Soon, the fleeing Slavs arrived at the foot of the wall.

A burly Slavic man rode up to the wall and shouted to the soldiers guarding the gate, "We have come to seek refuge in the Empire. Please, Empire, have mercy and let us in!"

The burly man's voice was full of pleading and anxiety, as if he would die if he waited any longer.

"Wait!"

The captain replied casually, then sent a soldier to inform his superior.

Soon, news of a Slavic group coming to join them reached the legion commander stationed there.

Subsequently, the legion commander also led 5,000 men to the pass.

After seeing that the Slavs had thrown away all their weapons, the legion commander ordered the gates to be opened and the Slavs to be let in.

Just as the gate was closing, a cavalry force of about five hundred men galloped up to the spot and stopped three hundred paces away.

"Where are these cavalrymen from?"

Upon seeing the cavalrymen with black hair and yellow skin, dressed in non-Han clothing outside the city, the legion commander couldn't help but look puzzled.

A guard stepped forward and said, "Sir, judging from their appearance, they seem to be from the Han Dynasty?"

Upon hearing this, the legion commander retorted irritably, "Nonsense! The Han Dynasty is so wealthy, how could their soldiers be so shabby?"

Just then, a Sarmatian guide rode up to the foot of the city wall and shouted in Roman, "Listen up, those above! Hand over those Slavs immediately!"

"Who are you? Why are you hunting them down?" the legion commander shouted.

"We are the greatest tribe on the grasslands, from the Xianbei and Xiongnu of the east."

Those Slavs are our prey; naturally, we must bring them back!

"Xianbei, Xiongnu?"

Upon hearing this name, even the legion commander was taken aback.

The adjutant standing beside him also stepped forward and said, "When I was in the territory, I think I heard some merchants who went to the Han Dynasty say that the Xianbei and the Xiongnu were tribes on the northern grasslands of the Han Dynasty."

At its peak, they frequently raided the Han Dynasty…

"They've robbed a burly man? Are they really that powerful?"

The legion commander asked incredulously, for in the minds of many Romans, the distant Eastern empire had always been synonymous with power and wealth.

Now, upon suddenly hearing that someone had actually raided such a powerful empire, he was naturally somewhat incredulous.

The adjutant laughed and said, "That was all in the past. Several years ago, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty led a large army to wipe out all their tribes and drive them out of the grasslands."

"Oh, that's not surprising!"

The legion commander nodded, then said with a contemptuous look, "I didn't expect these guys to travel so far to escape all the way here. What kind of beating did they get from the Han?"

Just then, another shout came from below: "Those who know what's good for them, hand over all those Slavs now, or they'll be our enemies!"

"Hmph, just a bunch of fleeing rats, yet they have such a big mouth!"

Faced with the fact that the other party dared to threaten them, the legion commander couldn't help but snort coldly, and then shouted loudly: "Those people have already surrendered to us, so they are our people. You bunch of stinking rats, don't even think about it. If you want people, just come and break through the pass to take them!"

Upon hearing the legion commander's reply, the Sarmatian guide turned and whispered a few words to a Xianbei leader.

The Xianbei leader glanced coldly at the guards at the pass, then said in a deep voice, "Withdraw!"

After saying this, the five hundred Xianbei scouts turned their horses around and galloped towards the northern grasslands, disappearing into the distant horizon in no time.

"Hmph, a bunch of cowards!"

Seeing the Xianbei cavalry disappear without a trace, the legion commander snorted coldly, then led his men down the city gate.

After returning to the camp, the legion commander also sent someone to find the Slavic leader.

Looking at the burly Slavic man before him, the legion commander picked up his glass, took a sip, and asked, "Which tribe are you from? Why don't you go and join your own people, but instead come to join us?"

Upon hearing the legion commander's question, the Slavic leader replied dejectedly, "I am the son of the Slavic King. All of our Slavic tribes have been conquered by them."

Our total population is now only around 30,000. Some have fled to the central grasslands, but I was worried that other tribes would take the opportunity to enslave us, so I led my people here!

"Clang!"

No sooner had the Slavic prince finished speaking than a crisp sound rang out.

Looking up, he saw the legion commander staring at him with his mouth agape, his wine glass falling to the ground.

"You...you mean, all your Slavic tribes have been conquered? And only 30,000 people remain?"

"Yes, we have been utterly defeated this time!" Upon hearing the legion commander's question, the Slavic prince nodded with a sorrowful expression.

The legion commander still couldn't believe it: "How is this possible? Aren't you Slavs supposed to be pretty powerful? How could you be beaten like this by a bunch of fleeing rats?"

"mouse?"

Upon hearing the legion commander's description of the Xianbei and Xiongnu, the Slavic prince was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "General, they are not rats, they are the Yellow Peril, more terrible than any disaster!"

Our warriors were utterly powerless against them.

"I never imagined they were this powerful?"

Upon hearing the Slavic prince's words, the legion commander's face showed a hint of lingering fear.

Only then did he realize that although the enemy had been defeated by the big man and driven out, it did not mean that they were weak.

Conversely, a nomadic tribe that could confront the Han Dynasty head-on, despite being defeated, possessed a fighting strength that was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, the legion commander swallowed hard, then asked, "How many men do they have?"

"There are approximately 60,000 cavalry!"

"Sixty...sixty thousand cavalry!?"

Upon hearing this number, the legion commander turned pale with fright.

It should be noted that the entire Slavic province only has three legions, totaling 30,000 troops, of which less than 2,000 are cavalry.

Now, for the sake of five thousand Slavs, I have offended them. If one day the Xianbei and Xiongnu gather a large army to attack, the entire province will probably be plundered.

Thinking of all this, the legion commander was filled with regret, and his gaze toward the Slavic prince became more hostile.

At that moment, he really wanted to tie up these Slavs and send them to the Xianbei and Xiongnu in exchange for their forgiveness.