Chapter 634 Battle of Chalons 16

One year before the Battle of Chalons, Gaiseric held a grand banquet in the palace of Carthage.

What exactly are they celebrating? What is it about them that won't be celebrated?

After entering the city, they looted everyone from the nobles to the common people and killed all the Romans they wanted to kill. Carthage became their paradise, or in other words, the Romans' hell, a city abandoned by God.

They built their happiness on the suffering of the Romans, just as they had done when the Romans' attacks and oppression suffocated them.

They walked on the ground of Carthage, which was covered with corpse oil, and didn't care at all that the grease from the burning bodies would stain the soles of their shoes or feet.

They thought it was glorious and the most brutal revenge against the Romans. What made them even happier was the helplessness of the Romans on the other side of the sea towards them.

"Where is Africa, once a paradise in the eyes of the world? ... When other provinces admitted their mistakes and corrected them, our city (Carthage) refused to learn the lesson, and was it not severely punished? No one buried the dead, but terrible deaths polluted all the streets and buildings, and the entire city. Think of the crimes we are talking about! Mothers in the house were dragged away as captives, pregnant women were slaughtered, and babies were snatched from the arms of their nannies and thrown to the streets to die. The evil barbarians even ordered the noble ladies who once had a large group of servants to become their lowly slaves. Every day we hear people lamenting that they lost their husbands or fathers in this attack."

The entire proclamation described how the Vandals massacred the Romans in Africa. They described the horror of the massacre vividly, but put all the blame for the war and killing on the Carthaginians themselves.

Who was this to comfort? The wrong authorities? Or the warlords who had their own army? Yes, the Vandals, what was there not to celebrate? The Romans had no way to deal with them, and the only threat was Flavius ​​Luca, this crazy guy who targeted them everywhere, tried every means to alienate and divide them and try to retake Africa.

But God cursed him, preventing him from setting foot on the land of Africa, and the endless wars and new events made him too busy to take care of himself. He had to put aside the matter of punishing the Vandals in such an endless war.

Yes, just as Aetius supported the decision to stop the attack on Greater Sicily, Flavius ​​Luca also disappointed the people of Western Rome, even though Morobotius once wrote a hymn for Luca.

"May he not speak for war, but make it. May he return to his past victorious fortunes. May his trophies and glory not mislead him, may his passion for gold not force him to succumb to endless worries. May his fighting spirit be praised, may his sword, forgetting the blood of Great Sicily, shed the blood of his enemies anew. May he be invincible, noble and philanthropic."

Luca had tried to do this, but he did give up. Regardless of the reason, the result was like this, unchangeable and full of irony.

Yes, the Vandals, what reason did they have not to celebrate? They plundered the Romans wantonly, enjoying wine and bread openly, and after consolidating Carthage, Gaiseric led his nobles to plunder the estates of the surrounding Roman nobles and took them for themselves.

Yes, they completely occupied this paradise.

The banquet was filled with the laughter of men and women. The noble ladies of Rome, who had always been high and mighty, had to sit on the legs of the barbarians they had always despised, chatting and laughing with them, and drinking the wine brewed by their husbands. They could only smile in response to the barbarians' wanton behavior and rude behavior.

They use this as a reason to live, to linger on. This is the fate of losers. Perhaps they will long for the return of the Roman army in the north to liberate them, but no one knows who will be willing to take these "noble bodies" tainted by the mortal world.

I only saw the huge wooden door outside the hall being slowly opened, followed by a series of hurried footsteps, but these sounds were as faint as mosquito buzzes compared to the laughter in the hall.

All he saw was a man in a barbarian robe walking around the chaos and coming straight to Gaiseric.

Gaiseric's guards seemed to know this guy. When he strode closer, they did not stop him but let him pass. The guy came to Gaiseric and whispered something in his ear.

The smile on Gaiseric's face froze, replaced by seriousness and shock.

"Is what you said absolutely true?"

"Yes, my king, I will guarantee it with my life."

"This is really great news!"

Gaiseric snorted coldly, then stood up and waved to the guy who brought the news, indicating him to follow.

Then, Gaiseric was seen coming to the back garden of the palace. There was no one there, which was a perfect place to talk about things that could not be discussed in public.

"Flavius ​​Luca has become the Augustus of the Romans. This is really great news!" Although Gaiseric said good things, his pacing showed that he was uneasy at the moment.

"Well, now no one can restrain Flavius ​​Luca. How can this guy be so lucky!" Gaiseric paced and thought secretly in his heart. Suddenly he stopped and looked at the guy behind him who brought him this bad news and asked, "What? Is this all? There is nothing else? For example, what is the attitude of the Eastern Roman Empire towards the newly established Augustus?"

"It looks like they have all surrendered." The messenger shrugged and said helplessly, "Yes, my king. You know, Flavius ​​Luca was not so friendly when he entered Constantinople. Others saw it. After all, he was the only one in the world who could capture Constantinople."

"Constantinople!" Gaiseric laughed dumbly, "This way no one can restrict Augustus's decision. He might even reorganize an expeditionary force to drown us in the sea!"

"I'm afraid that's the case, my king."

Gaiseric turned around and glared at the messenger, but when he realized that he had said something he shouldn't have, he lowered his head tactfully.

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"But we are not without other options, my king." The messenger continued, "It is said that Valentinian's sister, the princess of the Western Roman Empire, proposed to Attila and offered half of the Western Roman Empire as a dowry. Of course, Attila gladly accepted it!"

"Really?" Upon hearing the news, Gaiseric's slightly dim eyes suddenly brightened up again. He turned around and stared at the messenger with wide eyes.

"It is true, my king, that Attila is now challenging Valentinian to release the imprisoned Hedolia."

"So where is Hedolia?"

"I'm not sure about that, my king. I'm afraid Attila doesn't know where Hedolia is either."

"That's good!" Gaiseric laughed faintly in the darkness, and then said: "This is really a blessing from God that allows us to survive!"

While smiling, Gaiseric walked up to the messenger and whispered to him, "I need you to deliver a letter for me now."

"to whom?"

"Attila!" Gaiseric said this name that the world feared fiercely, and even the messenger couldn't help but tremble when he heard it.

(End of this chapter)