Chapter 340: The Final Battle to Recover Ludugu Gaul (VIII)

Good times always pass in a flash, just like the good times that the Bagauda rebels saw when they relaxed their guard. While they were talking and laughing, they saw a flash of cold light outside the battlements, and a black shadow jumped up and fell onto the city wall.

"Oh my God!"

The archer exclaimed, the guy who had just been chatting with him had lost his head in an instant, the headless body fell down powerlessly, still twitching. He raised his head in a hurry, and now he was facing the guy who had separated the head and body of his companion. His throat tightened, and the hair on his body stood up. He saw the man's eyes. He was just stunned, at a loss.

"laugh!"

The shadow didn't give him a moment to react, and pushed him onto the battlement with his hand, hitting his back hard against it. Before he could even scream, the shadow had already stabbed the iron sword into his throat.

"The Romans are coming! The Romans are coming!"

In the heavy rain, some tired archers and soldiers guarding the city naturally discovered the attack on a long section of the wall. The Bagauda soldiers who discovered the situation in time shouted loudly, which instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. They rushed up the wall with iron swords and axes. At this time, the wall was already full of Roman soldiers. They kept climbing up with ladders and fighting with the Bagauda rebels on the wall.

"Where are they, where are they."

The fully armed officer of Bagauda asked loudly. The heavy rain made it impossible for him to see who was fighting on the city wall.

“Crack!”

A thunderous sound streaked across the night sky, and at that moment the officer of the Bagauda rebels finally saw clearly that there were more and more Romans on the city wall, and Bagauda soldiers were constantly pushed off the city wall and died in the mud. The heavy rain and darkness provided the best barrier for the Romans, allowing them to act recklessly in the dark.

"Die! Die! Die!"

The Roman soldiers shouted words that the Bagauda rebels could not understand. They could distinguish each other's voices in the dark, which made the Bagauda rebels unable to understand. They could only listen to the Romans shouting "diediedie" and rushing towards him with their weapons raised high.

"The Romans are coming, the Romans are coming!"

The panicked rebel soldier ran madly along the street, shouting these words over and over again, which surprised everyone.

Such shouts were repeated over and over again, but they would not be swallowed up by the storm. Soon, all the Bagauda rebels in the city knew the news.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The gate was shaken because the soldiers, under Luca's order, were holding a siege spike that was not mounted on a siege weapon. They were a whole century strong and they kept hitting the gate under the command of the centurion. However, every time they hit the gate, the soldiers fell to the ground, and the gate did not move at all. The soldiers tried again and again, but to no avail. They had to ask the soldiers who had attacked the gate to help open it from the inside before they gave up.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have believed those TV dramas!" This was the first thing Luca said as he entered the city gate.

"Lord, the Romans have entered the city despite the heavy rain."

The messenger who ran back to the palace in the city center in the rain stood in front of Scar in the hall, shivering with cold, and told Scar, Tiberius, Jurgen and the officers who discovered the incident in detail. The strange thing was that this time the hall was no longer in an uproar like when Tiberius brought the warning. No one said a word, and the whole scene was strangely quiet.

"Okay, I got it. You may leave now." Scar was surprisingly calm. He just waved at the messenger, and there was no hesitation in his words. Was he really not afraid or was he doing it on purpose? Because he had to leave early as a strategy or for some other reason, the officers, including Tiberius, did not know.

The messenger hesitated for a moment, then left the hall. Scar turned and looked around at all the officers present.

"What are you still looking at?" Scar's face suddenly darkened, and he loudly reprimanded all the officers present: "Hurry up and get to your battle positions, the Romans have already broken in!"

All the officers, big and small, were frightened by Scar's scolding. They did not dare to delay and quickly got up and ran out. Now, only Scar, Tiberius and Jurgen were left in the hall.

"What a useless bastard!" Scar cursed and reached out to grab the wine glass. He wanted to drink the wine in the glass to calm himself, but his constantly shaking hands caused the wine in the glass to spill out of the glass and all over his hands.

“Bang!”

Feeling that he could no longer control his trembling hands, Scar threw the entire wine glass to the ground in frustration.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Scar cursed over and over again. In anger, he suddenly stretched out his hands and pushed all the cups, plates and wine jugs on the table to the ground. He waved his hands and pounded his chest frantically with his fists. This crazy look was very different from his usual cautious appearance. Even Tiberius had never seen him like this. At this critical moment, he was so angry that he became like this.

“Ska, Ska!” Tiberius, who saw the situation deteriorating further, stood up quickly. He stretched out his hand and waved it towards Ska from time to time, signaling him to calm down. “Ska, calm down, Ska, you must calm down. Now is not the time to give up on yourself. We still have a chance!”

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"Chance?" Scar looked up at Tiberius and repeated what he had said. With a ferocious smile on his face, he said slowly: "The Romans have already broken in. They have broken through our last line of defense. There are no more outer layers of defense. There are no more Goths. There is nothing, nothing! Haha, hahahaha..."

As he was talking, Scar burst into laughter. He shook his head and said, "I seem to understand. This is God's will. God resurrected Stilicho. Now he wants to take back everything he lost! He hated that he didn't have the heart of a Roman and the appearance of a barbarian in his previous life. But now, he is a thorough Roman. Well, now it's all right. No one can question him, no one can refute him, so he came back to take back everything that should belong to him. We are in big trouble, big trouble!"

Crazy, Scar was completely crazy. He jumped and danced in the hall, and kept saying "Disaster is coming, disaster is coming!" No matter how Tiberius tried to dissuade him, it was of no avail.

"Sir!"

Just as Tiberius was still trying to dissuade Scar, Jurgen patted him on the shoulder from behind and said to him, "General Scar has collapsed now. It will be useless even if you talk until your throat breaks."

"What should we do?" Tiberius said anxiously, "Should we just let him give up like this? This is our last city."

"There's no chance, sir!" Jurgen said with great determination, "We can only leave now!"

"Leave?" Tiberius looked at Jurgen with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "Where else can we go?"

"Great Britain," said Jurgen.

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