Chapter 272: Thirty Years in the East, Thirty Years in the West

The Vandals probably never imagined until their death that the Roman warships that had fallen into their trap were actually attacking.

A large number of Roman soldiers rushed out, and the Vandals were defeated step by step. The Vandals who were unprepared for the battle were killed and thrown to pieces. It was just like a land battle, anyway, that was how Luca felt, but he endured the slight shaking and skillfully swung the long sword in his hand, which was once again stained with blood, and one Vandal after another fell in a pool of blood.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Luca swung his sword and stabbed it into the stomach of a Vandal sailor. The sailor was still struggling. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the iron sword in Luca's hand. The iron sword was already full of cracks. The soldier held on tightly. Even though his hands were cut by the sword and bleeding, he still refused to let go. He was determined to die. The soldiers behind him shouted at Luca. Luca turned around suddenly and saw a Roman four-row warship rushing towards him. The distance was getting closer and closer. If he didn't hide in time, he would probably be torn to pieces along with the torn warship!

"Die! Die!" The Vandal in front of him raised his mouth slightly, revealing a cold smile. He looked very proud. At least it was worth it to take a Roman officer with him before his death. Maybe he didn't know who this Roman officer was. If he knew the true identity of this Roman officer, he might have rushed forward and killed Luca. However, in order to make Luca unable to move, he took a step forward regardless of the danger of his own more serious injuries, allowing the sword to pierce deeper into his stomach. His scarred and bloody hands ignored the piercing pain and grabbed Luca's armor, his fingers tightly clasped on the chain mail on Luca's shoulders.

Luca struggled a bit, and found that the Vandal's grip was unusually tight. Ten fingers connected to the heart, from the Vandal's red face and bloodshot eyes, he was enduring, just wanting Luca to die.

"You damn thing!" Facing the death thrust, Luca roared, raised the shield with his left hand and smashed it hard on the Vandal's face.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The shield hit the Vandal's face three times solidly. The strong Vandal gritted his teeth, and even though his face was bruised, he still endured it and refused to let go no matter what!

“Haha!”

In a desperate situation, Luca didn't know where he got the strength from, but he actually broke the iron sword, and slashed upwards with the broken blade in his hand.

"ah!!!"

The Vandal screamed and took two steps back. Both of his arms had been cut off by Luga's sword. He looked at his broken arms that were bleeding and glared at Luga. Luga sneered. The bleeding broken arms were hanging on the chain mail on his shoulders.

Now it was Luca's turn to sneer at him. The warship behind him was getting closer and closer. Luca looked back and then dodged. The Vandal soldier didn't care about lamenting his severed arms. He also wanted to run quickly, but just as he was about to dodge, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh and fell to the ground with a "knock". He lowered his head and saw that the broken iron sword was now stuck in his thigh, and bright red blood was slowly flowing out. When he looked up at Luca again, Luca had already run away.

The warship swept away the warships in front of it and instantly appeared in front of him.

All hopes were dashed, he knelt on his knees and looked up at the ramming horns of the four oncoming warships. It was time to return to their temple, hoping that their ancient gods would accept his soul.

"boom!!!"

The ram crushed all the warships, and also crushed the life of that man. Luca, who was on another ship, watched the huge warship passing so close, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. With lingering fear, he took off the terrifying hands hanging on the chain mail.

"Finally, they were brought together again..."

Looking at the four rows of warships rushing towards it, it was destined not to be alone. It was seen sweeping over with dozens of other ramming ships, tearing apart all the Vandal warships in front of it.

The remaining four-row warships of the Vandals gathered together, and they planned to resist to the end. However, gathering together made them lose the best opportunity to escape. Dozens of six-row warships spread out and surrounded them. This time they should feel despair. Several six-row warships rushed straight at them from different angles. The Vandals had nowhere to hide and could only scream and run around on the deck like ants on a hot pot. Lamenting could not save them. Amidst the huge crashes and roars, one four-row warship after another was broken in half, and countless Vandals struggled and wailed in the water.

"General!"

A bloody centurion came up behind Luca and asked him, "Excuse me, do we need to continue forward or call for a warship to take us out of the battle?"

"Quit?" Luga turned around and looked at him with a puzzled look. Seeing his superior's doubt, the officer realized that his words might have caused Luga's dissatisfaction. He quickly lowered his head, thinking about accepting Luga's violent scolding.

"No, now is not the time."

Luca turned his back to the officer, slowly pulled out the second iron sword from his waist and said, "I just broke one, but I brought three with me. You said it's not appropriate for me to leave like this."

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"What do you mean?" the officer asked in a low voice. "I am just afraid that the charge will hit you without any vision and hurt you."

"Don't worry about me, my friend." Luca went on to say, "We have the absolute upper hand now. Look, those damned Vandal bastards are now soaking in the sea. They should have died out at the foot of Mount Etna long ago! But the dignitaries in Rome didn't allow it and ruined my plans. But it doesn't matter, I have won a second chance! I am seizing it. How can I let them go just because they have no fighting power?"

The officer wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Luga. He knew how it felt to be scolded by his leader for no reason. He had good intentions but was scolded in return. He was afraid that if he felt comfortable, he would definitely lose a loyal subordinate.

"Come on, let the soldiers find some spears. I have a good idea. After all, Belialu, the son of Admiral Hermanus, begged me to let him suffer. I don't want to disappoint him."

As he spoke, Luca sheathed his sword, dropped his shield, picked up a spear, and stabbed the Vandal who was struggling in the water.

(End of this chapter)