hand pressed tightly against the hilt of the sword and slowly withdrew, and in the sunlight, the exposed blade shone with a blinding silver light. The looming killing aura made Andrew shiver.

Luga was about to break his promise, and no one knew what he was going to do next, and everyone watched as he slowly came to the position he had just observed.

Luga seemed to calm down, he knew that if he rushed desperately like a group of crazy people, then the result would naturally be the destruction of the city, as he had just said. They are nothing more than thorny flesh that will eventually be swallowed by the mouth of the blood.

"No, you can't attack." Luga muttered to himself, reaching out and tapping his helmet with a crisp "clanging" sound, like striking a bell, trying to get the mess out of his head and give himself a calm and sober mind.

"Horns, how many horns did we bring?"

"Four, my lord."

"Then we will divide our troops into two ways, one with two horns." Luga said to the cavalry commander beside him: "Then we will split up, on the left and right sides of the fortress, with horns as communication, and when you are in place, blow the horns, remember, with all your might!" ”

"As you wish, my lord!" The captain nodded, then turned and beckoned his cavalry to turn their horses and walk away along the path from which they had come.

The Vandals were still attacking, dozens of them huddled together, and a dozen strong Vandals were holding a huge bumper log, and their goal was the city gate.

The Roman archers above the door immediately returned fire, but they were protected by soldiers with shields, they formed a shield array like the Romans, and slowly advanced, and countless arrows kept falling on their shields, either inserted or bounced away, but the Vandals were unscathed, and they didn't even have a chance to hold up their shields, which made the Roman archers helpless in the face of them, and they had done their best.

"Boom! Boom! ”

A heavy sound sounded from under the door of the Roman fortress, and the wooden door that was tightly blocked in front of him was trembling, and the officers defending the city hurriedly beckoned the soldiers inside the fortress to gather the number of a hundred, who were not equipped with shields, but with spears in both hands, and the first row crouched down, and raised their spears diagonally upwards at an angle of forty-five degrees, while the soldiers behind stood with their spears held flat, facing the wooden door in front of them, which was groaning under the impact.

"Hold on! Keep your composure, lads! The centurion kept greeting his men, each of them sweating profusely, and the young soldiers were breathing deeply to the rhythm of the centurion's teachings, some grinning their teeth, some of their arms still shaking, but they still held on.

"Boom! Wow! ”

The Vandals slammed the gate open with their hammers, and the wooden gate finally fell to the ground overwhelmed. The huge wooden door fell and splashed a large cloud of dust, and the wind drove the soil to "whew" towards them, so that the Roman soldiers present had to make a gesture to cover or squint.

After the dust had passed, a large number of Vandals appeared at the open gates, all of them in a mess, with different weapons in their hands, all of them roaring and desperately rushing towards the fortress.

"Click......"

The dust not only blocked the view of the Romans, but also made the Vandals look at things in front of them a little foggy, and at a very close distance, the Vandals in the front row, no, it should be said that the soldiers recruited by the Vandals as cannon fodder rushed up first, but when they saw the sharp spears waiting for them behind the dust, it was too late to stop.

They shouted desperately, trying to turn around and signal the Vandal soldiers behind them to stop, for there was a place of death in front of them. But how could the Vandals in the back listen to their wails, they were ordered to attack without disobedience, instead of seeing the "rabble" turn their heads and shout. And, God knows what they say.

The Vandal soldiers who followed were all frightened bastards, with their mouths wide open and their eyes wide with terror wide, there was nothing to describe the horror of these cowards. was not a companion of the same clan, so he naturally felt distressed, so he raised the spear in his hand and stabbed it violently.

The well-meaning conscripts probably didn't expect the Vandals to see them that way until they died, only to be greeted by the shining spear tips of their allies.

The Vandals roared, brutally stabbed their spears into the stomachs of the soldiers recruited in front, and then thrust their legs forward with a thud of force to thrust the "cowards" who were not yet fully dead.

"Huh..."

The spears of the Romans pierced their backs and pierced through their chests. The wretched creatures, innocent and powerless, took their last breath at something incomprehensible to them, and the Romans and Vandals drew their spears at the same time, and soon they lost their support and fell to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

"Damn it! Advance! Advance! ”

The Roman centurion roared loudly and beckoned the soldiers behind him to advance, trying to use the dense spears as a bulwark that would bring blood and death to their enemies, keeping them dead from the walls.

The soldiers puffed up, raised their spears, and followed the centurion's shout, advancing step by step. When they encountered the Vandals rushing up, they gritted their teeth and raised their spears to stab at the Vandals who collided with them.

Not to be outdone, the Vandals raised their spears, not dodging the blood-stained spears of the Romans, even if the deadly thing would penetrate their necks or chests.

Under the collapsed city gate, the soldiers on both sides roared angrily, and raised their spears to stab each other wildly, blood and minced flesh gushed like a fountain in this small place, and people on both sides continued to fall on the ground on the pile of corpses accumulating more and more, and the soldiers who were still standing opened their mouths and roared hoarsely like bloody people, their faces were stained with the blood of their companions, they were all deadly characters, and the blood and minced flesh did not make them feel fearful, Instead, let them raise their spears and stab them wildly at the opponent's fragile neck as if they were dead, because they could restrain the opponent to death, and even make the enemy bleed profusely.

There were more and more Vandals, and a hundred-man Roman soldier could not withstand the growing number of Vandals and their conscripts. Soon, one by one, the soldiers with lead fell on their hands and feet, and the weak line of defense was broken through.

"My lord, our attack is about to succeed!" On the ship, a soldier reported to Gaisarik.

Gaisaric didn't speak, just nodded, and then a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.