Chapter 462: Defection

"I am a warrior, not a bandit!" Diego said it over and over again in his heart, but the words kept repeating in his ears, and he remembered that night and that arrogant and contemptuous look.

These things that were enough to drive Diego crazy were vivid in his mind and clear in his ears. It was like a hand with long claws tightly grasping his heart, and then each past event was like the sharp nails on the claws, piercing into his heart mercilessly and fiercely, making Diego feel like he was dying.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, as if the hand was constantly kneading his heart. He covered his chest with his left hand, and the more uncomfortable he felt, the angrier he became. He wished that Gaiseric would pay the price. He had wanted to kill Gaiseric more than once, and the most recent time was just to stab Gaiseric's heart with a dagger he had hidden from behind. It was just that Gaiseric turned his head suddenly at that time, so he didn't continue. Fortunately, Gaiseric didn't notice any clues, otherwise he really wouldn't have gotten such an opportunity.

"Do you want to kill him?" Luca asked Diego, "If you want to kill him, then attack him from behind, which is the most vulnerable part of his sight, and then kill him!"

This was a clear path, at least the one Luca pointed out to him. Diego looked in the direction Luca's finger was pointing, only to see the Vandals who were getting farther and farther away and constantly attacking Mateorius. They were already eager to devour this small army of 3,000 people.

"Stop! Stop!" The infantrymen were still fighting each other frantically, and it was difficult to tell who would win. At this time, Diego raised his arms and shouted. He was indeed charismatic. Through word of mouth among the soldiers, the order was quickly conveyed, and the entire Alan army stopped under Diego's order.

"What guarantees do you have?" When the entire army fell silent, Diego turned around and asked Luca, "You are vulnerable now. Your attack is completely suicidal. Besides, why do you believe me and think that I will cooperate with you instead of killing you?"

"With your hatred for Gaiseric, Diego." Luca puffed out his chest, appearing fearless, "You will get everything you want, land, dignity, yes, you can get everything. Don't forget how Gaiseric treated you. Although you can't replace his position, you can protect your own."

Diego said nothing, but Luca could hear a tremor in his voice. Yes, he was moved. But he was still very nervous. After all, he didn't want to be as stupid as he was before. If the greatest enemy of the Romans was defeated, would he be the next one?

"You, I will let you go only after the war is over, no, after we get what we want!" Diego pretended to be calm and said viciously.

"As you wish, Mr. Diego." Luca saluted slightly, then called to Andrew behind him and said, "I can't leave my friend now, now you come to reorganize the legion and follow the footsteps of the Alans." Then Luca turned around and looked at Diego in front of him, "Then let me see your sincerity, Mr. Diego. After all, we help each other. If we succeed, you will be Augustus' most loyal and respected ally."

"Then we must agree in advance on what you plan to bring to impress me."

"Okay, okay!" Luca shook his head helplessly, pointed to the west, and said to Diego: "Go west from Malaca to Cordoba. The place where you see the endless ocean is your land to the south. Of course, there is not only that, but also the land illegally occupied by the Suebi. As long as you take it back, we will provide you with money and manpower. Wherever you go, it will be your land. Of course, I mean, as for the land occupied by the Suebi and Goths, how much you can take is yours."

"As you wish." Diego knew that Luca was using him to kill someone, but the benefits were self-evident. Such a generous reward was much better than Gaiseric giving nothing and mocking him from time to time. Diego was also worried. After all, he was guilty at this time. He wanted to kill Gaiseric many times, but fortunately he didn't see it or didn't care when he saw it.

This time he planned to end the battle in an open and aboveboard manner. After all, the strength of the Romans and his own ability were combined! He turned around, raised his weapon high and shouted to the soldiers behind them: "Now, I have reached an agreement with the Romans. As long as we can defeat the traitors, we will have enough land for us to gallop and feed the rest of our people!"

"call!"

The Alans raised their weapons, shouted loudly, and followed Diego to rush towards the back of the Vandals.

"Huh? Diego actually defeated the Romans?" Hearing the Alans' shouts, Gaiseric felt a little bit unbelievable in his heart. He thought secretly in his heart: It seems that Diego is a guy with some abilities. If the Alans see his abilities after this war, then my situation will be somewhat precarious.

As he thought about it, a cold light flashed in Gaiseric's eyes, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant. "No, at least they are still friends."

"Where are our soldiers, where are our soldiers?" After a fierce fight, the 3,000 mercenaries under Mateolius were killed and blood was flowing all over their bodies. They were panting, their hands and feet were filled with lead, and they had no power to resist the endless stream of Vandals in front of them.

But they heard the roar of the Alans behind the Vandals, and they roughly understood that Luca and his men must have fallen into a slump. Seeing that victory was slim, the morale of the soldiers dropped to the lowest point for a while.

"Where is our sergeant-in-chief, our sergeant-in-chief!"

The soldiers kept shouting and retreating. Seeing their front line getting smaller and smaller, Mateorius became extremely anxious.

"Luga, Luga! You damned bastard!" Mateolius cursed in his heart. He got back on his horse and prepared to escape in the face of a great defeat.

"Hey, welcome, my friends!"

The Vandal's follow-up troops turned around and saw the Alans running towards them. Since they were friendly troops, they naturally put down their weapons and raised their hands to welcome them. However, as they got closer, they found that there was no smile on the Alans' faces. They all had red eyes staring at them, and there were even Romans among them.

"What's going on?" The Vandals wondered, but at this critical moment, groups of Alans rushed over, and they used their galloping horses to slam open the Vandal formation. They raised their weapons high and roared, and slaughtered the Vandals who had no time to pick up their weapons.

"The Alans have betrayed! The Alans have betrayed!" The exclamations of the Vandals soon reached Gaiseric's ears. He turned around in surprise, only to see the Alans raising their weapons high and slaughtering the Vandal soldiers who were fleeing in panic.

"Diego! Damn you, traitor!" Gaiseric cursed loudly, but it was of no avail. Such shouts could not stop the Alans from killing.

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"Romans! Forward! Forward!" Andrew commanded groups of Roman soldiers, like a thick city wall, rumbling forward into the Vandal army. The Vandals were already in chaos, they could not tell who the enemy was, and facing the Roman army they could only retreat step by step.

“Wuwuwu——”

When the Romans sounded the horn of attack, not only the Vandals, but even Mateolius's face was filled with surprise. He saw that the Vandals in front of him stopped attacking and turned their weapons to their backs. It seemed that they were ambushed from behind.

"Haha, Luca, I told you, I told you!" Mateolius laughed wildly, jumped off his horse, drew his iron sword and walked to the front row of soldiers, "See? Our soldier captain is over there, attack with him!"

"call!"

The soldiers under Mateolius roared like hungry wolves, raised their shields and rushed forward, slamming into the Vandal army that had stopped attacking them.

(End of this chapter)