Chapter 40: Plundering the City (Part 2)

“Finally left!”

Looking at the back of that bastard walking away, I heaved a sigh of relief. This feeling was like the pleasure a criminal feels when he is criticized by a serious person in a public place and the person who openly teases him gives up teasing him. He couldn't explain it clearly, but he just felt relieved and felt much better. As for the rest of the people's gazes, forget it, I don't care anymore. Behind the relief, there is an unspeakable hatred, which is the most important thing.

"Luka, are you okay?"

Andrew asked me.

"fine."

I waved to him to show that I was fine. Although I smiled, he secretly swore in his heart that I would make him look good! About an hour later, the originally empty streets (the streets were full of rubble and burnt wood, and few residents who had just been robbed had the courage to wander out) came again. The Huns, who were leading the cavalry, rode tall horses. In the broad daylight, they were still holding torches in such a bright environment. It seemed that they were definitely not here with good intentions. Although they were allies of the Romans now, it would be more reasonable to say that they were loyal allies of gold and silver.

"Residents of Ludinan! Now, take out all the jewelry and valuables in your homes to protect your safety! The Huns have liberated you, and you only need to pay a small price to satisfy your benefactor! Come on, take out all your wealth!"

The person who shouted was a Roman who was standing on a carriage behind the Hun cavalry. Because the Huns could not speak Latin, they had to find an interpreter whom they considered reliable.

My group came to the street and watched the cavalry slowly moving forward. They were arrogant and looked down on everyone. From time to time, ragged civilians walked out from the dilapidated defenses on the street. They stood on the roadside holding the only valuable jewelry in their hands, with fear in their eyes. The Huns' carriages passed by them, and they did not stop to take the jewelry from them, but let them throw the jewelry in their hands on the carriages.

There were not many Huns in this caravan, only a dozen or so Hun cavalrymen in the lead and the rear, and the rest of the escorts were all Roman soldiers. The leader was undoubtedly Livius. He also rode a horse accompanied by a Hun with gorgeous armor and equipment, talking and laughing along the way. After all, they were Huns, and no one knew who the gorgeously equipped Hun was. They just watched them move forward unimpeded. The civilians cried and kept throwing the only valuable things they had on hand onto the carriage. Not far from me, a young girl in a robe, accompanied by her mother, was holding a jewelry box in her hand. There must be something very precious in it, perhaps a gift from the boy she loved. She bit her lip tightly, holding the jewelry box, and seemed unwilling to pay it as tribute to the Huns.

The carriage passed in front of her, but she did not throw the jewelry box into the carriage, which did not attract the attention of the Huns who were walking with their heads held high.

This attracted the attention of the accompanying Roman soldiers.

"Give me what you have in your hand." The Roman soldier walked straight up to the girl and stretched out his hand to ask for it.

"Give it to her, kid. Maybe we'll have something better in the future."

The girl's mother said softly, but the girl hugged the jewelry box even tighter. She shook her head in resistance, unable to bear to let the jewelry box in her arms leave her like this.

The Roman soldier's face suddenly turned gloomy. The carriage was about to pass by and he didn't have much time left.

"Hey, give it to me!"

The Roman soldier said again.

At this moment the girl whispered, "Sir, can I keep a little, just a ring, please, for we are all Romans."

"no!"

The soldier decisively refused and reached out to grab the jewelry box. The girl was frightened and quickly bent down and hugged the jewelry box tightly to prevent the Roman soldier from continuing to snatch it.

"Bring it to me! You bastard!"

The Roman soldier finally showed his true colors. He pushed the girl down, no longer caring about his image. He punched and kicked the girl in front of everyone just to steal the jewelry box.

"Please, please, let me go, this is the only thing my dead boyfriend left me!"

The girl curled up on the ground, tightly protecting the jewelry box, while her mother knelt on the ground, crying and hugging the Roman soldier's legs and begging! But the man was as hard as stone. "Get out, you old thing!" He kicked the woman's chest twice.

"Son of a bitch!"

I was so angry that I was about to step forward, but Andrew stopped me unexpectedly. He shook his head at me. I didn't understand what he meant! It seems that a person's ability is limited after all. He turned around and called two more people. He lowered his head and cursed fiercely: "Listen, you damn woman! If you don't take out your jewelry box today, then you and your parents can't escape!"

"Please, please!"

The girl cried miserably, but the three Roman soldiers were unmoved. One of them drew his sword and put it against the girl's mother's neck, one grabbed the girl, and one reached out to grab the jewelry box!

"Heh?"

The soldier snatched the wooden jewelry box from the girl's hand, but it fell to the ground and broke. An unremarkable silver ring rolled out of the jewelry box and landed at the soldier's feet. The jewelry box was empty, with nothing else in it.

The Roman soldier picked up the rose ring from the ground, held it up to his eyes and looked at it carefully. It was indeed worthless. His face gradually turned red, as if he had been cheated.

"Okay, you poor bastard!"

The Roman soldier stood up and kicked the woman hard in the stomach. The woman let out a heart-wrenching scream that echoed throughout the street. She curled up on the ground and trembled constantly. The robe at the root of her thighs was wet, and bright red blood slowly flowed out of it.

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"My daughter, my daughter!!!"

The girl's mother could no longer bear the threat of the iron sword, so she pushed the soldier away and fell beside the girl, who was pale and unconscious. The poor mother had no one to complain to, so she could only hold her daughter and cry. No one dared to help, and everyone could only watch the tragic scene with gnashing teeth.

“What bad luck!”

The soldier clapped his hands, spat on the side of the road, picked up the jewelry box and turned away. Despite such a loud noise, the other people in the convoy acted as if nothing had happened and continued on their way.

My heart was pounding, and my breathing was even more rapid. I was furious! I watched the tragic scene end in vain. I pushed Andrew away, drew my Spada iron sword, and walked a few steps forward to the middle of the road, looking at the back of the murderer who was walking quickly.

"Hey, you bastard! Put down what you're holding!"

I don't know where I got the courage from, I roared, and the iron sword in my hand trembled constantly.

"You're crazy, Luca, you're going to kill us!"

Andrew was shouting at me on the side of the road, and the mercenaries behind him had the same expression. I didn't know what they were afraid of. "I don't care!" I yelled at them, "We are Roman soldiers! Roman soldiers are supposed to protect the Roman people, not oppress them!"

"Hey, you bastards in front! Stop right there!"

They finally stopped. Levi, the Hun, and their followers all stopped and looked back at me, who was alone.

I was so angry that I didn't even fear their large numbers. I pointed my sword at them and yelled, "Give back the girl's jewelry!"

About to get on track, sorry it's a little late.

(End of this chapter)