Chapter 234 Resistance

"Luca, please don't hurt me." Themitius' face turned pale with pain, and beads of sweat fell like raindrops. He sensed Aetius's hesitation, and he was afraid that he would be isolated and helpless.

He threatened Luga, but got a blow on the leg that made him regret it. He never dared to do it again. This was different from the politicians he had deceived before. At most, they looked at him with tears in their eyes and gritted their teeth, cursing him with vicious words, but they could not do anything to him. However, this Luga, he just stabbed him with the sword, making him so painful that he wished he was dead.

"This, this unreasonable warrior!" Thermitius cursed in his heart, half curled up his right leg and covered the wound tightly with his hands. Luca had no intention of pitying him. Although Luca stopped the tears that kept falling, he began to calm down and think. Although the touching remarks made everyone present dazed, the elite nobles must be rational animals, and they will not be swayed by emotions. But Thermitius in Luca's hands is a lifelong member of the Senate after all, and he is also a well-known figure in the political circles of the empire. His death is also an indelible scandal for Aetius. He may even be questioned and denied by other senators in the Senate. After all, he is not an ordinary person, and he cannot do anything radical.

This was not a place to stay for long. If Aetius came to his senses, even the most sentimental words would make him bored, so Luca held Themitius hostage and walked slowly.

"You, what are you going to do!!"

Thermitius's face was twisted in pain, the wound on his leg was bleeding, and the piercing pain from the twisting wound stimulated his brain nerves over and over again with every step he took. There was no story of the Little Mermaid at that time. If there was, I think if Thermitius could survive by chance, he would definitely like this story because he could empathize with it.

"Shut up, you damn old man!" Luca had no idea of ​​respecting the elderly and loving the young, at least for this lifelong senator. He dragged Thermitius back and forth continuously. In full view of everyone, the soldiers followed his footsteps, moving slowly step by step.

"What does he want to do?" As Luca expected, Aetius had already restrained his hesitation and sensibility. Luca's every move made him alert. Looking down at the direction where Luca was slowly retreating, that was the camp gate! "Stop him, he wants to leave the camp!" Aetius shouted loudly. The soldiers around were startled at first, then suddenly blocked them, and tightened the space for Luca and Andrew to move.

"Quick, tell Aetius to get out of the way!" After crying, Luca seemed much calmer. He calmly put his mouth close to Thermitius' ear, but his cold tone made Thermitius shudder. But he was a proud lifelong senator after all. How could he be unsteady and make a fool of himself in front of so many people? "No, you can't escape, don't dream!" Thermitius' twitching face showed a slight sneer, and soon he regretted it.

"laugh!"

Without saying a word, Luca pulled the sword as he finished speaking. In an instant, a bloody cut appeared on Thermitius' neck, and blood flowed out from the wound.

“Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!!”

Thermitius clearly felt a stinging pain in his neck, and a warm current slowly flowed out from his wound, wetting his collar. This time he did not scream, it was as if a stone was stuck in his throat, almost suffocating him, death, the fear of death was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping his neck.

"Luga, you!" Aetius exclaimed, pressing his right hand tightly on the hilt of the sword, ready to draw it out.

"Don't, don't mess around!" Thermitius once again learned to shut up, his face full of fear, facing Aetius and his subordinates, he began to stop Aetius, which made Aetius a little embarrassed, and he had to take back the sword that was half drawn. He just watched Luca holding Thermitius hostage and walking towards the camp gate step by step. At this time, they were still quite a distance away from the camp gate. It must be said that in order to block Gaiseric's way, Luca really built this camp too large.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Huge crashes could be heard from a distance, mixed with noisy roars, like an attack on a city.

At this time, a lightly-armed messenger came on horseback. He quickly dismounted, almost falling down, and ran to Aetius' side. He was out of breath, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment. He leaned over to Aetius' ear and whispered a few words. Aetius listened, and his pupils gradually dilated. This news shocked him. "Are you telling the truth?" Aetius turned around and asked.

"It's absolutely true!" The soldier looked serious and didn't look like he was lying at all.

"Oh no!" Aetius jumped up from his seat, his eyes shifting from Luca who was holding Themitius hostage to the direction of the camp gate.

"As expected of a madman leading the troops, their behavior is just as crazy as he is." Aetius whispered to himself, and said to the captain of the guard beside him: "Order all the troops in the camp to gather here. Ignore this guy for now. His soldiers must have seen something and reacted!"

“Assemble! Assemble!”

The messengers under Aetius shouted loudly, and the sound of the horn was even more chaotic. Soon, under the order to assemble, one by one, the hundred-man teams rushed over from different camps. But during this time, Luca and Andrew were already at the camp gate! There were dozens of soldiers there, using their shoulders to support the gate of the camp, but outside the gate it seemed as if there were siege cones constantly hitting it, accompanied by the shouts of a large number of people.

"You are inciting civil war, Aulius Flavius ​​Luca!" Themitius warned Luca with words as he walked.

"If you think you can add another wound, I'll be happy to help you!" Luca's words shut up the talkative politician. He had no choice but to endure the pain on his body and limp forward.

“Bang!”

Just when Luca and Andrew were less than fifty meters away from the camp gate, the camp gate, which was not very strong to begin with, finally couldn't withstand the continuous impact and collapsed to the ground.

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Most of the soldiers blocking the gate were crushed under the camp gate, and the rest fled in panic.

"Forward! Forward!" The familiar voice roared again and again. Luga turned around and saw the soldiers who were like a tide. Led by Berialiu, they threw away the wooden pillars that were used to hit the door and rushed in with their hands waving and roaring. The soldiers who were crushed under the camp gate had long been trampled into meat paste by pairs of feet. It was pitiful to say that they had become victims of political struggle without knowing why.

The soldiers under Aetius retreated one after another, and they had been avoiding physical conflict. They formed a line in front of Aetius, while Luca's soldiers stood behind Luca. Seeing Luca holding Thermitius, they could understand what was happening. They thrust their spears forward, pointing the spears directly at Aetius and his soldiers.

"I'm afraid your idea won't work, Your Excellency Thermitius." Luca licked the blood on the blade with his tongue. He had twice as many soldiers as Aetius. How could Luca not be confident with such a strong capital? Of course, Thermitius didn't dare to speak, fearing that Luca would cut off his tongue.

(End of this chapter)