Chapter 448 Eleven Laws

"I remember today's humiliation, Orius Luca." Gaiseric murmured to himself as he returned to his army. His face was red with anger, and every step he took was heavy. Being in the lowlands, he knew that although his soldiers were brave, the bodies of ordinary people could not withstand the impact of the cavalry from above. He did this to survive and keep his men alive.

The soldiers under his command made way for him. All of them stared at their king, who was extremely lonely. Their original passion, uneasiness, or wait and see disappeared without a trace at this moment.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

The junior officers called on their soldiers to follow Gaiseric. They boarded the small boat they came in and sailed away until they returned to the large ship on the sea.

"It's over, just so simple and easy?" Andrew seemed to still not have recovered from his previous nervousness. He turned around and looked at Luca beside him. Ever since Gaiseric decided to lead his troops to retreat, he had been standing there silently like a statue on horseback. If the breeze had not blown up the cloak on his back and the wolfskin on his shoulders, he would really be like the statues seen from time to time on the streets of Rome.

"Luka." Andrew called his name softly, but it did not move Luka at all. Andrew closed his mouth consciously because he saw Luka's pale face and the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Andrew suddenly realized that Luca was just frightened after the gamble. Although he was comforting Andrew, he was probably even more frightened in his heart. But as the highest commander here, he couldn't back down, even if he had to bite the bullet. God knows if he was trembling in his heart when he said these bold words deliberately to anger Gaiseric? He was not at ease.

"Yes, it worked. It's incredible." Luca murmured, and finally spoke. He was betting on his own life and the lives of all the Roman soldiers in the fortress, and on Gaiseric's suspicion. He firmly believed that as long as he could be tougher, the more rude he was, the more he could show his courage, and implicitly reveal his strength to his enemies.

Gaiseric didn't know what was hidden behind the high ground. The disadvantage of the terrain and the fact that he was in it made him hesitate. He couldn't make up his mind to teach the damn guy a lesson. He chose to meet again later, and also lost the most critical step to end the war. He couldn't believe that Luga had no ability to fight them at all. It was too late to regret it, but that was a story for later.

Gaiseric left in disgrace. In the eyes of the Romans, he was like a dog with its tail between its legs. The cavalrymen raised their weapons and cheered loudly. They celebrated this victory that was basically won by cursing, but Luca in front of them did not see any joy.

"War, war has begun!" Luca murmured with a gloomy face, looking at the waves left by the Vandal ships in the distance, he realized that this was far from over. The Vandals came across the sea, and they would not be defeated by such a small setback. For the safety of the Iberian Alans, they did not hesitate to tear their faces with Rome, and Gaiseric was also under great pressure.

But there is always a time to take a breath, Luga rode back to the gate of the fortress that had just been saved. After the ravages of the war, the fortress could no longer be seen in its original state, with collapsed walls and corpses everywhere. It was more like a ruin than a fortress.

The open city gate was guarded by only two soldiers who were dressed neatly but were covered in dust and blood. Their clothes were dirty and covered in dust and blood, and their faces were filled with fatigue. However, they still gave Luca a standard military salute.

Luka was very touched by their attitude, but he didn't know how to express it. After all, there was a huge difference in status. He nodded in response, patted the two on the shoulders, and whispered to them: Good job! Stepping over the corpses on the ground, Luka walked inside. He witnessed the progress of the battle from a distance. When he was in it, the familiar smell of blood in the air still touched Luka's nose, making him cover his nose with his sleeve to avoid such an unfriendly smell.

He didn't know when he started to feel uncomfortable with the smell of blood, and he felt a slight repulsion in his heart. Fortunately, the feeling was not too strong, so he could barely accept it.

At this time, a loud noise was heard in this place full of dead people. The sound was miserable, and it was accompanied by the curses of others. It came from right in front of Lujia. After hearing this, Lujia felt that this matter was not a trivial matter. He immediately quickened his pace, passed through the wreckage of the broken arm, and arrived at the meeting place deep in the fortress at noon.

It was a large group of soldiers beating up more than twenty poor guys, and no one knew what kind of mistakes they had made.

"Damn coward, you really should die with your superiors!" Only one soldier was heard shouting angrily.

"Damn it, surrender, surrender to us, with the cowardly expression and behavior you just used on the Vandals, damn bastard, damn bastard!"

I really don’t know what kind of hatred made them fight each other. They were former comrades-in-arms and compatriots on the battlefield at the same time.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Luga shouted loudly, asking the soldiers to stop.

Perhaps they didn't expect someone would dare to yell at them to stop, so they turned around, staring with curiosity at Luga who stopped them.

At this time, a thin man walked out from the group of soldiers. He looked angry and thin like an African corn stalk. His clothes were ragged, his armor was damaged and stained with blood, his eyes were red, and his irises were highly focused due to killing. If it weren't for the fact that he had a vertical iron horn on his head that was higher than other soldiers, Luca would not have recognized him as an officer here.

The officer looked arrogant, but he was also a man with eyes. He saw that Luca's clothes were brand new, except for his shoes which were stained with blood and dust, everything else was brand new, especially the wolfskin cape that only generals were qualified to wear. He thought to himself that there was no legion commander here, only the sergeant commander, so could the man in front of him be...

"Sergeant!" The officer immediately stood up straight and saluted Luga. Then the soldiers behind him immediately stood up in line. Only the victims curled up on the ground, unable to move.

"What's wrong with them?" Luca pointed at the person who was beaten and asked the officer.

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"They are all those who surrendered to the Vandals in battle!" replied the officer.

"So, what are you going to do with them?" Luca asked.

"Kill them!" the officer said firmly.

Luka shook his head and said, "After all, they are running away because they see no hope. We must always leave some room for hope. Let's use the Eleventh Rule."

After saying that, Luga turned around, stepped on the corpses on the ground, and left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)