Chapter 719: The Vandal Revolt

When Cather delivered the instructions from Constantinople to the council hall of Carthage, all the nobles present kept silent and turned their eyes to Gaiseric who was sitting at the top.

After years of decadent life, Gaiseric's body had long been out of shape, but the fat filled his body but did not cover his head.

His fat palms were like bear paws, and he was tightly holding the parchment from Constantinople. His fat body was heaving up and down with anger.

Kessel knew that he had gotten into trouble, and the reason for all this was probably clearly revealed in the contents of the parchment.

"Is this the answer you got for me after running so far and spending so much time?" Gaiseric held the parchment letter in his hand and showed it to Kessel, his tone full of questions.

"Yes, yes, oh, no, no, my king, please listen to my explanation..." Kessel waved at Gaiseric quickly, trying to defend himself.

At this time, Cassell's eyes could no longer focus. His gaze wandered everywhere, and he could even see the surroundings through his peripheral vision. The noble military officers around him looked at Cassell with resentment and murderous eyes. This was not surprising to the Vandals. After all, they only wanted people who could get things done, not those who came back alive and messed things up.

"Listen to my explanation, listen to my explanation, my king!" Kessel still wanted to defend himself. He stretched out his right hand and placed it on his chest. He said to Gaiseric with a solemn face: "Didn't we communicate at the beginning? You also agreed that we could pay so much tribute."

"Oh? Really?"

Gaiseric glanced at the nobles around him, and their eyes were filled with confusion. They looked at Gaiseric as if they were questioning him: Is all this true?

Gaiseric wondered if he acknowledged Kessel at this time, would these nobles think that he was a complete wimp like Kessel.

As mentioned before, although Gaiseric's body was covered with thick fat, his head was free of these greasy and ugly things.

"Are you slandering me?" Gaiseric snorted coldly, looking at Kessel with disdain, "Look at me!"

Gaiseric leaned back and changed to a comfortable position on the seat. He lowered his head and squinted his eyes at Kessel in front of him. "You should know what kind of sin it is to slander me openly!"

Kessel took a deep breath, and stared at Gaiseric and the other nobles present with wide eyes.

"Look at yourself, look at what you brought back!" Gaiserik shouted at Kessel in his duck-like voice, "Not only do we have to pay more tribute than before, but we also have to pay all the tribute that has not been paid before! How can we afford so much tribute?"

Gaiseric became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He raised his hand and threw the parchment letter in his hand at Kessel's feet.

"Damn you! These arrogant Romans!"

Below the stage, the nobles were all filled with righteous indignation. Their rage was soaring that they shouted loudly for revenge!

It seemed as if at this moment, all the resentment that had been accumulated towards the Romans rushed out of every Vandal's body and came out of his mouth. The roar almost overturned the ceiling of the stone meeting hall.

"Arrest him!" Gaiseric pointed his hand at Cassell in front of him and shouted loudly. The angry nobles present seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They rushed forward, tied Cassell up and lifted him above their heads.

"I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything!"

Cather's eyes widened in horror, and he looked around at the other people present, but these nobles did not care about Cather's pitiful appearance. All they had in their eyes was revenge, and they wanted to show their fangs to the Romans once again.

It's time! It's time! It's time to get back at the Romans for all their wrongs!

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

The anger of the Vandals was like a flame that kept jumping in the darkness. They lit a big fire in the square of Carthage, and everyone gathered around the fire, including soldiers, civilians, men and women.

Everyone was shouting for revenge. Everyone's heart seemed to have returned to the original city, the Carthage that was burning with raging flames. The flames extended from the port to the sea. The water was covered with broken planks and overturned ships. The sea was dyed red with blood. Countless corpses, along with the wreckage of warships, were pushed to the river bank by the waves that washed the coast day and night.

Women, crying and carrying their children, tried to find their husbands or eldest sons among the piles of corpses on the river bank. They wailed and cried as they looked at the flames on the sea in the distance.

In the distance, flames were still floating on the sea, and thick smoke was emitted by the fierce burning. The warships were vulnerable in front of the huge warships flying the Laban flag. Warships were constantly torn to pieces, and Vandals kept falling into the water crying.

The young Vandals stood on the river bank, looking at the tragic scene before them, their eyes filled with tears, they gritted their teeth and stared at the fire in the distance, where lives were slipping away all the time, and there were unstoppable Roman warships.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!"

The elderly Vandals knelt on the shore, praying constantly, hoping that their gods would be responsive, but the Vandals were defeated one after another and could not stop the flood-like attack of the Roman coalition forces.

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"Organize, get the remaining soldiers organized!"

"In the city of Carthage, Gaiseric shouted loudly, holding a tattered banner."

Under the city wall, a large number of soldiers gathered together, their armor tattered and rusty, each of them holding a weapon, standing at the feet of their king, looking up and looking at Gaiseric!

"We cannot surrender!" Gaiseric held the flag, his hands were shaking, he clenched his teeth, tears in his eyes.

Many years passed in the blink of an eye, and Gaiseric felt the same feeling as he did at that time. The tragic atmosphere appeared in his heart again, making him unable to calm down for a long time!

"Revenge! Revenge!"

The Vandals roared as they carried the sinner Catel to the blazing bonfire.

"I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!" Cathal realized that he was powerless. He burst into tears and couldn't help shouting at the Vandals present: "Just wait and see, the Romans will come across the sea, and eventually, they will raze Carthage to the ground again, and eventually, none of you will be spared!"

But how could the Vandals listen to the nonsense of this dying madman? They roared and raged and threw Kessel into the fire.

Accompanied by Kessel's screams and the smell of burning, the Vandals gathered in a circle and slapped their chests hard with their right hands, making a dull "boom" sound, which was considered an oath.

(End of this chapter)