Chapter 130: The Front Line of City Defense

"Oh, my God, my God."

Andrew walked unsteadily, looking depressed and mumbling. I am in the same state. Look at me now. I am wearing old, shiny black leather armor and holding a Germanic sword with many gaps and a layer of rust on it. What is this? I weighed the sword in my hand. I haven't used a weapon for a while. It's hard to imagine that this thing should be as old as me.

"Okay, stop talking!"

The bastard leading the way turned around and glared at us fiercely, then pulled the rope in his hand. Oh, I forgot to mention that Aresio was afraid that we would run away, so he tied our arms together with a rope and let the guy in front lead us.

This guy is a Roman. To be on the safe side, he actually kept a distance of nearly five meters from me. Hey, I really don't have the urge to kill you, okay? Besides, why did you give me a weapon if you were guarding against me? What's more, I have Andrew tied behind me. It is incredible to keep pace with him at this distance. This fat guy has always been with Aresio, I think. After all, compared with those skinny guys patrolling the streets, he is very healthy, even a little fat. It is impossible for him to maintain such a figure after being besieged for so long without a certain official position.

You must be asking if we both have weapons in our hands, so why not resist? Oh, I have the same idea, but my hands are tied, and the most important thing is that there are two people on each side, and they can kill us at any time if one of us makes any unusual move.

"Oh, I'll just call it bad luck!" I had to say dejectedly. God knows if I have the aura of a protagonist. If I do, I won't be caught so easily. Look, I'm tied up like a dog. What the hell is going on? "Bang!"

A huge flying stone passed by the city wall and knocked more than ten people on the wall into the air.

"boom!"

The flying stone lost its power and was attracted by the heavy blow. Along with the dozen soldiers who fell like falling leaves, they landed on the ground with a bang. The dust splashed over like an invisible wave.

“Dang! Dang! Dang!”

There was a loud knock on the door, and the slaves of Bagaudah came to interview. The barbarians around were in chaos. This might be the appearance of a defensive defense. They carried bundles of arrows to the city wall. There was also a whole team of mercenaries holding shields and spears. They were bypassing the rubble and corpses in front and running towards the city gate.

The man leading the way stopped, probably because he was startled by the knocking on the door by the Baga Gundam member.

"Quick! Support the city gate! Support the city gate!"

More and more mercenaries were calling out in groups of three or five, heading towards the dusty and smoky city gate. There were crowds of people in the haze, so there must be a lot of people gathered there.

"Bang! Ha-ka!!!"

There was a cracking sound, and the smoke that was gradually dissipating was suddenly blown away by the strong wind.

There were more than two hundred mercenaries gathered behind the city gate. They huddled together tightly, not saying a word, waiting quietly.

At the moment when the city gate was smashed and opened, the shouting and killing sounds outside the city shook the sky, and groups of Bagauda soldiers rushed in like a flood.

“Boom boom boom…”

I really don't know what these slaves are fighting for. Freedom? They already have it! Look at them, hitting the shield with their bodies, not considering whether it will hurt them.

The Germanic mercenaries were indeed famous for their strength and fearlessness among all the nations in Western Europe. Facing such a brutal enemy, the two hundred people did not retreat at all. Facing their desperate attack, the Germanic mercenaries relied on their phalanx to keep it fixed. Like a dam, they blocked the flood-like offensive at the city gate. For a while, the slaves had no way to move forward.

"It seems that there is a reason why Aresio treats the Germanic mercenaries so well."

For me, who has already witnessed the power of Germanic mercenaries, although they are somewhat unreliable, they can definitely stand on their own when facing real battles.

"So, where are we going to be assigned?"

The heroic performance of the German mercenaries and barbarians really inspired me to fight, of course, under the guarantee of my absolute safety. I looked at the warriors fighting non-stop, and my blood was boiling. After all, they were so close, and as long as I loosened the chains, I could definitely take Andrew into the battle!

However, no one responded to my words. I lowered my head and looked. Where was the Roman who had just led me? There was no one in front of me. When I turned around, except for Andrew, the four guards beside this guy were nowhere to be seen!

"Andrew, where are they?" I asked him.

"They ran away a long time ago. I guess they have seen their boss by now!" Andrew shrugged and said, "Luga, what should we do now?"

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I looked at him, then at the rope that was tied tightly around my hands. I tried to struggle a few times with my hands, but found that the rope didn't show any signs of looseness at all.

"Damn it, you used all your energy to tie me up!" I kept struggling and cursing impatiently. What kind of passion and ambition are we talking about now? Damn it! How did I untie the rope? "Quick, Andrew!" I shouted at him, stretched out my hands to show him the rope, and said to him: "Swing the sword, cut the rope, and let me out!"

Andrew looked at the iron sword in his hand, then looked at the rope between my hands and swallowed. There was no difference between his sword and the one in mine.

"Luka, will this really work? I mean, this sword is already very blunt." Andrew said this, but his body was honest. He held the hilt tightly with both hands and pointed the rough blade at the rope. Considering that there was no room for error, he suddenly raised the sword and then dropped it! "Kacha!"

The iron sword chopped at the rope, only leaving a superficial wound on the thick rope, but it was still too early to cut it off! "Damn! Why is it so blunt!"

I saw it all, and I was anxious. What the hell is this? This iron sword can't even cut the rope, and you want me to go into battle and kill the enemy? Do you really think I have the aura of a protagonist?

(End of this chapter)