Chapter 339: The Final Battle to Recover Ludugal Gaul (VII)

In the evening, Luca's army regrouped outside the city of Durottocolam.

With the sound of the horn, all the soldiers gathered under the Labran flag. This time they had an additional siege weapon in their hands - the ladder. Facing the seven-meter-high wall of Durokortolam, the soldiers guarding the city were already in a panic. They were busy preparing for deployment, and rows of people in simple clothes and holding short bows stood on the wall.

"Wait, what have you prepared?" Tiberius followed Scar and continued to move forward on the city wall.

"Look, this is it." Scar didn't keep any mystery to Tiberius to seduce him and make him puzzled, but pointed directly to the wooden barrel on the wall. Scar continued: "It's all filled with oil. As long as the Romans attack, I will make them regret approaching this wall." Scar may have thought of the wailing and pain of the Romans in hell, so he couldn't help laughing. And then he said: "As long as they get close, I will let the soldiers pour this oil on them, and then set it on fire, so that they struggle in the sea of ​​fire." This made Tiberius, who was at a loss behind him, even more embarrassed, but he calmed down and looked up at the several phalanxes of Roman soldiers and countless siege equipment outside the city wall. "Can we hold it?" Tiberius thought secretly in his heart.

There was no dusk today, because at noon a large amount of dark clouds covered the sky above the entire province of Ludugu Gaul. As time passed, the dark clouds became lower and lower, and a rainstorm was about to come.

Twenty thousand Roman soldiers were lined up outside the city of Durottocolum, holding weapons and some carrying ladders on their shoulders. They were waiting in the open space outside the city, waiting quietly for Luca to give orders.

"General." Andrew stood behind Luca and asked Luca, "Can we attack the enemy now?"

"Let the catapults attack first, and all soldiers don't move." Luga didn't seem to want to attack in such a hurry, but instead ordered the trebuchets and scorpion crossbows to be pushed down early. There were no siege weapons on the battlefield, so how should the siege be carried out? This made everyone present puzzled.

"General, so much time has passed. I'm afraid the rebels have made preparations for defense. So what should we do?" Martinius came to Luca's side. He looked up at the rebel soldiers on the city wall who were ready for battle. He didn't understand why Luca didn't act quickly.

When he looked up, he saw the dark clouds getting lower and lower. It looked like a heavy rain was coming, but Luca was still waiting. Did he have to wait for the rain to launch the attack? Marenius couldn't understand it, because as long as it rained, the siege weapons couldn't be used. Without the siege weapons, how could the siege be easy? Without Luca's order to attack, the huge army stood outside the city of Durotolcolum and waited quietly. No one knew why their general didn't issue the order to attack. They just waited for time to pass, the sun set, and everything around them became dark.

“Haha!”

There was a thunder in the sky, and a flash of lightning streaked across the dark night sky, illuminating the whole world like daylight in that instant. In the eyes of the Bagauda rebels, the light emitted by the lightning made the armor of every soldier in the entire Roman army formation under the city wall reflect a dazzling silver light. The entire army seemed to be sent down to earth by God. Just in that instant, the light dimmed, and the whole world returned to silence.

“Tick-tock.”

The first drop of rain fell, hitting Luga's helmet with a tinkling sound. It started raining, and then the "tick-tick" sound became more and more frequent.

"It's raining." Andrew and Marenius opened their palms to welcome the raindrops falling from thousands of meters in the sky. They raised their heads and let the raindrops hit their bearded faces.

“Huahuahua…”

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, soaking the armor and underwear of all the soldiers present, as well as Luka's wolfskin cape and the red vertical horse hem on his helmet. The rain flowed down his helmet and wet his face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. He did not intend to hide, but stood quietly in the rain with the soldiers.

The heavy rain extinguished the flames of all the torches, making it impossible for Durocortorum and the Roman army outside the city to see anything, as if nothing had happened under the heavy rain. The archers of the Bagauda rebels braved the heavy rain, tightly holding their bows that had long been wet and slippery.

"Attack! Attack!"

Luca turned around and whispered to Marenius behind him: "Now that the heavy rain and darkness have blocked their vision, we can attack the city and catch them off guard!"

"I understand!" Marenius whispered, and said to the messengers behind him one by one: "Don't blow the horn this time. Notify the attacking troops one by one and tell them to speed up and attack the city wall."

"What's wrong with the Romans?" The rebel archer of Bagauda who was caught in the rain on the city wall asked in confusion: "Are they just standing outside the city to intimidate us? In such heavy rain, they don't attack and just stand outside. Can they kill us with their eyes?"

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" An archer beside him put his bow aside and covered it with cowhide to prevent the rain from affecting the quality of the bow. He leaned against the city wall and said to the complaining guy with a smile: "The Romans just broke through the defense line we set up outside, so they must be tired and exhausted. Now they are standing outside the city and confronting us without rest. This is unbearable for anyone. They still want to attack the city? My friend, you should have seen that the Romans pushed back their siege weapons. Without siege weapons, what is the difference between them and the barbarians north of the Rhine? Their city walls are to resist the barbarians. Without siege weapons, they are nothing!"

Such words left the complaining archer speechless. He didn't know how to refute. This reminded him of the time when they were trying to take over the city. The corpses outside the city piled up like a mountain. If there hadn't been an uprising of slaves in the city who could not bear the oppression, they might not have been able to take the city at all, and they couldn't even defeat the border guards guarding the city.

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Now the heavy rain has also made the Romans lose their siege weapons, and the situation they are facing now will only be worse than they were back then. In such a situation, the Romans' stubborn attack will only end in a miserable defeat. They can't be so crazy as to pile up corpses higher than the city wall. All this is reasonable.

"Haha, that's true." The archer laughed. He couldn't think of any reason why the Romans would fight. He couldn't help but relax and leaned against the battlement like that guy, quietly waiting for the order to lift the war preparedness.

(End of this chapter)