In the firelight, purple horses and silver iron armor shimmered dazzlingly in the flames, and the whole street shook under the hooves of this large group of cavalry.

"Oh my God, oh my God!"

The frightened citizens of Rome screamed loudly as they watched the silver that flashed in front of them, and with the neighing of their horses, the mighty cavalry gathered into a silver-white torrent and swept away.

"What's that? What is that? ”

The Romans followed their salute and scattered along the streets, and they watched with wide eyes and fear as the cavalry continued to rush into the gates of Rome, and they looked in the direction in which the huge cavalry passed and went, and there was no expression on their faces except fear.

The soldiers carrying Luga wandered aimlessly through the streets, with nowhere to go, and they could not stop because of the large number of Vandals chasing them behind them.

According to the original plan, they should have taken refuge in the church.

However, in front of the solid stone wall outside the church, the guards of the church refused their request, after all, they were the papal guards, responsible for the safety of the papal see.

Not only were there a large number of clergy, but there were also Roman citizens who took refuge in the church, claiming to be the purest believers in God.

All this is the duty of the papal guards, and their duty is to guard the safety of the papal property, and everything in the world, even Augustus himself and his guards will be shut out.

Luga's guards could only run around the streets of Rome with Luga's body, they had no purpose, and the streets were like a labyrinth that trapped them, leaving them to scurry from side to side like headless flies, wasting their physical strength in vain to find their way out.

"Quick, they're here, they're here!"

Suddenly, only a shout was heard, although the Roman soldiers did not understand their Germanic language at all.

But the cry was enough to wake them all up, and they raised their heads like frightened birds, and craned their necks to look around.

Now it must be said with pessimism that they were at a crossroads, when they heard shouts of killing in all directions, and the Vandals of the nearby streets obeyed the call, and they crowded the streets, surrounding the soldiers in the center.

The Vandals roared, wielding axes and iron swords in their hands, like bloodthirsty beasts, desperately lunging at them.

"Defense! Defense! Defense! ”

The accompanying officers of the guard shouted loudly as the soldiers present entered the battle position and cheered them up to face the enemy.

The twenty soldiers immediately formed a semi-circular defensive formation around Luga, protecting Luga tightly.

Because of the loss of strength, they trembled with the torture of gasping for breath and thirst, and the eyes of each of them were not full of determination, but mixed with fear and hesitation, which came from the fear of knowing that they were powerless to resist and the hesitation to question whether they could survive.

The soldiers were wondering if they would survive the first wave or survive longer.

They can still clearly know their situation, and every one who swears to defend the glory of Augustus, but at the most critical time, they are buried because of Augustus's temporary stubbornness, I am afraid that this is Augustus.

"Shhhh ......Shhhh

The officer blew the whistle hanging in front of his chest, and he no longer had the strength to shout, so he could only use the whistle to blow rhythmically to direct the soldiers to continue the fight.

The Vandals were getting closer and closer, and the sound of heavy footsteps beat like a drum beat in everyone's hearts, overwhelming them before such a tremendous force.

But they gritted their teeth and persevered, and though they trembled uncontrollably, they roared at the enemy like a true warrior, and slapped their shields with their blood-stained Spada iron swords, to show the oncoming Vandals: Come, I will not be afraid!

Perhaps such exhilarations will only lead to more determined contempt, and useless encouragement is nothing more than deception of oneself. In the same way, how could the guys without reinforcements get any hesitation from the Vandals, who instead quickened their pace and pressed over step by step.

But just as the time came to charge, somehow the Vandals' attack slowed down, and they stopped and looked behind them, as if something terrible had happened behind them.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and thousands of iron hooves stepped over, and the dull sound came like thunder.

In a few moments, the Vandals began to scream, dropping their clenched weapons and wailing as if they were refugees powerless to resist, but the crowded streets did not give them room to disperse.

"Click......"

Heavy crashes and Vandals screams rang out from behind them, and Luga's guards watched as a large number of silvery-white ironclad cavalry swept away the seemingly invincible Vandals in front of them like autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

It was a completely one-sided massacre, and soon blood splattered under the horses' hooves, and the streets were recoated with a layer of still steaming blood.

Luga's guards were still on the defensive foot, completely stunned by the scene in front of them, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

I saw that the cavalry stopped in front of them after slaughtering the Vandals, who were powerless to resist, and their bodies were wrapped in heavy armor, and everyone was armed to the teeth with men and horses.

"Who are you?"

The officer in charge of protecting Luga stood up and looked at the cavalry, asking nervously, but receiving no response.

Then, among the cavalrymen, he slowly stepped out of the horse, and saw the man take off his mask, revealing his familiar face.

"Andrew?"

As his former subordinate, this officer naturally understood Andrew, his eyes widened, and his words revealed a trace of excitement, he didn't expect that all this was a disguise, it turned out that Andrew, the prefect of the Praetorian Guard, was not exiled by Augustus.

Andrew just nodded, then turned over and dismounted, and came to Luga, who was lying on the ground among the soldiers.

Luga was still in a deep coma, and if it weren't for the blood staining his face and outfit, he would still be like him once was, but he would have fallen into a deep sleep.

This kind of appearance of being dead and not dead really makes people feel heavy.

"Long time no see, my old friend!"

Andrew fell to one knee, drew a cross on his chest towards Luga, put his hand on Luga's shoulder, his words heavy, and beckoned the soldiers to lift Luga up and place him on the carriage that had been hauled later.

Then Andrew looked up and looked around, looking at the city he had dreamed of living in was now surrounded by a raging fire, and the dream was now in vain, leaving only a sigh out of thin air.

"Let's go! Let's go home! ”

Andrew remounted his horse and said to Luga's guards and the cavalry behind him.