Chapter 132: Double-Dealing

With such a huge numerical advantage, neither the Roman army nor the hired German mercenaries in Agrippina, a city that had already experienced many devastations of war, could stop such a powerful force.

A sea of ​​Bagoda soldiers, brandishing various weapons, marched along the not-so-twisted street. Their equipment was so complicated that I followed them for a long time without finding out who was the leader. Jurgen? This guy was right in front of me, and he was also following the team.

"Run! Run! The time for revenge has come!"

Finally, Jurgen, who was in the middle of the crowd, raised his iron sword and shouted, and the soldiers around him all responded. Their desire to fight was so strong that it was hard to imagine that there was a thin woman next to me. I looked at her, and she turned around and looked at me while running.

"Hello, brother."

This was the only conversation I had with her, just two words. She was panting heavily from running, but she had no intention of stopping. Instead, after greeting me, she quickened her pace and in the blink of an eye she was ahead of me.

This is the frontline area that was completely destroyed by flying rocks and flames. There is no obstacle on the way, not even civilians fleeing for their lives, but there is a bridge in front of us, and the sewage from the stinking drainage ditch slowly flows out of the town from under these bridges. On the other side of the bridge is the inhabited area, and I saw many ragged civilians running around, trying to find a place to hide in these crowded houses.

"Look! Those damn barbarians! Kill them!"

“Hooha!!”

The panting team once again increased their speed amidst the roar. They raised their weapons high and shouted to kill. Their target was the unarmed civilians in front of them. More importantly, they actually called those civilians barbarians.

“Dangdangdang…”

Under the trampling of thousands of people, the stone bridge was shaking constantly. Nothing, nothing could stop them. In front of them were dozens of screaming and fleeing civilians.

I saw a slightly strong man holding a hoe, his chest exposed, holding a rough sickle. He caught up with a thin woman who could not run fast at all. Without saying a word, he jumped up and swung his huge sickle covered with blood in the air.

The woman turned around, and I saw her eyes full of tears. She was so frightened that she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Behind her was an equally thin man. He noticed that the woman had fallen behind, and he wanted to turn back to save her, but his friends stopped him from doing this crazy thing.

This woman is dead, she is dead! Although she is still alive now, she is already dead! The man was crying and stretched out his hand to grab her back from such a long distance, but it was of no use.

At this not far distance, I saw the dusty face, the fear was unconcealed, she sat on the ground and watched the insane slave jump up and swing the killing sickle at her in mid-air. The girl stretched out her right hand in front of her face to try to block it, but how could this thing have any effect?

“Haha!”

The sickle came down, and the woman, who had no power to resist, didn't even have time to shed her last tear before her head and her right hand were cut off. The head rolled down like a ball and was kicked around by the crowd that followed. The whole street was left with only the man's crying.

"Hey, Jurgen!" An army composed of commoners and slaves actually extended their butcher knives to commoners. What kind of thing is this? At this critical moment, I immediately called Jurgen who was running in front.

"What's wrong, my friend!" Jurgen stopped, turned around and looked at me.

"Why?" I pointed to the dead body of the woman in front of me and asked him, "She is also an oppressed person. Why do you want to kill her?"

"Ah, that woman, right!" Jurgen looked in the direction of my finger and found the woman. The poor woman was the first to be slaughtered and ignored. Jurgen laughed out loud. He actually thought it was funny. He pointed at the woman's body and explained to me: "Oh, my friend, this is just a war. Besides, who knows if the woman is a Roman hiding among the civilians."

"So you think everyone should die?"

Faced with my relentless pursuit, Jurgen restrained his inappropriate smile and faced me with a serious expression. Yes, this was the expression. This issue must be taken seriously.

"So, my friend," Jurgen pointed at the body and asked me, "is this woman your friend?"

"no."

"Is it your relative?"

"No, I don't know her at all."

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"Then why are you asking me that?" Jurgen finally lost his patience, and he began to yell at me, "You'd better not have so many objections from our men. This is how we do things, and this is how the Romans respond to us! Don't forget that it was me who liberated you! You won't forget the pain and abandonment so quickly!"

"No," his words left me unable to refute, so I could only lower my head.

"That's the best." Jurgen nodded and continued, "So next, I hope you won't have any more dissatisfaction. You may feel uncomfortable about this matter now, but you will get used to it and understand it in the future!"

Habit, forgiveness? This word is used very skillfully. The murderer keeps defending himself. He killed an innocent person and still needs others' forgiveness. I really can't accept it. But people have to bow their heads under the eaves. I gritted my teeth and told myself that it was not me who died. I am afraid that this is the only reason that can persuade me to give in.

Andrew beside me patted my shoulder and said to me in front of Jurgen: "Okay, we have done this kind of thing before, haven't we?"

"So you were soldiers?" Andrew's words made Jurgen's eyes light up, but it made me a little panicked. How should I explain where Andrew and I came from?

I secretly cursed Andrew as an idiot. Then, I really didn't know how to face Jurgen with shining eyes in front of me.

(End of this chapter)