Chapter 456 New Enemy 2

The Alan infantry finally collapsed. Their desire to survive overwhelmed their desire to fight. Their surviving officers were finally unable to restrain their soldiers with their hoarse voices.

The Alan infantry scattered in a panic, throwing away their armor and helmets, and desperately tried to find a gap in the chaotic cavalry like rats to escape. At one time, there were thousands of Alan infantry retreating, which allowed Luga and his men to advance at an astonishing speed, and they met up with the cavalry in a very short time.

"Cavalry, get behind the infantry, get behind the infantry."

Luga called upon the cavalry that had suffered heavy losses in the chaos. The advancing infantry made way for the cavalry, allowing the tired and embarrassed cavalry to pass back into the fortress, and used spears to force the Alan cavalry to stop and deal with the troublesome spears.

"Advance, maintain formation, keep advancing! Keep advancing!"

Luca shouted orders to the soldiers behind him, who formed a shield wall and used their spears to stab the Alans in front of them, forcing them to retreat. The archers who had reoccupied the city wall drew their bows and aimed at the unprepared Alans, pouring all their remaining arrows at them.

The cavalry of the Alan army fell one after another. This was casualties they could not afford. The shield wall in front of them was a barrier they could not cross. They could only watch their targets run back to the fortress one after another.

The Alan army blew the horn to retreat, and the cavalry gave up the pursuit and rode back, leaving a pile of corpses to the Romans. Luca led them to stand at the gate of the fortress and stare at the dust they left behind. It was not until a soldier raised his shield and cheered loudly that the rest of the people knew that they had finally won. They were too tired, and their strength seemed to have been drained in this short half-day battle. Even cheering became weak, and their hands were like lead, but because they won, everything was worth it.

"Run, you damn cowards, this is all you deserve!" The Roman soldiers smugly mocked the retreating Alan army, not hiding their joy of victory at all.

But at this moment, the soldiers stopped cheering, and they stopped being complacent, and were replaced by fear, because a large number of troops appeared on the high ground next to the Alans. They slowly formed an attacking formation and slowly pressed towards the Roman fortress full of corpses. Their number was as huge as a dark lake, and there was no end in sight.

Although their number was not as huge as in the legend, they were a dark mass that far outnumbered their own side. And the enemies had just arrived at the battlefield when their physical strength and morale were at their highest, so the exhausted army could hardly contend with them.

"Gaiseric!" Luca murmured when he saw the Vandal flag. He roared unwillingly and asked in surprise: "When did Gaiseric appear?"

None of the soldiers around him could give him an answer. They looked at each other, their faces full of mixed emotions, like an overturned stove. They had just seen the dawn of victory, but what they saw was a heavier darkness. The exhausted soldiers were filled with an uncontrollable sense of frustration.

"Do we have reinforcements, sir?" A soldier beside him dared to ask Luga in a low voice. Luga was helpless. He didn't know what to say. He could only shake his head slightly to indicate that he was helpless.

"We have no reinforcements, we have no reinforcements!"

The soldiers began to spread the word, their frustration growing, and Luca realized that the battle could no longer continue.

"Luga, Luga!" Luga heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and saw it was Andrew. Andrew no longer had the fierceness he had at that time. He was like an exhausted wild bear, breathing heavily and unwillingly.

"What's wrong, my friend?" Luca pulled Andrew to his side and asked him.

"The enemy, there are tens of thousands of them, and the soldiers are exhausted." Andrew pointed to the soldiers behind him and continued to say to Luca: "Our soldiers are no longer able to fight, but the enemy is right in front of us. What should we do? What should we do?"

"Retreat." Luca said, "Tell the soldiers to retreat to the fortress. Now is not the time to breathe. We must be prepared to deal with these Vandals in front of us!"

Andrew nodded at Luca and turned to greet the

The soldiers shouted: "Back, back to the fortress, quickly!"

Inside the fortress, the soldiers blocked the city gates with heavy wood and even corpses. The archers had no arrows left to attack the enemy, but fortunately there were still some weapons left by the Alans that could be used. They stood on the fortress with iron swords and spears, staring at the Vandal army in front of them.

"Why are you here, my king!" Diego was on the high ground. He came in front of Gaiseric and saluted hurriedly. He was a little flustered now. After all, Gaiseric was very clear about the current situation.

Gaiseric looked down at the Roman fortress from afar and saw that the soldiers inside were busy strengthening the fortress's defenses. The open gate was closed tightly. God knows what the Romans did to the fortress gate. He, just him, thought that they had missed a lot of opportunities to attack. Anyway, there was plenty of time, so it didn't matter if he waited patiently for a while.

So he lowered his head and looked at Diego who was standing lower. Gaiseric's face was full of contempt. He looked down on this temporary leader appointed by the Alans. It can be seen from everything he did now.

"You are really good at plundering, Mr. Diego." Gaiseric's words were very elegant. It might be because Carthage had too many dealings with Roman nobles, so even his words had changed a little.

"I don't understand, my king." Diego lowered his head. He didn't dare to look into Gaiseric's eyes. He stood there trembling like a child who had made a mistake.

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"Look at what you've done!" Gaiseric pointed at the Roman fortress not far away and the piles of corpses outside the fortress, and angrily scolded Diego: "You really should have joined them in attacking this fortress. Look at what you have done. This is the price you pay for your recklessness!"

Diego was scolded without saying a word. He could only endure it silently and prayed that Gaiseric would not get mad and draw out his iron sword to kill him. Fortunately, Gaiseric did not do that.

"Who is the supreme commander of the Romans defending the city?" Gaiseric asked loudly.

"The soldiers who returned told me that the Roman officer who led them to counterattack wore ancient armor, a wolf-skin cape on his shoulders, and a red tasseled helmet on his head," Diego introduced.

"Orius Luca!" Gaiseric suddenly said the name, and for a moment he felt as if he had been electrocuted. His dull expression made it hard to tell whether he was terrified or excited. He turned his head to look at the fortress, a hint of a cold smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)