The flames did not diminish because of their efforts, but became more and more presumptuous, and there was no water, or rather, they did not dare to use it.

Poor Greeks, they could only watch as the flames engulfed their houses, and perhaps the last drop of water was the tears that flowed from their eyes.

Thick smoke billowed up, reaching hundreds of meters above the head, and the smoke was like a pair of hands, covering God's eyes. Let God not see or hear the prayers of Diraqim below.

Looking at the smoke rising from afar over a city, no one could fail to see that the Greeks were helpless. It was a pleasure, like a bloody battle on the Aegean Sea, where we overturned the enemy's ships and could only watch them struggle and look helpless on the water.

It is also to watch the flames, the people inside are anxious, and the outside is content.

"They didn't have any water, or they found out they were running out of water when they were fighting the fire."

"Who can notice that as soon as you open your eyes, you will face the enemy besieging the city, and you will not understand until the fire is imminent."

"We took advantage of the fire and let them unconsciously waste all the water they needed for their livelihood."

"So, Luga, you led them to do something that was enough for them to regret for the rest of their lives."

"It's impossible for people to sustain themselves for more than a week without water, so it's only a matter of time before they surrender, but it's not the biggest headache."

"I guess their biggest headache right now is this uncontrollable fire!"

"The heat of the flame evaporates the water in their bodies, even if they don't do anything. In other words, if they act, even if it is to put up a barrier of flames to curb the momentum of the flames as much as possible, they will be thirsty. In short, without water, no matter how strong they are, it will not help, although they are soldiers I brought out. ”

"No matter how strong your will is, you can't endure such torture."

"So, let them suffer, they deserve it." Luga's eyes were cold, and there was no reason for Luga to show mercy to the enemies defending the city.

The physical exertion is so unbearable for many that it is hard to imagine a man toiling to exhaustion in a scorching flame, and being paid nothing more than a small glass of water not even enough to gargle.

Desperate women and old men either knelt in the church and prayed over and over again in the dry spout, hoping that God would show them mercy.

But all that can flow out of the canal is the mud, and those who are so thirsty that their mouths crack can only pick up a handful of mud and try to absorb the water inside, but no matter how hard they try, it is still in vain, and doing so will only cause them severe dysentery, and dehydration will only hasten their death.

"Didn't you find water from somewhere else?" Marcian was anxious, but he was helpless, he was not God, he could not call for wind and rain, and he could not solve the people's suffering.

"That's the end of today."

Looking at the smoke billowing out, Luga felt a little thirsty even himself, he pursed his lips and turned to leave.

Early in the morning of the second day, a chariot sped out of the barracks of Lugar outside the city of Dillaqium, and on it stood a man wearing a silver helmet, white linen cloth armor decorated with gold thread, and a red toga robe.

It was a messenger who was led by the coachman to a distance of more than a hundred and fifty meters from Dhirakim, and saw the messenger holding a parchment with a purple ribbon in his hand.

"This is the former Augustus of the Eastern Roman Partition Empire, who gave the Western Roman Partition Empire's Soldier Captain Flavis. Luga's Epistle, which is the edict of Augustus, represents the will of Augustus! ”

At this time, the flames of Diraqim had burned all night, and most of the houses in the city had already collapsed. I'm afraid that in such a warm climate, sleeping with a flame closed, life without water is certainly uncomfortable.

No matter how weak they were, the soldiers on the walls of Dirachium came slowly to the walls with thirst, and they poked their heads out with all their might to look at the chariot below.

The messenger on the chariot was the loudest voice chosen by Luga, and he spread out the parchment in his hand and looked at the group of Greeks in front of him.

The messenger read aloud the parchment in his hand unhurriedly, and held aloft the laurel of Licchinia, now Augusta of the Western Roman Empire, to show the Greeks the authenticity of the edict.

"Don't trust them! Don't trust them! ”

Facing the questioning gazes of the soldiers, Marcian was a little panicked, and he rushed up the city wall "desperately", pulling the soldiers one by one to look at them.

Marcian knew that this was Luga's old ministry, even if Luga had only been in charge of them for a few months. Whatever they thought of Luga, whether they loved or hated, Marcian heard the messenger reciting the edict of Theodosius as if he were facing a great enemy, and in any case, his position as Augustus was always so unjustified that it was pale to explain it.

Now Flavis. Luga took out the edict, and his status as the adopted son of Theodosius meant that Luga was the true heir, and the heir to the throne always sounded so justifiable.

"Don't trust them! Don't trust them! ”

Marcian clearly felt that there had been a subtle change in the psychology of the soldiers towards him, which was the last thing he wanted to see, and who could know whether the soldiers who had been "bewitched" would mutiny.

"Water, food, life! What you can live on will be satisfied when you lay down your arms! The messenger went on to say that this was undoubtedly a great temptation to face the soldiers who had been thirsty all day.

At this time, Luga was seen leading the army, dozens of trebuchets were placed behind him, and the machine masters were loading stone eggs.

In front of Luga, the soldiers placed the newly fetched water in front of the defenders of Dilaqim, who held a wooden bowl in his hand, filled the bucket in front of him, and drank it with his head up.

This seemingly ordinary act made the eyes of the defenders of Diraqim widen, and they couldn't help but purse their lips as they looked at the buckets of water, and their eyes showed a look of longing.

Luga held the soldier's scepter in his hand, raised it high and pointed it directly at Dillakim in front of him, and said loudly: "Join me, Thracian field army, don't forget that it was I who turned the tide when I was ordered to turn the tide, I am the son of Theodosius, the successor of Augustus in Rome, submit to me, submit to the new Augustus, otherwise, there will be no forgiveness!" ”

Thirsty and doubtful, the soldiers standing on the walls were constantly puzzled, and they cast questioning glances at Marcian, and there was no more loyalty to them.

Realizing that he could no longer stay here, Marcian symbolically ordered his soldiers to hold their posts while contemplating his escape.