Chapter 131 Slaves

Time passed by minute by minute. For some reason, these Bagoda members did not care about their own lives. They did not need shields to protect themselves. Facing the shield formation of these two hundred people, they used their bodies to tear the shield formation apart. You have to know that they were Germans, a group of bloodthirsty strong men. Even if it was a strong guy, as long as he was flesh and blood, he would definitely be tired.

Under the continuous attack of Bagaudah's slaves, the Germans gradually lost their strength and retreated step by step. However, the enthusiasm for fighting and the glory of their nation forced them not to retreat, so they still struggled to hold on, even though people were constantly killed and fell.

"Hurry, Andrew!"

I looked back at the fighting not far away from them from time to time, and I knew they would not be able to hold out for much longer. I was so anxious that my hands began to tremble involuntarily. Looking at Andrew, he was also anxious, his bound hands tightly grasping the hilt of the sword, and the blade was shaking even within his sight.

"Andrew, don't be afraid. We still have time. Take a deep breath. Come on, take a deep breath. Let's try again, try again!"

I was obviously extremely panicked, but I still patiently comforted Andrew, even though my hands were shaking even worse than his.

"I'll try again, this sword is too blunt!"

Andrew complained a little, but he still listened to me. He took a deep breath and showed the calmness of a veteran soldier. He raised the sword again and raised it above his head.

"brush!"

Andrew growled, and must have gathered all his strength. He raised his sword and the blunt blade fell straight down, once again cutting the rope between my hands. The blade slipped again, but this time it cut half of the rope. I tried hard, but still had no way to break free. I was so frustrated that I threw away the iron sword in my hand and cursed the fat escort as a useless waste!

"Kill them! Kill them!"

It was only a few tens of seconds before the two hundred people could no longer withstand the fierce attack of the slaves of Bagaudah, and the last German fell down covered in blood. What appeared before our eyes at this time was a group of soldiers, no, they could not be called soldiers, but a group of ordinary people with weapons, many of them were even naked from the waist up, and it was rare to see someone wearing armor, at most they were wearing fur clothes, and the weapons in their hands were also various, including woodcutting axes, sharpened sticks, and blood-stained weapons picked up from the pile of corpses. But this was not a problem, because such a variety of guys also allowed them to break through the last town of Rome in Belgian Gaul.

"Run! Run, Andrew!"

They were like a flood of beasts, and there was no time to pick up the rotten iron piece that fell on the ground. I pulled Andrew and ran wildly along the street we came from.

What you must remember is that good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. If that damn coward leaving us and running away is considered bad luck, then the next scene made my heart tremble! Because I was so busy running that I didn't care about the road under my feet, I felt my toes hit something hard. I cried out inwardly, but it was too late. At this moment, my center of gravity was unstable and I fell straight to the ground. Because we were tied to a rope, Andrew fell to the ground like me, and the pulling force made him fall to the ground without reacting in time.

"Luka, what are you doing!?"

Andrew was extremely anxious. He lay on the ground and kept struggling to get up again. I wanted to do the same as him, but how could it be possible? My hands were tied and getting up was a very strenuous task.

But what does this little bit of strength mean in front of anger! I gritted my teeth, and pushed my legs forward with all my strength. In an instant, I was in the air. Okay, now I just need to touch the ground with my toes, keep my center of gravity, and I can stand up immediately! Humph, I am really too smart! However, when my toes landed, I stepped on something soft, like a piece of meat, but that's not the point. If we still follow this principle that good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone, then I really feel that all of this is a big joke that God is playing on me.

As Andrew screamed, I lost my balance again and fell flat on my face.

“Andrew!”

I was sure that I stepped on his leg. I touched the ground with my forehead and turned around to see his face which was red with pain. There was no need to apologize now. Andrew's leg completely ruined the last chance for me, a seeded player, to get up and lead him away. At this moment, there was really no hatred between the two of us.

I lay face down on the ground, giving up all resistance. I think this is a comfortable way to die. Enough. The desire to live is not so strong anymore. Let me see God in a good way. I want to ask him what this means! "Come on, come on!"

I closed my eyes and shouted loudly, and I heard the footsteps of hundreds and thousands getting closer and closer until they were right next to me. I was ready to die, so I just lay on the ground with my bound hands to the side, which would make me more comfortable. I lay there quietly, and I heard the footsteps passing by me.

It was strange, it seemed like none of them were willing to kill us two damn Roman enemies. They just ran past me and dodged automatically.

"Did I trick them by killing myself?"

I didn't pretend to be dead. I was still shouting when they ran behind me. They are not fools. I am their enemy. Besides, they are members of the Bagauda, ​​so they must hate the Romans. But it seems that this is not the case.

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I was even more confused, and then I felt someone patting my shoulder, and my heart skipped a beat, but I soon calmed down.

I let out a long sigh, struggled to turn over, and slowly opened my eyes.

"brother!"

Brother? Listen, this rough and hoarse voice startled me and I opened my eyes wide. The first thing I saw was a hand covered with dirt and dust. As he spoke, I looked up and saw a man with a relatively kind face, but the beard on his face blocked the lower half of his face.

The word "brother" came from the mouth of this bearded man. He looked determined and like a statue of God. If he had some special effects of light, it would be even more realistic!

(End of this chapter)