Chapter 476 Siege 4

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the gate of Thessalonica shook and dust fell like a waterfall. The Roman soldiers lined up behind the gate took two steps back in shock. Their centurions ordered them to put their shields together to form a shield wall.

Everyone was looking at the cracked city wall and the city gate that was groaning under the constant impact.

"Hold on, don't get confused, hold the line, believe me, it will be fine!" The leading centurion was struggling to maintain the morale of the soldiers, although they were also sweating profusely and their voices were trembling. Just watching the banging of the city gate and the roar of the barbarians outside the city gate, the most primitive fear disturbed everyone's heart.

"They realized that the city gate could not hold." Areopindes stared at the city wall in a daze, and then said to Luga: "Your soldiers are wavering. Most of them are just a group of civilians who have only received simple training. Look at how panicked they are. My God, my God, you can't imagine how crazy you were when you did such a thing." After that, Areopindes let out a creepy laugh. The destruction in front of him had just begun.

Countless flying stones fell from the sky like falling stars, trailing long black smoke, landing on houses and streets, instantly piercing the tiled roofs, and the burning flames ignited the blankets and other flammable items in the house. So the whole city in front of us was on fire, and the fire continued to spread in the city, but no one went to put it out. Everyone was eager to deal with the enemies in front of them, and their number was too large.

On the streets, a large number of women and children were crying and running aimlessly. With the soldiers coming and going, the streets were in chaos. Soldiers and panicked civilians were twisted together like ropes. The men's curses and the women's screams and cries, the sounds that foreshadowed the end of the world, came into people's ears all at once, which inevitably made people feel despair in their hearts.

Missionaries held the Bible in their hands and comforted the soldiers and civilians passing by, trying to soothe their hearts with God.

"Choose the merciful God to have mercy on you, and the Lord will give you strength so that swords cannot hurt your flesh and the threats of the barbarians cannot shake your hearts!" The priest took out all the holy oil in the church and mixed it into a large basin of water. He kept muttering to himself, dipped his hands directly into the water and patted the foreheads of the soldiers in front of him who were preparing to go to the battlefield, so that they could fight calmly.

But this was easier said than done. The soldiers were just civilians who had received a brief training. They wore simple leather armor, and were not even as good as the Huns' vassal troops outside the city. Under the blessing of the priest, they closed their eyes and prayed to God over and over again. At this moment, they were all devout believers. I am afraid that the piety of a true saint is no more than this.

The chaotic crowd crowded at the southern gate of Thessalonica, where they were blocked by the soldiers guarding the gate. Both soldiers and officers knew that if they came to the gate, not only civilians but perhaps more soldiers would disguise themselves and hide in the chaotic crowd to escape, and the escape of the soldiers would have a huge impact on morale.

The crying of the child was drowned out by the roar of the soldiers. Indeed, the Hun army was like an uncontrollable disaster, using its powerful destructive power to torture Thessalonica beyond recognition. The soldiers were still struggling, they were just lambs struggling in the mouth of wolves. When people encounter danger, their first thought is to run away. Everyone present wanted to escape from Thessalonica and continue to run south to a place where the Huns could not reach.

"Look at these poor guys, holding the cross and praying and trembling. Luga, what can you use to resist Attila? What can you use?" Areobinders asked Luga while laughing. He must be crazy to become like this.

Luca sat aside without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the city wall, where Romans and barbarians were fighting each other. The blood had dyed the stones red. The blood flowed down the stone walls of the city wall, dripping drop by drop and dyeing the helmets of the Roman soldiers standing under the wall red. They could not retreat, and could only climb up the wall one after another and join the fight.

Andrew dodged left and right with a Spada iron sword in hand, but it was difficult for him to kill the enemy because he had to use too much force in his hands. He couldn't help but smile bitterly because his sore arms made him too weak to lift the "heavy" Spada iron sword in his hands. The chaos on the city wall was worse than he had imagined.

"Luka! Luka!"

Andrew walked forward, calling out Luca's name, because in his last memory, Luca was still on the city wall, and he had no idea that Luca had left the city wall a long time ago. But as a brother who had shared weal and woe and a loyal captain of the guard, he should have stayed by Luca's side.

He passed through the chaotic pile of soldiers, his steps were slow but he never stopped. Because the stone slabs under his feet were slippery due to blood, he took every step carefully, but after a few steps, he stopped because in front of him there was a barbarian soldier holding an iron-clad stick in both hands, staring at him with red eyes.

This guy has become a bloody man, and with the bloody iron rod, God knows how many people have had their heads blown up by his iron rod. Similarly, this strong man breathes in and out through his thick nostrils, enjoying the bloody smell in the air. His every move tells Andrew that this guy is not easy to mess with! He found Andrew and didn't mind making Andrew the next soul to die under his rod.

"Oh no!" Andrew was suddenly shocked when he saw the sturdy man holding an iron rod in both hands, knocking away all those who blocked his way, and charging towards him with overwhelming momentum.

"roar!"

The barbarian roared, raised the iron rod in his hands above his head, and smashed it down towards Andrew. Andrew did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly raised the Spada iron sword in his hand to resist.

"when!"

The iron rod smashed down and collided with the Spada iron sword. The impact force made Andrew, whose hands were already weak, unable to hold the Spada iron sword in his hands. He howled, and the iron sword slipped out of his hand, landing on the bloody stone slab at his feet with a clang.

"Haha, let's see what you can use to resist, damn little thing!" The barbarian screamed and raised the iron rod in his hand again. Andrew saw that it was not good, but he had no weapons or shields that could stop the barbarian's attack. He could only retreat again and again, constantly dodging the iron rod swung by the strong man.

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The barbarians attacked repeatedly, and Andrew dodged again and again, and retreated to the edge of the city wall.

"Die! Die! Die!" The barbarian roared and raised his iron rod. Andrew hurriedly stepped back, but his right foot stepped on a corpse, causing his center of gravity to be unstable and he fell backwards. The barbarian's iron rod did not fall down, but Andrew fell from the wall with his head raised, and he did not even have time to scream.

(End of this chapter)