Chapter 113: Escape

Even after entering the water, my face still felt stinging, and I was sure that all the hair on my face was burned off.

Not only my face, but my throat was also dry and felt like it was about to smoke. I held my breath and sank my face into the water, not caring whether the water was clean or not, I swallowed until the painful feeling was relieved.

"Luka, Luka."

Andrew lay on the shield, which was so heavy that it could only hold up his face. He opened his mouth to call me, but as he opened and closed it, the river water poured into his mouth.

With my left hand I tightly grasped the belts of the two shields under Andrew and me, and with my right hand I grasped the chain mail on Andrew's body, and lifted him up a few centimeters so that he didn't have to drink water constantly.

"Luga, it hurts! Luga, my back hurts!"

Andrew groaned, closed his eyes, frowned, and looked really painful. I stroked his chest, knowing that this would not relieve the pain in his back. He gasped, but his breathing became weaker and weaker, he groaned, and his eyes were slowly about to close.

"Be patient, Andrew, we will definitely get out!"

I shook his body vigorously to prevent him from falling asleep. Who knows if he will wake up again if he continues to sleep like this? We lay on the shield and drifted away from the sea of ​​fire along with the flowing water.

"Look, there they are!"

Just then, I heard a cry of surprise from the river bank. It was in Latin, and I looked up as if I had found a life-saving straw, and saw two Roman cavalrymen, one pointing at me and shouting at the other.

I was just about to say hello to them, hoping they could help me, but I stopped halfway through extending my hand.

"They must not be here to help the two of us."

I said to myself, and in my eyes, what they did indeed confirmed what I said.

They held their lances in their backs, waved at me and shouted, "Hey, Centurion, we're here to help you, row over here!"

I wouldn't be fooled. Although they looked like they wanted to help Andrew and me from a distance, I think it was self-evident what holding a gun in the backhand meant. Anyone who was used to using a javelin would know it. They just wanted me to get closer so they could throw the lance at me and kill me.

Before I could react, the two of them became anxious. They dismounted their horses and trotted to the river bank. They followed us and kept waving, saying, "Hey, Centurion, come here quickly, come here quickly, we are here to save you."

I felt guilty hearing these calls. You watched me die without helping me when I was in the sea of ​​fire. Now that I have escaped death, how can I trust again all the people I see flying the flag of the Roman Legion?

I remained unmoved by their calls, but just watched coldly, quietly watching them jogging along.

"Fuck you two!"

Seeing that we were getting farther and farther away, they had no intention of listening to them at all. The two panting people finally couldn't help but curse, "Yes! You are right, this is what you two are like!" I sneered, stretched out my right hand and waved at them and shouted, "Two idiots, go back and tell Anthony, fuck you!" After cursing, I let out a lot of anger in my heart, and immediately felt that the pain was relieved.

The two cavalrymen were obviously enraged by my humiliation. The lances they grabbed with their backhands finally came in handy. They put the lances on their shoulders, not caring how far they could throw them.

"call!"

I saw them throwing the balls towards Andrew and me.

“Pah!”

The lance drew an arc in the air and landed a few meters in front of me with a "thump". The wooden stick hit the water first. Even if it hit both of us, it would only leave a bruise. Because the spearhead was heavy and dense, the wooden handle floated up and the spearhead sank. I took advantage of the situation to grab a lance, holding the wooden handle with my right hand and pulling it to my side.

The two cavalrymen standing on the river bank stood there for a long time, probably sighing as they watched the merit that was about to be in their hands slip away. They gave up the pursuit, and for some reason, they left their horses unused and insisted on running.

The river flowed quietly, carrying us further and further away. The two cavalrymen gradually became as small as matchsticks. They turned back, apparently to report the situation. There was no one around, and it was as if we had returned to prehistoric times. Birds chirped from time to time in the empty forest, and the sound echoed on both sides of the Rhine, making it even quieter.

"Luka, I'm cold."

Andrew groaned beside me, and I quickly pulled the belt and dragged him to my side. We drifted quietly like two leaves, with only one direction, and that was the sea.

I tried to use the lance in my hand as a paddle to try to get us to the shore, but this thin stick had no resistance at all and did not help us change direction at all. I only had one hand, and the strength was even less. After trying a few times, I finally gave up. Putting down the lance, I grabbed the belt with my left hand and tried to swim towards the south bank with my right hand. It didn't work. I was out of breath after just a few strokes.

"I can't die. I can't die!"

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I groaned and stretched out my aching right arm again, but it was useless. No matter how hard I tried, the waves in the river would always push me back to the middle. I refused to give up, and I did it again and again! I silently encouraged myself in my heart, but reality always gave me a loud slap in the face, time and time again, and the voice of encouragement in my heart became smaller and smaller until it could not be heard clearly.

I had no more strength left. I lay on my back on the broad shield. Time passed by minute by minute. Even the black smoke from the flames was blocked by the dense forest. I thought I had drifted far enough. The cold water made me shiver. The heat in my body was dissipating at an alarming rate, and it was still accelerating.

I stopped struggling, and my trembling right hand reached behind Andrew's neck and rested on his other shoulder. I didn't have the strength to do this slight movement, and Andrew's breathing became weak, and he gradually closed his eyes.

"Hello, my friend."

I had no strength left, my voice sounded more like a mosquito, my eyelids were getting heavier, and the things around me were becoming more and more blurred in my vision.

“You can’t run away!”

I gave up my last bit of will to survive because the cold and exhaustion left me with no other options.

With the little consciousness left, I calmed down and thought it was not too late before falling asleep.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, thinking that I had great abilities, I was a centurion, and I had Aetius protecting me, so I thought I could not be easily attacked. But I always thought that I was defeated by Anthony's tricks, and now my life was slipping away bit by bit on the river. This was my fate. I slowly closed my eyes, completely blocking the blur in front of my eyes.

I accept my fate, I accept my fate!

(End of this chapter)