Chapter 558 Then

Hearing this news, it was like being struck by lightning. Luga's head went blank and he stood there in a daze.

The bad news was like a pair of powerful hands pressing down on Luca's shoulders, and like torturing a prisoner, it tied him tightly to the chair under his crotch, making him unable to move.

"Are the soldiers in the tunnel okay? I've pushed a hundred men into the tunnel!"

"They are all dead. The Greeks poured kerosene into the tunnel and set it on fire. They were all burned to death. Now the thick smoke is coming out of the entrance."

"That means they are doomed to die."

Luca said this calmly, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment. It turned out that the Greeks had known about the existence of this tunnel for a long time, so they pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretending that they knew nothing about what was happening. But behind the scenes, they knew more than anyone else.

"The Greeks have deceived us and made us pay a heavy price. We must pay back to them and make them feel the pain!" Andrew, who was standing aside, was indignant. He hated the cruelty of the Greeks. Even if he captured these poor defenseless people and showed off to Luga the next morning, it would be better than wiping them out in an extremely cruel way.

Luga strongly agreed with Andrew's proposal. His eyes were cold and the whites of his black pupils were full of bloodshot.

No matter who it was, as long as they saw Luca's eyes, they would imagine that the sergeant was surrounded by anger at this time. The soldiers around him who inadvertently caught a glimpse of Luca's expression could not help but tremble, because no one dared to imagine what Luca, who was wrapped in anger, would do to these Greeks who offended his majesty.

"I think it's time to attack them, Andrew. You are right. These guys who don't know pain seem to have forgotten how I led them to resist Attila." As Luga spoke, he polished the hilt of the sword in his hand, making a dull "rustling" sound.

Karma is a matter of karma. Although Luca acted first, Marcian's murder meant declaring war, and no amount of rhetoric-filled letters or friendly smiles could solve the problem.

The result is often a life-and-death struggle between victory and submission.

Under cover of night, Luga's soldiers dug out the water pipes of Dyrrachium at the exact location indicated.

Equally angry soldiers chiseled open the lead-covered water pipes and filled them with dirt until no more dirty water mixed with mud flowed out of the pipes.

The siege engineers were also busy all the time, they repaired the trebuchets and coated each stone egg with kerosene and wrapped it in a grass coat, which allowed the flames to burn fully, and it was a devastating blow to the temporary wooden buildings in Dyrrachium.

It is hard to imagine the combat mobilization capabilities of the Luga army. After the first ray of sunlight appeared in the direction of Asia, when everything was hazy, it was the time when people regained their vision.

In Luga's army, every soldier had red eyes. They had not slept all night, but still endured the fatigue and pushed the catapults to the outside of the city wall of Dyrrachium.

"The army of Western Rome, the army of Western Rome!"

The sudden attack was like a shot of adrenaline, sweeping away the fatigue of the night for the Thracian field soldiers who were drowsy on the city wall. They called out to each other and blew warning horns.

Marcian was probably awakened from his sweet dream by the horn. He didn't care whether his armor was complete or not. He just put on his breastplate and hurriedly climbed up the city wall.

All he could see was the Luga army below, as vast as a tsunami on the ocean, appearing in front of Marcian in a dark mass.

"What are they doing?"

Marcian murmured, perhaps he still didn't understand what his subordinates had done.

"Yesterday the Romans tried to infiltrate our city through the tunnels, but we stopped them." The officer behind him reported truthfully. His words were even a little excited. His words sounded more like seeking credit than just a report.

"And what about the Romans coming from the West?"

"We gave them a powerful counterattack, but we were just surprised that there were such loyal guys in Luga's army."

"So you gave them what they deserved."

"You may say so, my Lord."

"So, Flavius ​​Luca, the adopted son of the former Augustus, attacked because he couldn't save face?"

"It is undeniable, sir, that Luca seems very angry this time."

"We have to admit that he is really a warrior. At least when he was fighting against the Sassanids, he was able to turn the tide. It was indeed an extraordinary feat. Think about his glorious military exploits. We may be facing a general who is unparalleled in the world."

In Luca's army, facing the stubborn defenders of Dyrrachium, according to convention, the rule is to ask one's Roman compatriots whether they intend to resist.

But Luca didn't intend to do so. Seeing that the siege troops behind him were ready, he immediately turned around and shouted to the officer who was delivering the message: "Don't waste any more time. I can't wait to witness the grand sight of the fire burning in this damn city."

"Load! Load!"

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The officer commanding the catapults shouted to the engineer soldiers, who hurriedly set the stones on fire and, at the officer's command, fired a volley of arrows at the city of Dyrrachium.

After the roar, as expected, a raging fire broke out in the city. Soon the flames grew rapidly, like a devouring beast, gnawing at the houses unscrupulously, making crackling sounds.

Looking at the flaming stone eggs flying over his head, he turned around and saw that both the soldiers and citizens in the city of Dyrrachium were taking action and using buckets of water to put out the flames which had not yet become unstoppable.

Marcian always felt incredible. He couldn't help but say, "It's really funny. If they want to attack the city, they must capture the city wall. But look at their stones. None of them are aimed at the city wall. Are they going to set fire to the whole of Dyrrachium and turn it into ashes?"

"My Lord! My Lord!"

As he was saying this, a young soldier hurried up to Marcian, who was now on the wall. He was so hurried that he was out of breath and said to Marcian, "Sir, sir, there is no water, no water!"

"What are you saying?" Marcian was a little confused. This young guy didn't seem to know how to explain it to him, so he simply pulled him to the water pipe in the city.

Because of the fire fighting, the citizens consumed too much water, but the water pipes did not flow out a steady stream of water as they expected.

The water tank was almost empty, but the fire in front of him was less than half extinguished.

"The Western Romans must have discovered our water pipes and destroyed them, so they burned our city wantonly in an attempt to make us squander our last bit of water."

Despair was written all over the faces of the people who suddenly realized what was happening, because water was needed to put out the fire before their eyes, but there was no water, and they couldn't let the fire continue to burn!

Marcian bit his lip tightly. He was at his wit's end. He didn't know how to solve this problem. He knelt on the ground, made the sign of the cross on his chest facing the sky, and chanted: "Lord, save us! Save us!"

(End of this chapter)