Chapter 742: The Lion and the Wolves 6

The Vandals’ attack horns once again spread throughout the battlefield outside the city. For a moment, their roars were enough to make the earth tremble.

They rushed towards the city wall under dense arrows and extremely dangerous crossbows, supporting those guys who were gradually becoming exhausted by the fierce counterattack.

Then they saw ladders erected on the walls of Rome. They felt that the siege towers were not fast enough, and everyone was eager to attack the walls of Rome and then cross this huge, indestructible barrier.

"Huneric, my child, my child!"

Gaiseric stood on the battlefield in the rear, holding his sword in both hands, looking at the surging human sea that was constantly hitting the tall walls of Rome.

Countless stone bombs fell from the sky with flames, turning the western part of Rome and the green land outside the city into scorched earth.

"This is for you, my child!" Gaiseric looked at the battlefield where lives were constantly slipping away. His eyes turned into frost and he watched everything coldly.

Yes, the Vandals suffered a lot from the Roman catapults and ballistae and paid a heavy price, but he didn't care because the Romans paid a greater price than they did.

"boom……"

The sound of violent burning continued, and the flames were like a terrifying monster opening its huge mouth from hell to swallow the entire siege tower.

Vandal soldiers with flames all over their bodies and hired African soldiers kept running from the siege tower screaming and wailing, and then slipped and fell from the siege tower which was more than ten meters high.

The Vandal soldiers, holding huge shields, surrounded the siege vehicle. They raised their shields above their heads and surrounded the makeshift siege vehicle in an imitation of the Roman tortoise shell formation.

"They're coming! They're coming!"

The soldiers held kerosene barrels and stared at the approaching siege vehicle. Arrows rained down on the Vandal's heavy shields. The weak arrows could not threaten the Vandal soldiers' shields at all. Even if they went through, they could do nothing to the soldiers wearing heavy scale armor below.

The elite soldiers of the Vandals are here, and they want to break through the city gate. After all, catapults cannot shake the Roman walls.

“Squeak, creak, creak…”

The bulky siege vehicles were pushed forcibly in front of the city gate by the Vandals, and all that could be heard was the Vandals shouting loudly in a Germanic language that the Romans could not understand.

“Boom!”

Amid the noise, a sudden collision caused the heavy city gate of Rome to tremble slightly.

The shaking sound made the Roman soldiers standing behind the city gate tremble with their shoulders, and some even cried out in surprise. Everyone stared at the city gate in front of them with wide eyes, praying to God to make this city gate indestructible and unshakable.

The soldiers on the city gate tower raised stones and threw them down. The stones rained down like raindrops, clanging on the Vandals' raised shields.

Many shields were smashed or broken, but the Vandals still held each other tightly. The falling stones caused many of them to have bloody heads, but the Vandals used roars to cover up their pain, turning the pain into anger and continuing to hold on.

"Burn them, burn them!"

The Roman soldiers defending the city poured kerosene through the gaps in the city wall.

The Vandal officer, whose body was soaked by kerosene, rubbed a ball of kerosene on his armor, sniffed it in front of his nose, and raised his head in surprise as if he had discovered something.

In the gap above, only a Roman officer was seen holding a torch and throwing it into the gap.

"boom……"

The siege vehicle below was instantly engulfed by flames, along with the soldiers guarding it. They were crying and shouting in the sea of ​​fire, making a mess. The people inside could not get out, and those outside had already lost consciousness in the flames and fell to the ground, allowing themselves to be devoured by the flames.

The screams terrified the Romans standing on the city gate tower. The sound was like hell. The raging flames even melted the steel and swords of the soldiers.

The temperature that could melt almost everything forced the Roman soldiers standing on the city gate tower to leave in a hurry. They could not imagine what kind of torture the Vandals would suffer in the flames.

Behind the city gate, listening to the wailing that was gradually fading away and looking at the black smoke floating up into the sky above, all the soldiers were silently making the sign of the cross on their chests, thankful that the unlucky guy at the center of hell was not themselves.

The siege vehicles were burned and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties. The Vandals began to retreat. Groups of soldiers rushed forward and left in a mighty force. They left in large numbers, leaving behind scattered ladders and siege towers burning in flames.

It was already dusk, and the smoke from the battlefield covered the sky, almost obscuring the sun's rays.

"The city gate, the city gate is burning!"

At this time, the Roman soldiers who found the situation was not good pointed at the smoking city gate and shouted loudly. Only then did everyone realize the seriousness of the problem. They tried frantically to save the heavy city gate, but could not stop the burning.

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“Huahuahua…”

The downpour came silently and slowly in the darkness. At first, there were a few raindrops that no one noticed, and then it became heavier and heavier, as if God heard the Romans' prayers and sent down heavy rain to put out the fire.

Vokrick stood on the top of the city wall, looking at the chaos of the Vandals leaving, as well as the corpses and burnt land they left behind.

Wokrick let the rain soak him thoroughly, washing away the blood on his armor. The red water flowed down the steps behind the city wall and disappeared without a trace in the black muddy soil.

Wokrick gasped heavily, raised his head and let the rain hit his dirty face, looking like he was enjoying it.

"Victory, victory, finally, we defeated them!" exclaimed Wokrick.

“Crackle, crackle…”

The raindrops hit the colorful glazed tiles, and Lugana's sad face was revealed behind the tiles.

Obviously, the so-called exorcism ceremony did not heal Luca, nor did it make him feel even slightly better.

"Are you still resisting me, you fool?" Luka lowered his head and looked at his hands. His cracked lips slowly opened and he whispered to himself, "You should have died long ago. You hid in my mind like a coward for decades. Finally, you mustered up the courage like a man and wanted to take back your body?"

Although there was no response to these words, Luca clearly understood that the guy hiding in his head must be listening to what he said.

"You also know why I came back here. I could have left when I took Eudoria away." Luca smiled, stretched out his hands, turned them back and forth in front of his face, and looked at them. His smile was full of contempt, and he mocked the guy in a tone of voice, saying: "This body that you regard as a treasure, I left it here while I was still able to control it. You want this, and Gaiseric wants this too. I don't care. Just plunder as much as you want. You will not succeed in the end, and then you will be discovered by Gaiseric, and eventually become a ghost under his sword!"

Luca threatened while laughing, causing his head to ache.

(End of this chapter)