Chapter 63 Massacre

"Sir, I'm sorry, I couldn't keep the carriage."

Levi bowed his head, then bowed his body, as if admitting his fault. I was ready to see how Aetius would criticize him and how this damned guy would be so arrogant in front of me in the future. "No, it doesn't matter. No need to be so polite, Levi!"

Aetius slowly opened his mouth and dismounted. What caught his eyes was the mess on the ground. The carriage had been destroyed by the skilled Burgundian barbarians, leaving only the floor. The precious silk cloth inside was scattered all over the ground, torn to pieces by the angry Burgundians. The four horses pulling the carriage were killed and the hungry war mastiff emptied their stomachs. Aetius's face was livid, and he clenched his fists as if trying to restrain his anger.

"Your Mightiness."

Levi called softly. What surprised me was that Aetius, who was already angry, didn't let him relax. If he got upset like this, it would be troublesome if he exploded! It's bad, it's bad. I'm ready to see Levi make a fool of himself.

But what I never expected was that Aetius just sighed, waved his hand at Levi, and said with a smile: "Forget it, forget it, just consider it as being buried with these barbarians!"

"Marshal, do you mean to take no prisoners?"

"Yes!" Aetius answered decisively, "These people are of no use to the legion. Keeping them is just a waste of our bread!"

As he said this, he turned around to look at the soldier who was holding down the prisoner, and waved his hand. The soldiers in charge of the execution immediately understood, and with their left hands they grabbed the Burgundian prisoner's hair and pulled it up violently, forcing them to raise their heads and expose their necks. Then they picked up their long swords with their right hands and placed them on the prisoner's necks, sinking the blades into the flesh and pulling quickly.

"laugh!"

Large amounts of blood gushed out from the necks of the struggling captives. They looked up at the sky in despair and opened their mouths to say something, but no sound came out as blood spurted out from their arteries.

The soldiers let go of their hands, and the captive lost consciousness and fell into the pile of corpses like a sandbag. The first batch was killed, followed by the second batch. At this time, the captives behind cried and trembled constantly. The Burgundians who had brought us fear were now afraid. They cried loudly, and some even struggled to escape, but the Roman soldiers around them were not going to let them escape. Of course, more people wanted to make those who tried to escape completely give up this meaningless idea.

The fate of those who escaped was to be pinned to the ground and beaten until they could not get up. However, this did not save them from being killed. The Roman soldiers cursed and dragged the captives by their legs to the trees beside the road, because there was a rope prepared there. They only needed to put the ring around the neck of the captive who was beaten unconscious, and then they all worked together to lift the unfortunate man into the air. Seeing the dying Burgundian kicking his legs in the air and slowly rolling his eyes, the Romans below laughed so hard that they couldn't close their mouths.

The executioner soldiers could be described as brutal and they now enjoyed killing people. In order to speed up the process, they divided the captives into two groups, one for slitting their throats and the other for hanging, so as not to delay either end.

If I didn't know what hell looked like before, now I can see it much more clearly. Hell is more or less like this, with demons wielding butcher knives and frantically slaughtering people who have no ability to resist, but none of these people are innocent. The long sword cutting throats and the gushing blood made the bloody smell in the air even stronger. I couldn't stand the unbearable stench and reached out to cover my mouth and nose.

“Wow, wow!!”

Fermiou couldn't stand the triple blow of sight, smell and hearing, he fell to his knees, the filth was like a dam that had been opened. He knelt with his hands against his thighs, this action was very strange, he would rather be so tired that he vomited than put his hands on the ground, maybe he didn't dare to touch it because the ground was covered with blood.

"Hey, I say, Fermio."

I shook my crotch, slowly came to his side and squatted down. Oh, this sour smell, the ground was full of almost digested food, and the food eroded by stomach acid had a disgusting sour smell. I quickly stepped back two steps to avoid vomiting. Come on, you vomit, I'll avoid it! The massacre lasted for a whole afternoon. The blood on the ground really made the shield float up, and the trees on both sides of the road were full of corpses.

“Assemble! Assemble!”

"Whoops! Whoops!"

A quick whistle blew, attracting everyone's attention. I turned around and saw that the one blowing the whistle was actually Chief Centurion Guy. The blood covered his face like a mask. If it weren't for the very conspicuous scales, I really wouldn't have recognized him. There were originally five centurions around him, but this time, there were only two centurions on his left and right. He held the legion flag that was also stained with blood.

“Andrew, let’s go over there, that cunning guy asked us to gather together.”

Andrew understood, tightened the cloth tied around his arm, followed me, and trudged forward in the blood-soaked mud, following and joining the gathering of the defeated soldiers. Passing by the bodies lying in disorder one after another, the remaining soldiers of the 14th Twin Legion supported each other and gathered under the legion flag of Chief Centurion Guy.

Guy looked around us, of course, all he could see was the tattered armor and blood all over his body, completely different from the way he looked during the march in the morning. Guy said nothing, and I knew he didn't dare to speak, because he had deceived us. Although he led the only two centuries to bravely attack the Burgundians, he left us alone. But he was silent, not saying a word, and he didn't explain it to us or even mention it.

"Sir!" I didn't want to let this bastard get away with it, so I stood up and faced him.

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Guy turned his eyes to me. He could see that I had something to ask him. He swallowed, and it was hard to tell whether he was expecting or surprised on his blood-stained face.

"Why didn't you tell us the truth?"

I questioned him harshly. At this moment, I didn't care about the difference in rank. Although he was my boss's boss, he had just escaped death, so I didn't care about whether to give him face or not!

(End of this chapter)