The Alan's infantry finally broke out, their desire to survive overshadowed their desire to fight, and their surviving officers were finally unable to restrain their soldiers with their hoarse voices.

The Alan infantry scattered, throwing away their armor and desperately trying to find a break from the chaotic cavalry like rats. The retreating Alain infantry was numbered in the thousands, allowing Luga and his men to advance with astonishing speed and make peace with the cavalry in a very short time.

"Cavalry, retreat to the back of the infantry, retreat to the back of the infantry."

Luga hailed the heavily lost cavalry in the midst of the chaos, the advancing infantry made way for the cavalry, allowing the tired and embarrassed cavalry to pass back into the fortress, and forced the Alan cavalry to stop with their spears to deal with the headache.

"Push, keep the formation, keep pushing! Keep moving! ”

Luga shouted orders to the soldiers behind him, forming a wall of shields and stabbing the Alan cavalry in front of him with his spears to force them to retreat. The archers who had reoccupied the walls spread their bows and arrows at the unprepared Alan cavalry and poured all the arrows they had left.

One by one, the cavalry of the Alan army fell, which they could not afford to lose, and the shield wall in front of them was an insurmountable barrier, and they could only watch their targets run back to the fortress one after another.

The Alans sounded their horns to retreat, and the cavalry gave up the chase and rode back, leaving a place of corpses for the Romans. Luga led them to stand at the gate of the fortress and watched the dust they had left behind, until one of the soldiers raised his shield and cheered loudly, and the rest knew that they had finally won. They were so tired that all their strength seemed to be hollowed out in this short half-day battle, and even the cheers became weak, and their hands were like lead, but because of the victory, everything was worth it.

"Run, damn cowards, you can only deserve this!" The Roman soldiers triumphantly mocked the retreating Aran army, not hiding their joy at victory.

But at this moment the cheers of the soldiers ceased, and they restrained their triumphant appearance, and replaced them with horror, because on the high ground beside the Alans, I don't know when a large number of troops appeared, they unhurriedly lined up an attacking formation, and then slowly pressed towards the Roman fortress full of corpses. Their numbers are as large as a large black lake, with no end in sight.

Although it was not as large as the legend, the black pressure was far more than his own side, and the enemy had just arrived on the battlefield, when the physical strength and morale were at their highest, and it was difficult for the tired army to compete with them.

"Gaisarik!" Luga saw Vandal's banner and muttered, he yelled reluctantly, and asked in surprise, "When did Gaisaric appear?" ”

None of the surrounding soldiers could give him an answer, and they looked at each other with expressions on their faces like overturned stoves. He had just seen the dawn of victory, but he was greeted by an even heavier darkness, and the uncontrollable frustration in the hearts of the tired soldiers had spread.

"Do we have reinforcements, Captain Soldier?" A soldier beside him dared to ask Lujia in a low voice, Lujia was helpless, he didn't know what to say, he could only shake his head slightly, indicating that he was helpless.

"We don't have reinforcements, we don't have reinforcements!"

Word of mouth began to spread among the soldiers, and their frustration grew, and Luga realized that the battle could no longer be fought.

"Luga, Luga!" Luga heard someone beckoning him behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Andrew, and Andrew didn't have the same ruthlessness as he had at the time, like a tired wild bear, panting unwillingly.

"What's wrong, my friend?" Luga pulled Andrew to his side and questioned him.

"The enemy, the enemy is thousands, the soldiers are exhausted." Andrew pointed to the soldiers behind him and then said to Luga, "Our soldiers are no longer able to fight, but the enemy is close at hand, what should we do?" What are we going to do? ”

"Go back." "Tell the soldiers, retreat back to the fortress, now is not the time to breathe, we must be prepared for how to deal with the Vandals in front of us!" ”

Andrew nodded at Luga and turned to greet the one behind him

The soldiers shouted: "Back back, back to the fortress, quick!" ”

Inside the fortress, the soldiers blocked the gates with all the heavy wood and even the corpses, and the archers had no arrows to attack the enemy, but fortunately there were still some weapons left behind by the Alans, who stood on the fortress with iron swords and spears, staring at the Vandal army in front of them.

"Why are you here, my king!" Diego was on the high ground, he came to Gaisaric and hurriedly saluted, and he was a little flustered, after all, Gaisaric knew the situation very well at the moment.

Gaisaric looked down at the Roman fortress from afar, and saw that the soldiers inside were busy strengthening the fortress's defenses, and the open gate was closed, and God knows what the Romans had done to the fortress gate. He, just by his opinion, has missed a lot of offensive opportunities. That's it, anyway, there is time, and it's not bad to wait patiently.

So he looked down at Diego who was standing low, Gessarik's face was full of contempt, he looked down on this temporary leader appointed by the Alans, and he could see it by looking at what he was doing at the moment.

"You're really good at looting, Lord Diego." Gaisaric's words are very elegant in the end, it may be that Carthage has had too many dealings with the Roman nobles, and even his own words have changed a little.

"I don't understand, my king." Diego lowered his head, he didn't dare to look Gaisarik in the eyes, like a child who had made a mistake, standing there trembling.

"Look at what you've done!" Gazetting to the Roman fortress not far away, pointing to the piles of corpses outside the fortress, Gaisaric angrily rebuked Diego: "You really should attack this fortress with them, you look at the fate you caused, this is the price you paid for your recklessness!" ”

Diego was scolded so that he couldn't say a word, and he could only bear it in silence, just praying that Gaisaric would not go crazy with anger, and then drew his iron sword and turned it out to his good, but fortunately Gaisaric didn't do it after all.

"Who was the supreme commander of the Romans defending the city?" Gaisaric asked aloud.

"The soldiers who came back told me that the Roman officers who led them in the counterattack were dressed in ancient armor, with wolfskin shawls over their shoulders and red-tasseled helmets on their heads." Diego introduced.

"Aurius. Luga! Gaissaric said the name suddenly, and for a moment it was as if he had been electrocuted, and his dull expression could not tell whether it was horror or excitement, and he turned his head to look at the fortress again, and a grim smile appeared on his face.