Chapter 223 Blood for blood

Three hundred men came roaring, their iron swords reflecting dazzling silver light in the sun, dazzling the eyes of the Vandals who had their backs to the sun. They were also killing, but they simply didn't need to form a formation, they just swarmed forward, full of murderous intent, determined to kill them.

The Vandals were terrified. Facing the Romans rushing towards them like a tide, they were in chaos. The women among them screamed. They could not control themselves at all in the face of such a scene. Instinctively, they struggled to the surface of the sea to grab the few small boats that were already there and then carry them away from the Romans who were roaring towards them.

This was exactly what Luca wanted, because the panicked women disrupted the Vandals and made it impossible for them to form a complete phalanx in front of Luca. Without a neat formation, there was no way to talk about defense.

These three hundred men were like the devils from hell, waving iron swords and rushing into the chaotic crowd, just like a group of hungry wolves rushing into a flock of sheep with no way to retreat. They were also like farmers harvesting wheat, waving sharp iron swords to chop off the heads and arms of the Vandals, making them lose the ability to resist in their screams. The remnants of the defeated army were naturally no match for Luca and his men. They followed quickly. Luca was like a farmer harvesting wheat, and the harvested wheat covered the ground near the sea.

The Vandals were in a panic and rushed into the sea, paddling desperately to try to stay away from these inhumane "beasts".

This group of bloody and killing-crazy "beasts" finally broke the last bit of courage of the Vandal deserters. They dropped their weapons, tore off their armor, and rushed into the sea frantically to fight for the overcrowded boat.

Luca and his men killed all the Vandals they could catch along the way, regardless of whether they were soldiers or civilians! Luca only felt a blood-red color in front of his eyes. The blood-red color made him violent and made him lose his compassion. All he could see at this moment was the blood-red sea water and the soldiers who were bleeding and screaming in the sea water.

"Kill! Kill you uncivilized barbarians!" Luca thought he had no regrets at this time, and the massacre was justified. He did not hide his anger towards the Vandals. Since everything was born out of hatred, he would continue with greater hatred. Even Luca thought that this was just common sense, and he regarded it as the truth and carried it out unswervingly!

How can the Romans allow a group of illegal barbarians like you to live on their land? You are not Roman citizens, so it is reasonable for you to be slaughtered.

The screaming woman took the crying child and fled to the warship. The Roman soldiers, who were also inspired by the killing, wielded the iron swords that had been stained with blood and lost their original luster. Their expressions were ferocious because of the killing. A soldier rushed to the front and picked up the lone Vandal child with a strange cry. The child was terrified and had no strength or courage to escape. He just squatted on the deck in pain, trying to cry to show weakness and seek mercy from the Romans, but the result was often counterproductive. The Roman soldier picked him up, and he didn't even struggle in the Roman soldier's hands. He naively thought that the Roman soldier would be merciful and pity him and save him, but the Roman soldier was decisive. He directly lifted the child high above his head and threw him into the rolling sea.

Luca watched helplessly as the child, who was less than five years old, was drowned by the turbulent sea water. His thin limbs grasped and struggled wildly in the water. Every time he opened his mouth, sea water poured into his mouth and nose. Soon, the sea water suffocated him. He gradually stopped struggling, the little fire of life was extinguished, and a cold body floated on the sea.

Luka witnessed everything in front of him. He said without lying that he almost suffocated when he saw the child struggling in pain while being drowned. As the child struggled silently, Luka's heart twisted. At this time, his eyes were no longer blood red, but blue like the sea water. However, the annoying thing was that the body of the child floating on the sea made the blue in front of him less pure.

Luca stopped and looked up. His soldiers were still enjoying the killing. Fewer and fewer Vandals were fleeing, because most of them were women and children. Tears covered their faces. They kept fleeing on the shaking deck. The warships were connected and fixed by iron chains. They could only walk along the narrow wooden planks between the warships. Only one person could pass through. The busy Vandal sailors on the warships had to stop their work and pick up the sticks and other tools that could barely be considered weapons to join the ranks of resisting the attacking Romans. However, they were not frontal combatants after all, so they were naturally no match for the Roman soldiers. Moreover, the Roman soldiers had heavy armor, which the sticks could not hit at all.

Soon, the deck was dyed red with blood. The sailors could not stop the Roman soldiers at all, and their bodies became a hindrance to Luca.

"Release the rowing slaves and let them join the attacking team!" Luga ordered them. This method was very effective because it allowed the team to grow rapidly, and three hundred people immediately turned into thousands of people.

"Run, run!" Luka knew that he was powerless to stop the soldiers who had left him far behind. Perhaps the death of the child aroused Luka's conscience hidden behind his hatred. Although he knew that he did not need to be guilty of this, and no one would hold him accountable for his wrongdoings, and he did nothing wrong. But he just couldn't bear to see those women holding children being killed or raped again, even though they were enemies and stood on the opposite side of Luka.

Until they ran to the outermost warship, they finally had no way to escape. The women burst into tears, which made the remaining sailors kind-hearted. They used the only lifeboat to let the women and children get on board and lowered them from the warship.

The poor women, holding their children in one hand, used the other hand as an oar and paddled desperately. The boat had drifted away until the soldier ran to the top of the warship and killed all the Vandal sailors who tried to resist.

"General, they've run away!"

As Luga slowly walked to the front of the team, the leading soldiers looked depressed. They might be still unsatisfied with releasing their nature.

"Run away, just run away!" After all, Luca is different from them. The moral values ​​he received from childhood education constrain him and make him strive for goodness.

"I hope they can drift back to Carthage." Luca looked at the endless ocean in front of them, knowing that they were in danger of death.

But just as he finished speaking, the soldiers behind him were still wondering why their general became sentimental so quickly, when they saw a speedboat rushing into Luga's sight.

It was a typical attacking warship, and it was moving forward like a dolphin swimming fast in the sea. The bow wrapped with metal rams pointed directly at the boat full of women. The warship was flying the Roman Labran flag, and because it was not far away, Luca could easily identify it.

“Boom!”

The huge crash drowned out the women's screams. The warship was like a man-eating shark, crushing all the women and children on the ship under its metal ramming horns.

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"Oh, so this is what our commander meant!" The soldiers misinterpreted Luca's meaning, but they thought it was just sarcasm and irony, so they all praised him unanimously.

The warship turned around and swam slowly to the bottom of the warship where Luga was. Luga looked down and saw Belialiu. He was as happy as a child. He looked up at Luga and laughed out loud.

"Oh, Commander of the Ninth Legion! I just saw that you seemed to have left a few people behind!" Belia pointed in the direction of a few broken wooden boards not far away and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I came in time to help you make up for your mistake!"

"Yes!" Luka said with a wry smile while standing at the bow, "It's really hard for you. You row really fast."

(End of this chapter)