Chapter 327: Internal and External

Cooperation It was already dark outside the city, and nothing could be seen. The whole city was in a deep sleep. On the city wall, many soldiers in armor who had nothing to do were patrolling back and forth with torches in their hands.

Although Bill said that he was not afraid of anything, he was still afraid of the Roman army in his heart. So although he was in high spirits, he did not neglect the defense of the city at all.

"We agreed to share the good and the bad, but they were drinking the finest wine, and we were drinking wine that tasted like piss."

A soldier staggered up the steps of the city wall, complaining as if he had suffered a great injustice. It was no wonder, after all, they had agreed to share weal and woe, but now the class gap was immediately widened, which made the soldier feel unbalanced and naturally very dissatisfied, but the other person was a general and he was just an ordinary soldier, so he acquiesced to such a gap.

"Hey, I still have some wine!" The drunk soldier staggered to a soldier who was sitting there. He shook the bottle in his hand, deliberately making the wine shake in the pot to make a loud sound. But the guy seemed to be asleep, sleeping so lightly that no one could hear his breathing.

"There are so few people who don't snore when they sleep these days!" He muttered to himself with envy, but he still didn't want to taste the wine himself. He then stepped forward and kicked the soldier and said to him, "Hey, get up quickly and taste this wine. Drinking it will make you energetic. Hey, this is guard duty!"

Seeing that the soldier still didn't react, the drunkard became very angry and was totally fuming.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

His lack of response dealt a heavy blow to the drunkard's self-esteem. He gritted his teeth and kicked the silent guy hard with all his strength.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, his foot hit the soldier's chest mail. The guy's body jerked, then turned his head and fell down.

"What's going on?"

Unexpectedly, the soldier fell down after being kicked, and he didn't even make a sound. This made the drunkard break out in a cold sweat, wondering if the kick was too heavy and made him unable to breathe for a while.

Thinking of this, the drunkard squatted down and tentatively touched the motionless soldier.

"Huh? What is this?" Through the dim firelight, the guy noticed a pool of liquid flowing out of the soldier's neck. He was very curious and simply squatted down to take a look. He gently squatted down, stretched out his trembling right hand, touched the liquid on the ground with two fingers, and put it in front of his nose to sniff.

"Oh my god, blood!" the guy cried out, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground and broke, and the wine inside flowed all over the ground and mixed with the blood of the dead soldier. It turned out that the soldier was not asleep, but died from a cut in the neck.

For a moment, the drunkard felt that the surroundings were strangely quiet, as if he was no longer on the city wall but in a world where there were no other living people except him. He froze in place, not daring to breathe, the sweat on his body had already soaked his underwear and dripped down his forehead.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

The drunkard kept repeating it over and over again, looking at the corpse in front of him. It was quiet, so quiet around him that he could hear nothing except the sound of insects.

"Clack, clack..." The sound of mechanical operation came from above.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and hurriedly ran up the city wall. The first moment he stepped onto the wall, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. There were corpses lying all over the wall. They were all his compatriots. Their deaths were different, but the blood they flowed was the same color. The blood dyed the ground on the wall red. There was almost no place to step. All the soldiers on the wall were dead.

"What's going on?" Seeing the scene in front of him, the drunkard finally sobered up and fell to his knees with a plop.

“Hehe…”

The sound rang out again, sounding particularly harsh in such a quiet environment.

"Gatehouse!"

He suddenly locked onto the direction from which the sound came, turned around, and heard it coming from the gloomy gatehouse not far from the body.

"Someone is moving the city gate!"

The drunkard was startled and cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" He quickly stood up and picked up a blood-stained iron sword from the pool of blood on the ground, and ran over quickly. Maybe it was because of the alcohol that the coward had courage, the drunk guy temporarily forgot his fear under the influence of alcohol, and now he wanted to know who was operating the city gate.

The stone cave of the gatehouse was right in front of him. The stone wall was already stained with blood. The sound came from there. The drunkard was very sure that he had finally met a living person. He had to ask what was going on.

"Hey! You guys!"

The drunkard rushed into the cave, but just as he opened his mouth he stopped talking. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the guys who were operating the city gate.

“Ghost, ghost!!”

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He couldn't be sure what the pitch-black thing in front of him was, because they couldn't even see the front clearly. The drunkard was terrified, his lips began to tremble, and he kept backing away, trying to escape from this hell-like place.

But just as he took two steps back, a hand suddenly covered his mouth. He felt a chill on his neck, followed by a tearing pain. He clearly saw his blood spurting out, and his breathing seemed to stop in an instant. No matter how hard he gasped, it was of no use. Gradually, the color in front of his eyes changed, and gradually, darkness enveloped his entire sight.

"What happened? We missed one!" The "ghost" operating the city gate questioned the "ghost" who had just been killed and thrown to the ground.

"I don't know either, maybe this guy just came up!" The "ghost" spread out his palms helplessly.

"Fortunately, this bastard didn't report to those guys in the city right away. It would have been troublesome if he had done that!" The "ghost" operating the city gate reprimanded him a few words, then hurried on with his job.

“Squeak!”

The heavy city gate was slowly opened. This gate, which had been renovated after being breached a few years ago, was opened again without any violent measures. This time there were no resisters because they were all dead.

A "ghost" holding a torch ran to the gate tower and shook it three times towards the darkness. After a while, the sound of "tap tap tap" was heard. Countless figures were seen in the place illuminated by the fire. They were holding weapons and wearing armor. Under the guidance of the "ghost", they poured into the city. The sleeping guys did not realize that they were about to face a disaster!

"The citizenship rights I promised will naturally be granted when this city is liberated!" Luca looked at the soldiers pouring into Agrippina and said to the old village chief and several other leaders behind him.

(End of this chapter)