Chapter 269 A New Offensive

"See, Your Excellency!"

Luca snorted coldly and said unhappily to Sebastianus who was following behind him: "Maybe my guess is right now. Gaiseric doesn't have the courage to resist. Look, the Vandal soldiers who went out of the city to meet the enemy are all inferior characters."

"Hey, Mr. Luca, being cautious is always the most important thing!" Sebastianus laughed. What he said made sense, but Luca felt uncomfortable. He spoke with confidence, but in the end, he was still leading in a direction that was somewhat different from what he expected. Because his starting point was good, Luca couldn't say anything, so he nodded to deal with it.

Looking around, there were no living Vandals within sight.

"They were defeated by us and retreated into the city of Carthage like turtles, trembling in fear." Anrasis came to Luca's side, pointed at Carthage not far away, and proudly showed off his achievements to Luca.

"Well, Your Excellency Anlasis!" Luca smiled and shook his head and said, "At least Your Excellency has driven them back to Carthage, but they don't seem to be seriously injured. Strictly speaking, they just suffered some scratches!"

"Yes, Lord Luke!"

Sebastianus coughed a few times behind Luca, deliberately trying to attract Luca's attention. When Luca turned around, he pointed to the chaotic warships in the distant sea outside Carthage and said, "It seems that General Hermanus' war is far from over."

"Try to move! Quick!" Hermanus had already seen the four rows of warships coming towards him. He was a little panicked and didn't know what to do now. Escape, the only thing he could do now was to escape, but how to escape was a problem.

"Down the oars, down the oars!"

The soldiers in charge of guarding the slaves yelled and whipped the slaves rowing the boats, forcing them to use their oars to push against the Vandal warships. No matter what, they now had only one thought in their minds, which was to escape from this troubled place before the four rows of Vandal warships arrived.

However, they have the will but not the ability, which is the most realistic portrayal of what they are showing at the moment.

"Harder! Harder! Damn it! Didn't we give you any food?" The officers whipped the slaves' scarred backs fiercely. They had to endure the unbearable pain and hold the huge oars to pull back continuously. This only pushed the Vandal warships into pieces, but still did not improve their current embarrassing situation even a little bit.

The Vandal attack stopped because the flagship's bow was completely engulfed in flames. They retreated from the warship and left Hermanus and his men on the deck and stern.

"Don't slack off, stay vigilant!" Hermanus reminded his soldiers again and again. Based on his years of experience, this was most likely the silence before the storm.

"Four rows of battleships! Four rows of battleships!"

Finally, behind the flames and thick smoke, the soldiers saw the real main force of the Vandal fleet. They rushed straight towards the Roman fleet's charging quadrilaterals (the Roman quadrilaterals no longer had enough strength to move forward, and now they had to retreat before being surrounded by the Vandal warships and look for new opportunities).

"Trebuckle! Aim at the enemy, they are coming! They are coming!"

The officer yelled until his voice was completely hoarse, but it was of no avail. The slaves tried their best, and some of them were so weak that they fell on the oars, but the six-row warship could only feel a slight shake.

"call!"

The catapult started working, launching a huge stone. The stone spun in the air, drew an arc, and smashed straight into the four rows of warships that were speeding towards it.

“Haha!”

"It's crooked!" The soldier in charge of observation almost cried out. Looking forward, the huge stone did hit the four-row battleship, but it just grazed the edge, leaving a deep scar on the hull of the battleship. The four-row battleship not only did not stop, but it went faster. It seemed that the Vandals wanted to ram the six-row battleship. They must have felt that they had found a better way.

"Keep going! Keep going!" Everyone yelled at the operator behind them, and a few impatient ones even dropped their weapons and ran up to help carry the stones.

"Is there any other way? Is there any other way?!"

The soldiers asked their superiors, Hermanus. Hermanus gritted his teeth. He didn't know how to answer. He saw the four-row warships rushing straight from the right slope of the warship. The ramming angle combined with the speed would definitely knock a huge hole in the hull, or even tear it in half. They were a living target and could not escape. All their hopes seemed to be praying for God's mercy and seeing what ideas the God they believed in or the Olympian gods had. All support seemed to be in vain. In order to save them, two more six-row warships and more than ten warships sank. All hopes were in vain. The Roman warships outside surrounded the Vandal warships in a large circle, but the Vandal heavy warships on the periphery did not show weakness. Facing the light Roman ramming ships, they used iron hooks to hook those warships and overturned them. This method worked every time, and the Roman sailors on the ships had no power to resist.

"Load! Load!"

The four rows of warships were so close at hand that everyone was extremely anxious. They hurriedly pushed the stones onto the launcher, and the operator aimed with trembling hands.

"Fire! Fire!"

The four rows of warships were right in front of them, and death was also right in front of them. Everyone's eyes widened.

"God, Holy Mother, have mercy on your devout believers!" the soldier shouted, swinging his sword at the rope.

"call!"

With a loud bang, a huge rock was launched out by the catapult. Because the distance was close enough, the rock hit the four rows of warships in front of it.

"boom!!!"

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The boulder hit the stern of the battleship, cutting off a large piece of the rear of the battleship. The most important thing was that such a huge impact force caused the battleship to suddenly change its course. It was originally going to hit the six rows of battleships, but the irresistible force caused it to deviate, and the entire hull stuck together with the six rows of battleships.

“Boom!”

Hermanus felt the deck beneath his feet shaking constantly, so much so that he couldn't stand still. The impact knocked everyone down, and he felt that the ship seemed to be tilting seriously to the left.

"Cough, cough, crackle..."

The four rows of warships rubbed against the six rows of warships closely, and all the oars of the ships on both sides that were pressed tightly together were broken.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Hermanus, who was lying on the deck, roared and thrust the iron sword in his hand fiercely into the gap of the deck, so that he could keep himself stable. Belia was also imitating his father. Now he looked much calmer. If he could survive this time, he would definitely brag to others for the rest of his life, because this scene was too magnificent.

"It's over? Is it over?"

Feeling that the collision had stopped, the six-row battleship, as expected, quickly maintained stability during the tilt caused by the collision and returned to its original position. The soldiers who survived the disaster climbed up from the deck. They supported each other and walked to the other end of the battleship to see what happened to the four-row battleship.

“Dangdangdang…”

Just then, a dozen iron hooks were nailed to the hull, and it was not difficult to see what it was at the end of the rope tied to it.

"Defense! Defense!"

The soldiers who had just stood up were frightened again by the sudden iron hook. They screamed and gathered around Hermanus and Beliarius again.

(End of this chapter)