"Shut up, Luga!" Andrew was really angry this time, he threw away his shield, grabbed Luga's cloak and pulled it back desperately, and stepped back in the direction he had come from under the cover of the chaotic war horse.

"Andrew, let me go." Lu Jia covered the bleeding wound on his neck with his left hand, and held the iron sword in his right hand and swung it forward, "At this time, we haven't completely disrupted their formation, as long as we let them mess up, we have enough power to defeat them." ”

"You don't want to die?" Andrew yelled, simply put away the iron sword, grabbed Luga with both hands, and pulled back desperately. "If you die, believe me, the army will collapse immediately, you can't die, even if you are defeated, you can't die!"

"Stand back, all stand back!"

Andrew beckoned the cavalry behind him, and because the commander was wounded, the cavalry tightly surrounded Luga, fighting back against the Vandals who came forward, while protecting Luga and retreating step by step.

"Andrew, Andrew ordered the soldiers to move forward, leave me alone, I can't die!" Seeing that the distance that was not easy to advance had all retreated in an instant, Luga could not accept such a result. "This is our opportunity and we must take it, otherwise there will be more senseless sacrifices!"

"Death to you, you're the last!" Andrew didn't listen to Luga at all, and he pulled Luga frantically until he dragged him out of the battlefield!

Now, only infantry against infantry, the two sides engaged in a frantic tug-of-war that lasted from morning to noon, until the soldiers on both sides were completely exhausted, so exhausted that they could not even lift their weapons and shields.

"Stop, stop, that's it, that's it for today!"

Covered in blood, Gaisaric was panting like a cow, he never noticed the existence of Luga, and he fought hard with his soldiers, but the Romans had no fear in the face of the pile of corpses and blood, or they were numb.

As soon as Gaisaric finished speaking, all the fighting on the battlefield stopped, and the Vandals and the Romans let go of each other at the same time, and retreated together, maintaining a safe buffer distance of three or four meters in the middle.

"What about the generals, what about our generals?" At this time, the Romans were slow to realize that Luga was not present, and they looked at each other, looking around to find Luga's trace.

"The news just came from the rear that the Roman commander Luga was picked off his horse by our soldiers in order to attack us from behind, and he should not know whether he is alive or dead at this time." Vandal's guard officer leaned into Gaisarik's ear and whispered, probably the best news Gaisaric had heard in a while.

"Tell the soldier to come directly to my guard! Brave guys. The corners of Gaisarik's mouth rose slightly, "Soon, the Romans will know such bad news, and we don't have to be so tough anymore, because they will be out of formation by tomorrow at the latest!" Gaisaric was so confident that he looked triumphantly at the Romans who were looking at each other in front of him, and he had begun to fantasize about what they would look like when they fled.

"No need to look for it!"

At that moment, only a loud voice was heard behind the Roman soldiers, and they turned back and quickly stepped back to make way for them. Behind the Romans was a man riding a horse, and a gust of wind blew, and the red vertical horse and cloak on the man's helmet swayed in the direction of the wind.

"General! Checkmate! ”

The confusion on the soldiers' faces was gone, replaced by joy and excitement!

"What?"

Gaisarik's eyes widened, he didn't believe what was happening in front of him, and he turned his head to look at the guard officer who had just given him the news, and there was undisguised resentment in his eyes.

"Didn't you say okay, he was picked off the horse?"

The guard officer was speechless for a moment, hearing was false, seeing was believing, and he could only bow his head in the face of the facts. He muttered in a low voice, "Maybe this is another trick of the Romans to deceive people?" ”

"No, it won't!" Faced with the conjecture of the guard officer, Gaisaric refused, and his eyes did not look at the oncoming man for a moment. "I will never forget the appearance of his figure, this, tricky enemy!"

Lugarzema slowly came to the front of the Roman army, opposite Gaisaric.

"Damn it!"

Gaisaric gritted his teeth, and Luga had his back to the sun, and he was high up, making Gaisaric look up as if the light was emanating from Luga's body.

"Gaisarik, King of the Vandals!" Luga opened his mouth, his voice as loud as a bell, and he looked down on the Vandals' army himself like a king looking down on all beings, "You are tired, don't fight again." Then let it be as you wish, a truce! ”

As soon as the words fell, Luga did not pause, but turned his horse and walked away unhurriedly.

"Damn it!" The truce was like an order, and Gaisaric didn't know what to do, but he looked at Luga's back and the glare of the sun.

"King!"

The officer of the guard, who bowed his head beside him, stepped forward, and at some point he had another sharp marker gun in his hand, and he once again leaned close to Gaisarik's ear and said, "Watch me take Luga's life to make up for my mistake just now!" ”

"Don't!" Just as the guard officer was about to step forward, Gaisaric suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"Opponent, it shouldn't be like this!" Gaisaric whispered, once again looking at the back of Luga, who was fading away. "Next time, I will really defeat him, instead of using despicable means!"

"Far enough, Andrew?"

Luga rode forward, and he couldn't help but reach for the wound on his neck again, and by this time the chain mail that had wrapped his neck tightly around his neck had oozed blood, and the pain made Luga frown.

"Far enough away that Gaisaric should be out of sight." Andrew looked back from time to time to make sure they had gone far enough before saying this.

"Cave Pass!"

Luga fell off his horse before everyone had time to react, much to the surprise of the soldiers and Andrew who followed him, and they quickly dismounted and helped Luga up, only to see that Luga's lips were white and his eyes were closed.

"What should I do, it seems that the wound is not treated in time, and there is too much bleeding!" The guard on the side said.

"Then carry the general into the barracks." Andrew continued: "And then if Gaisaric wants to avoid fighting during this time, we just need to block them, and I guess they won't last long!" ”