Chapter 437: Attack on the City (Part 1)

Another deserted road, another overturned carriage, and corpses all over the ground.

The iron-faced "devil" was distributing the looted goods from the carriage, which were all food and jewels. For Luca and his men, carrying jewels would only be a burden, but he still insisted on letting the soldiers carry them, saying that they could be useful at critical moments.

According to custom, they placed the bodies on their spears on both sides of the road for the Alans to see, but it is not known who had the opportunity to see this.

"Where are we now?" Hiding back in the forest, Luga spread out the map in his hand and asked a soldier who was familiar with the road.

"Probably in Cordoba," said the soldier who was pointing the way. "We have indeed penetrated deep into the heart of the Alans. To the south is Malaca."

"It seems that we are getting closer and closer to Diego, that bastard." Luca said, taking a bite of an apple and holding it in his mouth, and then said: "The number of Alans patrolling the road has increased significantly recently. It seems that they have noticed our presence."

"So should we continue to move forward, Luga!" Andrew no longer concealed his fear and worry from his tone. He went on to say to Luga, "We can't move forward. There are more and more Alans patrolling on the road. We haven't dared to make a fire to bake food for a long time. We only eat dry and cold bread. We sleep in fear. No one knows when the Alans will appear around! And look and feel the temperature around here. Do you feel it, Luga? The temperature is dropping very quickly. This is very strange!"

"Oh, I understand, I understand, Andrew!" Luca shook his head and said to Andrew, "If that's the case, would you like to have a good night's sleep? Even for just one or two days?"

"What, what does this mean?" Andrew was surprised and delighted after hearing this. He stared at Luga with wide eyes and asked in surprise: "Does it mean that you finally figured it out? Finally understand that we are doing something meaningless? Oh my God, thank God, you finally figured it out. Really, thank God very much."

"Oh, wait! Andrew!" Luca interrupted him hastily and said, "I mean, how about we do the last job on him?"

After Luga finished speaking, everyone turned around and looked at him, as if waiting to see what kind of crazy idea this crazy guy would come up with.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused here, Luca said slowly: "I plan to do something big this time and directly attack their city."

"What?" Andrew couldn't believe his ears. The attack on the settlement had already frightened him enough, but Luca was still not satisfied and wanted to attack a city with many soldiers. "Tell me, you are not lying to me, my friend." Andrew stared at Luca with wide eyes and asked, "Luca, we only have 25 people, not 2,500."

"Of course, in the dark, we are like ghosts in the dark, and they can't do anything to us!" Luca said confidently: "We just make them feel scared, and hit them hard when they are surprised, so that they can't eat or sleep well."

"Are you sure we're safe?" Andrew asked.

"Of course, we just have to act according to circumstances!" Luca replied.

Two days later at dusk, at an open gate in the city wall of Cordoba, two guards guarding the gate were watching the people coming and going at the gate with dull eyes.

"I heard that a caravan heading from Malaka to our place was looted, and they left nothing behind except corpses." A soldier brought up this topic leisurely.

"Who told you that?" another soldier asked in surprise. "This is a big deal. Even the bandits have come to our place!"

"What kind of bandits are they? They are demons!" The soldier complained loudly, "Look at what they have done. They killed people without blinking an eye. Not only did they rob the goods, they also killed people. I heard that they killed all the Alans in a village and piled up the bodies into a platform to place their damn crosses!"

"These are all rumors, which have been clarified by our leader. Why are you still so obsessed with them? Oh my God! You must be crazy!"

"This is all true. Our leader Diego lied to us!" The guard still insisted on his opinion. He continued to say to his companions, "A noble cavalryman who followed Diego told us personally when he was drinking with our captain. He said that these demons might come from the Suebi, or that they were the magic cast by Roman wizards. They massacred the Alans and dyed a wooden cross red with their blood. Diego saw this and insisted that this was a humiliation to him, so in order to vent his anger, he caught the local Roman priest and beat the poor priest severely with his horse whip."

"Oh my God, is this true?" The soldier who heard it acted incredulous. He then shook his head and said, "You must have drunk too much, you drunkard. You must drink less in the future. If the noble officers see you drinking, will they use their whips to whip your back so hard that your skin will be torn apart?"

Seeing that this guy still didn't believe it, the soldier shrugged helplessly. He straightened his head and inadvertently saw a black head sticking out from under a white eaves in a small village not far away. The face was expressionless as if it was carved, and there were a pair of blood-red eyes in the eye sockets. Even at such a long distance, it was extremely clear.

"Devil! Devil!"

The soldier was horrified and pointed at the black shadow he saw and screamed uncontrollably, causing the pedestrians around him and the soldier next to him to turn their heads to look at the panicked guy.

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"Oh my God, are you crazy?" His companion looked at the guy and whispered, "Watch your words, my friend. If you do this, believe me, our military leader will spank you hard."

"Really? He is really there." The soldier pointed to the place where he saw the strange scene. His face turned pale with fear. But his companions looked where he pointed and saw that it was empty. There was nothing there except a few houses that were so ordinary that they couldn't be more ordinary.

"I think you must be crazy," said his companion, and after glaring at him he said nothing more.

"It must be an illusion. You are right. I must have seen it wrong!" The guard Alan was so frightened that he was sweating profusely. He kept repeating it with trembling lips and kept stroking his chest up and down, trying to calm himself down.

I'm sorry, I've been very busy these days, so the update will be seriously delayed. The workload is too heavy. I haven't slept for two days, and it may be the same today. I'm very sorry.

(End of this chapter)