Chapter 600: Retreat

Andrew followed a group of embarrassed soldiers, supporting each other and passing by Luca on both sides. He paused beside Luca for a moment, raised his head and looked at Luca, his eyes full of gratitude.

But he was so dusty and dirty now that Luga didn't recognize him at all, so it was no wonder that Luga stared at him intently.

After the last soldier returned to the city gate, Luca whispered to Frederick, "I look forward to seeing you again. Now, take your lackeys and get out of my sight!"

After saying that, before Frederick could nod, Luca suddenly raised his hand and pushed Frederick away.

Frederick lunged forward a few steps and fell to the ground. The heavy fall and the tearing of his wounds made him feel extremely painful. The guards beside him hurriedly came up to help him up. When he turned around, he saw Luca being escorted back to the city gate by his guards. The city gate slowly closed, leaving Frederick staring at the closed gate.

"Back off and keep an eye on them!"

Frederick held tightly in his left hand the weapon that Luca had used to plot against him. He raised his head and stared at the towering city wall and the golden gate in front of him, thinking that he must not let this man who had repeatedly humiliated him die a horrible death.

"Caesar, Caesar!"

Back in the city, Andrew ran over to Luga. He was covered in mud and didn't look like a commander at all.

He lowered his head and said nothing, as if waiting for Luca's scolding for this failure.

"You are really careless, my friend." Unexpectedly, Luca did not get angry, but patted Andrew's dirty shoulder and said, "Go, go back and see how much the soldiers have lost. We will set off immediately, the situation has changed!"

At night, in the pitch darkness, the gates of Treville were opened, and a large number of cavalry poured out of the city, holding torches to light the way to the south. At this time, a large number of citizens slowly walked out of the city gates in carriages. Although it seemed silent, the torches became stars fallen to the earth, and they were particularly dazzling even a mile away.

The Alemanni would not give up just because of the day's actions, so they immediately sent out their troops, and even the wounded Frederick had to endure the pain and personally lead the troops. He was eager to take revenge.

After all, the space illuminated by torches was limited, and it could be said that the scattered cavalry dispersed the defensive forces. This was easy to do against the wild beasts lurking in the mountains and forests, but for the Alemanni who were lying in ambush and wanting to attack, such a force was better than nothing.

The line stretched for nearly two or three kilometers. It seemed that the citizens of Augusta-Treville were planning to move out in such a short time.

After passing the first few teams that served as bait, the Romans found that they were not attacked, so they hoped for the best and went out in large numbers, hoping to reach Sequanorum before dawn.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

A large number of javelins and axes flew out from the darkness, attacking the defenseless citizens and the cavalry on guard.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

People kept falling off their horses, and the citizens in the carriages were looking around with lingering fear.

"Be on guard! Be on guard!"

Seeing this, the surviving cavalry immediately called out to each other, drew their iron swords, and threw torches into the bushes not far away.

“Wuwuwu——”

The long horn was particularly harsh in the silent night sky. At this moment, the woods on both sides were shaking, and the roar of the barbarians suddenly sounded like thunder.

“Boom…”

A large number of footsteps sounded from both sides. The civilians in the middle of the road were terrified. The women in the carriage hugged each other tightly and screamed loudly. The timid men jumped off the carriage. No matter whether they went forward or backward, they would just run away desperately.

"Defense! Defense!"

The cavalry officers shouted loudly, and the accompanying infantry formed a shield wall in groups of ten.

“Boom…”

The Alemanni who swarmed in, holding their swords and axes high and roaring loudly, charged into the shield wall formed by the Roman soldiers. There were so many of them that they could really be said to be everywhere. Wherever there were torches, there were Alemanni.

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

The Alemanni roared and madly slaughtered all the Romans they saw. They overturned the carriages and chopped down the resisting cavalrymen and their horses.

Although the Roman infantry accompanying the escort tried their best, they could not withstand the huge numbers of the barbarians. It can be said that they were like a weak wall that was submerged in the surging flood.

"Hahaha! Kill! Kill! Kill all these damn Romans!"

Frederick was now laughing wildly outside the woods. He was enjoying the fruits of victory that were within his reach. He was secretly betting in his heart that Flavius ​​Luca had not left the city.

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After a bloody battle, the defeated Romans were forced to retreat back to the city. At dawn, Frederick sat on an overturned carriage in the middle of the battlefield, looking around at the corpses with an admiring attitude. It was as if watching them lying motionless and becoming food for wild beasts and crows made him forget his own pain.

The pleasure of revenge made him want to laugh instead of cry. If he were to cry, there would be others who would cry.

"Look at this. These civilized bastards all died because of my phone and turned into slowly decaying corpses." Then, he turned around and looked at Augusta Treville who was nearby, sneering and saying, "Of course, the next one is you, Flavius ​​Luca."

At dusk the next day, soldiers stationed in a watchtower a few kilometers outside the city of Reims discovered a large crowd of people appearing on the northern road. Soldiers were mixed with civilians, and everyone looked tired. They looked closely and saw that the leading cavalry was holding the Roman Labran flag. When they approached, they realized that this was Augustus' army.

"We are finally here. This is all like a terrifying nightmare." At this point, Luga breathed a sigh of relief and called on the soldiers to speed up.

“Haha, look at how scared they were. I bet that this lesson has completely stopped the Romans from running away. They will definitely choose to tremble in this so-called solid city wall, waiting for us to break through, and then start a massacre!”

Frederick was talking to his soldiers, "Just think about it, fields of gold, and villas where nobles live. Once we go in, everything will belong to us. Let's enjoy it!"

Amid cheers, Frederick walked into the open gate of the camp. Only then did he feel something strange. He raised his head and shouted to the guards on the watchtower: "Hey, what are you doing? Why are you leaving the gate open? Aren't you afraid that the Romans will attack? Oh, damn it, even though the Romans won't come, they are just frightened poultry!"

But at this point, the person who stuck his head out was actually wearing a Roman helmet, which made Frederick a little confused. It was not until the soldier standing on the watchtower raised the javelin that he suddenly realized it!

"The Romans! The Romans are here!"

He shouted loudly and the soldiers immediately became alert.

"when!"

The javelin that fell from above stuck firmly into the raised shield of the soldier closest to Frederick.

(End of this chapter)