Chapter 431 Vandal Envoy
The last Alane cavalryman who was struggling in the crowd was pierced by a spear from behind by a Roman soldier and fell off his horse.
“Plop!”
A dull sound brought a tragic ending to this almost absurd battle. Now all those standing on the battlefield were Romans. They were panting, their hands still trembling with weapons, and it was obvious that they had not recovered from the battle just now.
"Long live Rome!"
Someone shouted loudly, and the surrounding soldiers came to their senses. They looked at the corpses scattered on the ground below them and their comrades around them, and they finally realized that they had won.
"Long live Rome!" The soldiers raised their weapons high and cheered loudly. Everyone was celebrating this hard-won victory, or rather, they were grateful that they were able to survive this battle.
"Go back, you have met everyone you need to meet, and you have done all the etiquette." Luca looked at the cheering crowd below and breathed a sigh of relief. Turning around, the first person Luca saw was Mateolius, who had a gloomy face and seemed to have some complaints about Luca.
"This is war, noble nobleman." Luca smiled at him, "I didn't understand it before, but after experiencing too many life and death tests, I figured it out. This is war, there will always be deaths. To judge the pros and cons of a war, it doesn't matter who loses more, but who gets more benefits after the war to ensure the balance of the war and make the soldiers' sacrifices worth it!"
Mateolius said nothing. He could not find any reason to refute Luca. He could only glance at the soldiers cleaning the battlefield and followed Luca away.
Half a day later, when they returned to the camp, the soldiers guarding the city reported that there were Vandal envoys waiting for them.
"Vandals?" Luga felt very incredible. After all, they had no contact with each other, and the sudden appearance of an envoy really made Luga feel incredible.
He hurried back to the military tent and saw the Vandal envoy who had been standing outside the tent for a long time. It seemed that the envoy had some complaints about Luca, otherwise he would not have looked at Luca with such a cold eye.
"Vandals?" Luca asked.
The messenger did not say anything, but nodded silently at Luga, indicating his acquiescence. The messenger also had an attendant, who did not come empty-handed. He was holding a box in his arms, which looked very valuable.
"That's a rare guest!" Luca said to the Vandal messenger with a smile, and then he pulled the guy into the tent. Luca then asked the messenger: "Tell me, sir, why did you come all the way here?"
"In order to urge Your Excellency to fulfill the treaty signed between us and your Augustus." The envoy said coldly, and he seemed to be more and more dissatisfied with Luca.
"So, what is it?" Luca smiled, and his attitude became obviously gloomy. It was not difficult to see that he had realized that the Vandal envoy came prepared. He must have known something and came to question him.
"As an ally of Rome," the Vandal envoy continued, "we have the obligation to inform you Romans not to play any tricks under our noses!"
After saying this, the Vandal envoy nodded to his attendant, who immediately understood and walked forward to open the box on Luca's chest.
"Fuck!" Luca couldn't help but exclaimed, because he saw a human head in the box. Although the guy's head was a little dry, Luca felt that the face was so familiar.
"This is the captain of your privateering fleet, or the commander." The Vandal envoy said slowly, "Our king, Gaiseric, knows everything, because this guy revealed all his deals with you to us before he died. You acknowledged us as Rome's allies, but your methods towards allies do make our king Gaiseric feel regretful. After all, people in so-called civilized countries should not use such insidious and cunning methods. He kept saying it was you, but of course we don't believe it was you who did it. So our king Gaiseric sent me to confirm what kind of relationship this has with you."
"What? What you said is very strange, Your Excellency the Envoy." Faced with the envoy's questioning, Luga deliberately played dumb, feeling that what the envoy said was very unbelievable.
"But he did mention you, and something about him being in charge of plundering our merchant ships, and your Excellency even promised to split the loot with them fifty-fifty. Is that true?"
"No! Of course not. How could I do such a thing?" Luca waved his hands at the envoy and refused repeatedly, saying, "Your Excellency's King Gaiseric is an old acquaintance of mine. I beat him to a pulp that year. If it weren't for the senators in our Senate who had sympathy for me and asked me to let him go, I'm afraid you wouldn't have the chance to speak to me in this tone in my camp."
Luca's words made the Vandal envoy's face turn blue and purple. He had wanted to humiliate this Roman sergeant, but he didn't expect this guy to bring up old grudges, leaving him with an embarrassment.
"I have always wanted to ask you a question." Luca stroked his chin, pretending to be thinking, and then asked the envoy: "What role did you play in Carthage at that time, which was a few years ago?"
"City guard officer!" The envoy answered without hesitation: "I am proud of my profession. Moreover, I am grateful to my King Gaiseric. It was he who chose me from the crowd and trusted me so much that I had the opportunity to confront you here!"
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"Then it's easier to talk to you!" Luca asked with a smile, "I have a question that is hard to understand. I want to ask you, the former Carthaginian city garrison officer."
The Vandal messenger said nothing and just looked at Luca quietly.
"Well," Luca thought for a moment, then asked, "Since you are a garrison officer, you must have seen the thrilling battle on the sea outside Carthage. I just want to ask you, when the combined fleet I commanded sank the last Vandal warship, what did you think at that time?"
Such an obviously humiliating question made the Vandal envoy's face full of embarrassment. He didn't know how to refute this once proud victor.
"We have a more complete army, they are training day and night and are ready for battle."
"That's perfect!" Luca said with disdain, "The more luxuriant the wheat grows, the easier it is to harvest."
(End of this chapter)