Chapter 447: Expulsion War 2

"It seems that you have made your choice, Luca." Andrew couldn't help but smile knowingly when he saw Luca's actions. He understood what Luca meant. He smiled on the surface, but he was uneasy inside, because he felt that Luca would do something crazy if he was desperate. Then he looked at the Roman soldiers who were still relying on the fragile city walls to resist the continuous attacks. Each of them was struggling on the edge of life and death. As their companion, Andrew knew that he could not live alone.

Yes, Luga turned his horse back, his eyes blazing with anger, his right hand pressed tightly on the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out. In the sunlight, the exposed sword flashed a dazzling silver light. The looming murderous aura made Andrew shudder.

Luca was about to break his promise. No one knew what he was going to do next. Everyone watched him slowly walk to the position they had just observed.

Luka seemed to calm down. He knew that if he rushed forward like a group of madmen without caring about anything, the result would naturally be the destruction of the city and the death of people, just like he had just said. They were just thorny meat, and would eventually be swallowed by the bloody mouth.

"No, I can't attack." Luga muttered to himself. He stretched out his hand and knocked on his helmet, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound, like the sound of a bell. He tried to get rid of the messy thoughts in his head and give himself a calm and clear mind.

"Horns, how many horns did we bring?"

"Four, my lord."

"Then we will split into two groups, each with two horns." Luga said to the cavalry commander of the squad beside him, "In this way, we will act separately on the left and right sides of the fortress, using horns for communication. When you are in place, blow the horns. Remember, blow them with all your strength!"

"As you wish, my lord!" The squad leader nodded, then turned around and called on the cavalry in his team to turn their horses around and go away along the path they came from.

The Vandals continued to attack. Dozens of them huddled together, with more than a dozen strong Vandals holding a huge battering ram. Their target was the city gate.

The Roman archers at the door immediately fought back, but they were protected by soldiers holding shields. They formed a shield formation just like the Romans and slowly advanced. Countless arrows kept falling on their shields, either piercing them or being bounced off. However, the Vandals were unharmed and did not even have a chance to raise their shields. This made the Roman archers helpless in the face of them, as they had already tried their best.

"Boom! Boom!"

A heavy sound came from under the entrance of the Roman fortress. The wooden door that was tightly blocked in front of them was shaking constantly. The officers guarding the city hurriedly called on the soldiers inside the fortress to gather together in a hundred-man team. They were not equipped with shields, but held spears in both hands. The first row squatted and raised their spears at a forty-five degree angle upwards. The soldiers behind stood up with their spears held horizontally, facing the wooden door in front of them that was groaning under the impact.

"Hold on! Stay calm, boys!" The centurion kept calling out to his subordinates. Each of them was sweating profusely. The young soldiers followed the centurion's instructions and took deep breaths to the rhythm. Some of them grimaced, and some of their arms were still shaking, but they still persisted.

"Bang! Wow!"

The Vandals exerted their strength and used the battering ram to smash the gate open. The wooden door finally collapsed under the weight. The huge wooden door fell and splashed a large amount of dust. The wind drove the dust towards them with a whoosh, forcing the Roman soldiers present to cover their heads or squint.

After the dust settled, a large number of Vandals appeared at the open city gate. They were in chaos, holding different weapons in their hands, but they all rushed into the fortress desperately.

"Click, click, click"

The dust not only blocked the Romans' vision, but also made the Vandals feel a little foggy about what was in front of them. At a very close distance, the Vandal soldiers in the front row, no, it should be said that the soldiers recruited by the Vandals as cannon fodder rushed up first, but by the time they could see the sharp spears waiting for them behind the dust, it was too late to stop.

They shouted desperately, trying to turn around and signal the Vandal soldiers behind them to stop, because they were facing a place of death. But how could the Vandals behind them listen to their wailing? They were ordered to attack without listening, not to turn around and shout when they saw the "rabble" in front of them. And, God knows what they said.

The Vandal soldiers who followed them thought they were all frightened bastards, because their mouths were wide open and their eyes were wide open with fear. Nothing could describe the fear of these cowards. They were not companions of the same tribe, so they naturally felt sorry for them and thrust their spears forward.

These conscripts who gave the kind reminder probably never imagined until their death that the Vandals would view them in this way. Their reminder was met with the gleaming spears of their allies.

The Vandals roared and cruelly stabbed their spears into the stomachs of the conscripted soldiers in front of them. Then they used their legs to push forward these "cowards" who were not yet dead.

"laugh"

The Roman spears pierced through their backs and came out from their chests. These innocent and defenseless poor creatures took their last breaths in a matter they could not understand. The Romans and Vandals simultaneously pulled out their spears, and soon they lost their support and fell heavily to the ground like puppets with their strings cut.

"Damn it! Forward! Forward!"

The Roman centurion roared loudly and called on the soldiers behind him to move forward, trying to use dense spears as a barrier that could bring blood and death to their enemies and keep them outside the city walls.

The soldiers gathered their strength, raised their spears and followed the centurion's shouts to move forward step by step. When they encountered the Vandals rushing up, they gritted their teeth, raised their spears and stabbed at the Vandals who rushed up.

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The Vandals were not to be outdone. They held up their spears and made no attempt to avoid the bloody spears of the Romans, even if these deadly weapons would pierce their necks or chests.

Under the collapsed city gate, soldiers from both sides roared, raised their spears and stabbed each other wildly like crazy, blood and broken meat gushed out like a fountain in this place that was neither too big nor too small, people from both sides kept falling on the ground on the increasing pile of corpses, and the soldiers who were still standing opened their mouths and roared at the top of their lungs like blood men, their faces were covered with the blood of their companions, they were all desperate characters, the blood and broken meat did not make them feel scared, but instead made them raise their spears and stab wildly at the other's fragile neck as if they were ready to die, because it could kill the other party and even make the enemy bleed profusely.

The number of Vandals increased, and a Roman soldier of a hundred men simply could not resist the increasing number of Vandals and their conscripts. Soon, the soldiers with lead in their hands and feet fell one after another, and the weak defense line was breached.

"Sir, our attack is about to succeed!" A soldier reported to Gaiseric on the warship.

Gaiseric didn't say anything, just nodded, and then a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)