Chapter 740 The Lion and the Wolves 4

The roar that broke out from the battle for the Europa Gate and that section of the city wall resounded throughout half of Rome, and the citizens of the entire city of Rome were in panic.

They hid in their houses, always on guard against the rocks falling from the sky that might smash a big hole in their houses.

Especially pregnant women and children. A historian once saw with his own eyes that a stone bullet hit a pregnant woman, and at that moment the baby in her belly was knocked out and flew a hundred feet away.

Although this is a very exaggerated technique, it still allows one to see from the side the power of this weapon and people's fear of it.

The shouts of battle could be heard throughout the streets and even by the clergy in the church.

This also became the reason for their bitter prayers. They mixed with the nobles and prayed hard in the chapel facing the cross of the suffering Saint Jesus, hoping that Saint Jesus would open his eyes and show mercy to them.

"The Lord will hear your prayers and show you mercy. Then, light will shine down from heaven on the city of Rome, the evil Vandals will eventually be driven out, and the glory of God will shine on the eternal city!"

The priest who was preaching led the believers to pray again and again. Even though the shouts of killing were just around the corner, did the Romans have any other way? They thought they were powerless and had no other choice but to pray to God.

Everyone was gazing at the crude crosses placed at the street intersections, praying and yearning silently.

In the Senate's meeting hall, hundreds of senators sat in their seats. They were all well-known figures in Rome. They once had all the power and made decisions in the ancient meeting hall in the city of Rome. But at this time, there was complete silence.

Even if they were extremely wealthy, their gold could not be turned into an army to resist the attacks of the Vandals.

They all lowered their heads, avoiding the sharp gaze on the stage. They were so afraid of the guy sitting on the stage, even though they had been slandering that guy unscrupulously not long ago.

That’s right, that guy was Flavius ​​Luca. The sounds of fighting outside came in sporadically like the sound of rain, bringing a rare commotion to this quiet conference hall.

Luga sat upright on the podium in the conference hall, looking down at all the people, this group of outstanding people of all kinds. His face was full of sarcasm and mockery, and his paleness was mixed with a hint of helplessness.

"Caesar." Senator Odysseus stood behind Luca. He looked at Luca with more anxiety in his eyes. After all, the war was imminent and the Eternal City was in danger.

"Look at the outstanding people of mankind. They are rich and spend countless souls on food, clothing, housing and transportation, but they are not even willing to spend a penny in the face of war."

"They will always have ways to solve these problems. Maybe when they bowed their heads and kept silent, they might be thinking about how to negotiate with Gaiseric at the door." Odysseus shrugged and said helplessly, "When the war ends, the fittest will survive."

"What a strange country!" Luga smiled bitterly, turned around and walked towards the flat stone road outside the meeting hall.

At this moment, Luca felt more lonely than ever before. He had no one around him. He just walked in front of each guard and asked them to stand still to show his respect for Augustus.

Luga came to the street. At this time, the roar of war was no longer the main sound, but the roar and cry brought by chaos.

The stone road underfoot was dotted with the blood of the injured, the streets were lined with injured people, and the dead were covered with random burlap.

Women and their children were standing on the street crying, terrified by the blood and horrific wounds. They stared with wide eyes in horror at the guys who were struggling or already dead on the wheelbarrows.

When Luga passed by them, even the children stopped crying, and everyone looked at this king, the spear of the empire.

I wonder what these silent guys think when they look at Luga.

"Oh my God, for God's sake, save him, save him!"

Another wheelbarrow came over, loaded with several corpses, or rather, half-dead wounded people. Several soldiers gathered around it, pushing the wheelbarrow. They trotted and shouted for help.

But who could save the people lying in the car? The priest? Or God? They knelt down to worship the priest but did not see any miracles.

The crying along the way finally stopped because they saw Luca standing in the middle of the road.

He still looked the same as when he visited Pope Leo, wearing armor and carrying a heavy lion skin.

"Caesar..."

Everyone was stunned where they were. They looked up at Luga. Similarly, Luga stopped and looked at those guys, then at the wounded in the car, his expression lost.

"Caesar, they need help." The leading soldier looked at Luca with tears in his eyes, "He can't just die like this, the battle is still going on!"

"I know, I know!" Luka said absentmindedly, and he turned to make way. "I can't help you, you have to figure it out on your own."

The leading soldier stayed there for a moment, looking at Luga's blank expression. He was silent for a moment, then he lowered his head, pushed the cart of wounded soldiers, passed by Luga, and went to look for other possible assistance.

"What should I do?"

Luga looked at their receding backs in silence, and asked himself more secretly, but he couldn't come up with a good idea.

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Luca lowered his head and looked at his hands, was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, and walked towards the church dejectedly.

"Papa, papa!"

In the chapel, when Leo was leading everyone in prayer, a priest came running in in a panic. He ran through the empty aisle like a gust of wind and came to the place where Leo was under the platform of the Crucifixion of Holy Jesus.

"What's wrong?" Leo looked at the priest with a frown.

"Caesar, Caesar wants you to pray."

"Caesar?" Leo was very surprised to hear the news. After all, in his opinion, Luca was not a very devout believer, although he often beat Rome's enemies in the name of God.

But prayer, well, Luca didn't pray much, and if a decree had to be issued requiring both Augustus and the common people to pray, perhaps this guy would realize the necessity of prayer and make it a habit.

"Defend the gates! Vandal siege engines, defend! Defend!"

On the city wall, a large number of Roman soldiers rushed to the gate tower, holding kerosene barrels and stacking them in the gate tower defense area on the city gate, ready to launch an attack when the Vandal siege vehicles were pushed to the huge gate of Rome.

Behind the city gate, a large number of soldiers came in a line. They stood in a three-sided formation behind the city gate, holding shields and spears. All of them stared at the closed city gate with wide eyes and concentration.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

Roman catapults threw a large number of kerosene barrels into the Vandal army, instantly turning the large area of ​​grassland into a sea of ​​fire.

Thick black smoke rose straight into the sky, turning the clear blue sky above the entire city of Rome into a foggy area, and the burnt smell filled everyone's nostrils.

(End of this chapter)