Chapter 465 New Pattern

"Cavalry, which army are they from?" Gaiseric muttered to himself, standing on tiptoe, stretching his neck and staring with wide eyes in the direction of the dark mass in the distance.

In the past, Gaiseric had always been proud of his good eyesight. He often boasted to others that he could see a sparrow thousands of meters away, and even its flight trajectory in the air. He was always the first to see the allies or enemies coming from afar, and inform his soldiers in the shortest time to make the best decision in the shortest time. However, this time his good eyesight did not bring him what he was happy to see, because it allowed him to see at the first time that this cavalry who came from afar was wearing all kinds of strange armor and was a completely pieced-together mercenary army. But even so, the dragon head flag fluttering in the wind in the hands of the flag-bearing cavalryman at the head of them was particularly dazzling. That was the symbol of the Roman army. Such a seemingly miscellaneous mercenary army turned out to be Romans. Such a large number made Gaiseric, who had just been emphasizing the advantage in numbers, shut up and was ashamed.

"Damn it!" Gaiseric looked at the cavalry approaching slowly from a distance, and suddenly he was as depressed as a deflated balloon. His eyes were lifeless, as if all his anger and his determination to give up were shattered in an instant. "That's good, it just fits my idea. When I led the army here, I never thought that I would have reinforcements."

What kind of self-consolation is this? I'm afraid Gaiseric himself didn't even think about why he said this. He was extremely depressed, and he stabbed the sword hard beside his feet, holding the hilt with both hands, lowered his head, and bit his lower lip tightly.

"Huneric, my son!" He bit his lips so hard that his not-so-sharp teeth broke them, and the bright red blood flowed out slowly, flowing down his beard that was like a spear. This was the closest distance he thought to Huneric, but even so close, it was still so far away.

His eyes turned red, and it was not difficult to see that he was suffering from unimaginable torture in his heart. At this time, two double images appeared in his mind. One was an outstanding commander and strategist, who could always command thousands of troops at the most critical moment, and always appeared when the enemy least expected it, catching him off guard. The other was a strategist who knew how to give and take, and was always at ease when playing with the corrupt Roman Senate, often saving his life at the most critical moment. But on the other hand, he was a failed and destitute father. In order to survive, he had to use his son as a political bargaining chip, and now he wanted to make up his mind to take him back, but Luca and Diego in front of him once again shattered his dream.

"My king!" A brave noble swallowed his saliva and stood up, looking at Gaiseric's distraught back, "Leave while you can still walk."

The other noble officers all looked at Gaiseric. They wanted to know what choice this outstanding commander, smooth politician, and stubborn father would make.

"If I choose to leave, I will be further away from Huneric. However, I still have a chance. But if I continue like this, my head and body will be separated." Gaiseric muttered to himself, his heavy tone seemed to be excused for himself, and he could only excuse himself in this way.

"Retreat, tell all the soldiers, let's go!" Gaiseric gritted his teeth and swung the iron sword in his hand hard onto the ground more than 20 meters away from him.

“Bang!”

The iron sword slammed heavily on the ground, and the dull sound was like a long and helpless sigh.

Everyone watched the sword fall in silence, and no one picked it up. The officers pretended to be quite helpless and turned around to order the bugler to blow the retreat bugle, and then they all packed up and prepared to retreat.

The Vandals blew the horn of retreat, which relieved the soldiers who were still struggling on the front line. The soldiers gave up fighting and turned around and ran like migrating cattle. This was not surprising, because their fighting spirit was already shaky. The officers indulged the soldiers' escape, and some officers even fled with the soldiers.

The officers led the horses and helped Gaiseric mount them, and then left the battlefield as quickly as possible under the escort of the cavalry. In an instant, the entire Vandal army formation collapsed like a collapsed building.

The Alan cavalry, along with the Roman cavalry, re-entered the battlefield and charged into the chaotic formation of the Vandals. The originally evenly matched battle turned into a one-sided massacre, with a large amount of blood and corpses left behind almost every step the Vandal army took.

"Archers! Archers!"

Gaiseric shouted and ordered the archers to suppress the Alans and Roman cavalry in front of him, and asked them to stop chasing. At this time, in order to retain the groups of infantry as much as possible, Gaiseric even sent cavalry to charge back at the Roman and Vandal cavalry.

An endless stream of arrows fell from the sky and landed on the attacking Roman cavalry formation. With arrows on top and the Vandal cavalry charging in front of them, Luca's army and Diego's army had no choice but to stop their attack.

"Gaiseric! You will only run away in disgrace, as you did in Palermo and as you do here now." Luca pointed his sword at the dust left by Gaiseric's escape and cursed loudly, but Gaiseric could not hear him.

The battle on the Via Augusta finally ended, and the panicked Vandals fled back to Carthage by boat. However, they were attacked by the Phalaenopsis Fleet and the Coral Fleet on the way. Countless terrified Vandal soldiers died on the seabed before returning home.

The victory completely broke the alliance between the Vandals and the Alans, and the Alans led by Diego returned to the land they had illegally occupied, which was now recognized by Luca, and stipulated in the name of Roman allies that they would fulfill their obligations if there was a call for war. Of course, Diego was very happy to do so, after all, what he longed for was stability, and now Luca gave it to him.

After a month and a half of trekking, Fitanius and his envoys returned to Ravenna, but what he brought back was not the tax but the victory report of Luca. The Purple Chamber had no choice but to focus on Gaiseric, who had just suffered a humiliating defeat. Because victory needs to be used flexibly, the Purple Chamber and the Senate used Luca's victory to put forward more stringent conditions to Gaiseric. This time, the Vandals did not have to hand over the Roman land they occupied, but had to pay a huge war reparations for intimidating the Purple Chamber and betraying the treaty of alliances.

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Luca managed to keep the right to control the taxes in his jurisdiction with great difficulty, but this was questioned by the Senate. Luca had to withstand the pressure brought by so much criticism and restore the army to prepare for the campaign against the Suebi. Winter turned to spring, and it was already 447. As time went by, Luca became more and more uneasy. After all, he did not follow Theodosius' will to garrison the Rhine Line. At this time, the Huns must have invaded Dacia and Macedonia.

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