Chapter 446: Expulsion War

"Ready! Ready!" The archer commanders raised the iron swords in their hands and called to the archers behind them. They shouted together, drew their bows and arrows and raised them above their heads.

"Click, click, click"

The sound of bowstrings being pulled apart was heard, and countless arrows flew into the sky, and in an instant fell on the charging Vandal troops like raindrops.

Just like the sound of raindrops hitting different objects, the falling arrows seemed powerless in front of the assault infantry wearing chain mail, and the arrows bounced off their bodies like stones. The soldiers with shields kept their eyes on the sky above their heads. When the arrows flew into the sky and fell towards them, they raised their shields in unison, and the sharp arrows were stuck on their wooden shields.

The only unlucky ones were the low-ranking soldiers who had no protective armor on them. Most of them were slaves liberated from Africa and Numidia or civilians who had no way to survive after the war. They were all guys who dreamed of finding their future in war. Of course, in their world, war seemed to be an answer that they had to choose.

They were equipped with simple shields, or even nothing at all, and just carried siege weapons, doing the hardest and most dangerous work at the front line. Facing the overwhelming arrows, they were often the biggest victims, and their screams could be heard under the city walls, but their casualties were of no concern to the Vandals.

The wall of the fortress itself was not high, only about three or four meters in height, so the attacking Vandal army ordered the coolies to carry simple ladders. At the top of the ladder stood two death-defying soldiers armed to the teeth, holding double axes or double knives. They roared and were lifted up into the air with the concerted efforts of the people below.

"roar"

This fearless fellow opened his bloody mouth and let out a trembling roar. The people below lifted him up together and rushed towards the Roman wall.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak"

Just as he jumped up near the city wall, he saw groups of Roman soldiers on the wall, with their spears raised, thrusting at the mad guy. It can be said that this fearless Vandal soldier was hit by so many spears. The sharp spears pierced him, and he howled like a wounded lion before he died, being hung in the air by the spears, but to no avail. As the spears were retracted, he fell like a stone and hit the ground heavily.

Ladders were placed on the city walls, and the blood-thirsty Vandal soldiers held up their shields. They roared and drove away these temporarily recruited soldiers, forcing them to climb up the ladders without caring about their lives.

"Oh my god, I have nothing! Nothing!" An unarmed guy stood under the ladder. He looked young and only in his teens. Next to him, a fully armed Vandal soldier roughly lifted his clothes with one hand. He tried his best to dance and signal the Vandal soldier, but he was beaten up. The rough Vandal soldier dragged him up the ladder like he was dragging him to the gallows.

The endless beating at noon made him understand what was going on. He grabbed the wooden handle of the ladder with trembling hands, raised his head to see the crowds of people on the city wall above, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Bang!"

A dull sound was heard, and when the sound stopped the young man felt a sharp pain on his back. He gritted his teeth and endured it. This was a sign of the Vandal's impatience. Perhaps the next second he would not be greeted by a stick, but an iron sword that would nail him to death on this blood-stained ladder.

He took a sudden step and climbed up, but after a few steps, he looked up and saw a Roman soldier above him looking at him with an extremely cold look.

"Forgive me! Forgive me! I am only here to surrender, I am a Roman, a Roman!" The young man kept muttering and quickened his pace, but at this moment, he just felt as if he was punched in the neck, and in an instant, he fell sideways from the ladder and landed on a pile of corpses on the ground.

"I..." He opened his mouth and a stream of blood gushed out, blocking his next words. He couldn't breathe, he needed help, but the Vandals didn't even bother to look at him. They were busy using rough means to make new poor people climb the ladder, and then die under the spears thrown by the Romans.

"Who told you that the Vandals are coming?" Luca watched from a distance of one kilometer away as the Vandals attacked the city wall like a tide. Although the fortress looked shaky, Luca did not rush up. He just chose to watch from the sidelines. Before, he could do nothing. He called the soldier who came to report and asked, "This time may not allow you to inform us of the information we want to know so quickly."

"It's a fisherman from the village. His name is Franco," the soldier replied. "He is now at the lighthouse with the old guard who is guarding the lighthouse." The guy pointed to the lighthouse in the distance on the left, a place that the Vandals had not noticed.

"If Belia's fleet is to emerge from New Carthage and form a combat force, it will take at least until evening, but we don't have that much time. The casualties of soldiers are continuing every minute and every second."

As Luca spoke, he turned his horse and looked back at the group of fully armed soldiers around him. Although there were only five hundred of them, they all had their eyes wide open and did not look afraid at all.

"Ha, forget it. Five hundred people, rushing in is like a piece of meat covered with sharp knives, rushing into their mouths. Although it will make the mouths bleed, they will be swallowed in the end." Luca said, shook his head, took a few steps forward and came to Marenius and asked him: "How many troops do we have left to dispatch, that is, the closest ones."

"The Fourth Skylark Legion, they are nearby. I have sent out scouts to inform them, and they are coming from nearby."

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"How many people can there be?" Luca then asked the question he wanted to know most.

"About 2,000 people." Marenius thought for a moment and then said, "We can arrive by the afternoon at the latest. After all, we have to walk and spread out in the fortress, so it is difficult to dispatch the troops."

"When they gather, the number of Vandals on the ground will be enough to eat us all!" Luca snorted coldly, his voice became low, he said nothing, did nothing, just stopped his horse. The shouting and killing behind him must have touched his heart and made him waver. He pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, turned back suddenly, and cursed: "Fuck it, God, watch me, fuck it!"

(End of this chapter)