Chapter 393 Next Step

The battle lasted all night, and by dawn the next day, the city of Kamlodulum had been reduced to a mess by the second battle.

The flames of battle burned the ground black, with corpses lying all over it. Their deaths were different, but the one thing they had in common was that none of their deaths were beautiful.

The blood stained the ground wet, and the wet soil mixed with the burnt charcoal exuded a stench of burnt and blood. The land soaked in blood, the broken weapons scattered all over the ground, and the bodies with different appearances of death, all of which were enough to prove how tragic the battle was at that time.

"They failed in the end, ah, those tenacious guys." Luga sighed as he stepped over their bodies. Many of them had their eyes open after death. Although those eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment, they had lost their luster and vitality.

"General, the prisoners are all at the dock, waiting for your decision." The messenger soldier quickly ran over and reported the situation to Luga. Luga nodded continuously and followed the messenger soldier.

On the dock, hundreds of Saxons were tied up and kneeling on the dock. They were covered in dust and dirt, exhausted after a night of fighting.

Seeing Luca's arrival, a light flashed in the eyes of all the Saxons present. They all raised their heads and looked at the Roman commander who was tightly surrounded by the Romans.

He was the only person who could decide their life or death, and he was standing right in front of them. They looked at this guy with different expressions, but most of them were filled with fear and begging.

"Roman General, we have no intention of being your enemy, please give us a chance to live!"

As Luca faced them, the impatient Saxon soldiers were the first to beg for mercy from Luca. The first person set a precedent, followed by the second and the third. Although they did not speak Roman language, from their painful expressions and pleading tones, it was not difficult to see the attitude that each person wanted to express to Luca.

"What are they saying?" Luca asked the officer beside him who understood the Saxon language.

"They are begging you for mercy again, General." The officer explained to Luca, "They all came from the Far North, and they joined the war against us in response to the request of the local Saxons."

"They have lost all their elite troops, General." Another officer said to him, "The brave ones have taken up arms, and the ones left are cowards. General, we can completely ignore them, because in front of the powerful Romans, they have lost the ability to fight, and all that is left is the ability to tremble."

"Oh, that's really unfortunate!" Luka smiled and shook his head. Facing the horrified eyes below, Luka continued: "It's a pity to let them die or let them go."

At this time, Luca looked at Beliario who was standing behind them, and asked loudly: "Hey, Beliario, I remember that it is the busy farming season in Gaul. Although they are not so strong, they can still make due contributions to the farmland in Gaul. Otherwise, we should send them back separately and distribute them to various towns and even villages, and let them farm!"

"Oh, this is a perfect idea, Luca!" Belialiu expressed his full agreement with Luca's proposal, and he kept nodding.

"Then it's settled, Belia!" Luca smiled, waved his hand in a circle towards them, and then said, "Then I'll have to trouble you to transport them back to Belgian Gaul. Of course, if possible, give some to Great Sequanorum. This way, we will have a good labor force to reclaim the wasteland abandoned by the war."

"Glad to be of service, Luga!" Beliaru bowed symbolically to Luga and nodded in a pretentious manner.

When they returned to the camp outside the city, a messenger reported: "There are messengers from the barbarians outside the camp gate."

"Barbarians?" Luka was a little confused, and then asked, "Which tribe are they from?"

"They call themselves Celts," the messenger explained.

"Celts, please come in." Luca said, lowering his head and muttering, "I thought the Saxons had surrendered and realized how powerful we are, so they came to seek peace. But it's okay, let me meet this ally I have never met and see what they have brought to me."

As he was speaking, Luca took his place and saw a group of people coming out of the tent. The leader was tall and wore linen clothes dyed blue. His face was painted with the blue dye that was unique to the Celts. They believed that applying this dye could bring them the protection of God and make them more courageous in battle. Of course, applying blue dye on the face was also a symbol of their nation.

"Welcome, guest from afar." Luga called the Celt to the tent. The Celt walked in slowly and saluted Luga. This aroused Luga's interest. After all, a barbarian who knew how to salute would really add a lot of points to the evaluation of this nation in the eyes of the self-proclaimed civilized Romans.

"I remember we were allies, right?" Luga said.

"Yes, your Excellency." Although this Celt's physical appearance and dress were those of a barbarian, his words and actions were like those of a real Roman. He slowly took out a ring made of finely carved white stone tablets from his pocket and gestured to the soldier next to Luga.

The soldier understood and took the stone tablets and put them on the table in front of Luca. Luca picked up the stone tablets and looked them up and down. The stone tablets were of different sizes and shapes, but they were all polished very finely. Some were oval, some were square, and there were various patterns carved on them.

"What is this?" Luca asked.

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"This is the crown that our king used to use," the messenger said. "Because our king has a better one, he took off this crown as a gift and asked me to give it to the supreme commander of Rome to show his closeness!"

"Oh, this is a very meaningful gift." Luga held the crown in both hands. Although it was simple, it was still a fine work of art.

"In order to comply with the wishes of Imperial Augusta, our King Chad has led his warriors across Hadrian's Wall and attacked the Saxon territory. But I heard that the Saxon army entrenched in Lindon went north to fight with our king..."

"Oh, I understand what you mean!" Luca interrupted the messenger impatiently and said, "You mean that your king wants us to provide assistance to the enemy from behind while he is fighting the Anglo-Saxon coalition, so that they will be forced to fight on two fronts and then we can eat them all up in one fell swoop."

"Yes!" the messenger nodded.

"Okay!" Luca agreed.

(End of this chapter)