Chapter 743 The Lion and the Wolves 7

The heavy rain stopped at midnight. The rain was like a broom sweeping the world, refreshing the streets and alleys. Similarly, after the heavy rain, everything seemed to be renovated. The shouts and roars from the catapults disappeared without a trace.

Just as the priests had passed down word of mouth, everything had been cleansed by God, and all traces of sin had been washed away, except for the corpses that had already turned purple.

The Roman soldiers climbed up the walls of Rome again, and there were more wounded among them. Most of them did not survive the calm after the heavy rain. After all, on the battlefield, being injured meant death.

Luca was still talking to himself there, and soon he felt that his hands were able to move flexibly. The strength that he had lost before was also slowly restored at this time. The pain in his head also slowly eased, as if everything was developing in a good direction. It seemed that the power hidden in his mind had given in.

"They stand down, Caesar."

At this time, Leo was waiting at the door with a scepter in his hand. It was obvious that he felt quite guilty about the failure of the exorcism ceremony with Luca just now.

"Oh? Really?"

Luga couldn't believe his ears. After all, Gaiseric had an absolute advantage, and the battle had just begun. A small retreat would not make this guy who was desperate for his life retreat.

"The citizens of Rome are praying and singing hymns to praise God. Look, everything in front of us is thanks to God." Leo looked at Luca with eager eyes. He hoped that all this good news could cheer up Augustus a little.

"Oh my God, that's how it is." Luga exclaimed softly, but there was no trace of joy in his tone.

Luca stood up slowly, stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, testing his strength, and then said to Leo: "Gaiseric will not give up the pace of attacking. After all, this battle did not cause many casualties to his soldiers. They still have an absolute advantage. We certainly cannot be so careless."

"Caesar?" Looking at Luca's face, Leo couldn't help but widen his eyes, his expression full of surprise, and this surprise also contained joy. "Oh my God, just like God said, look, he blessed you, he showed up, he dispelled the nightmare that haunted your heart, right? Is that what I said?"

"That may be the case, papa." Luga agreed, although he could roughly understand what was going on.

"I have to go to the front, papa." Luca said, quickly tidied his clothes, then brushed past Leo and walked out of the church.

Through the streets and alleys, the citizens of Rome were praying to God loudly and thanking God for once again saving the city of Rome from danger.

Their praise was ridiculous, especially in attributing everything to God, even ignoring the fact that Luca, the Augustus they had knelt to beg for help, passed behind them.

When we arrived at the gate of Europa, there gathered soldiers who had just retreated from the city walls. None of them was intact, and all of them were more or less wounded.

Even so, after a short rest they immediately began preparing for the next defense. Some were collecting scattered arrows and javelins, while others were mending the broken parts of their chain mail.

Of course, there were also crying guys, newcomers who were scared by such a brutal battle. This was not surprising. When the war came, there were many guys who were scared to death and had incontinence in the bloody battle. This was also part of the test of courage. After all, after experiencing this many times, they would get used to it.

Luca moved around, and his movements were silent, making no sound at all.

"Caesar, it's Caesar!"

Luca walked slowly behind them. No one knew who noticed him standing so "conspicuously". They only heard a surprised call and all the soldiers turned around to look at Augustus standing behind the city gate.

"Caesar, Caesar!"

Everyone gathered around Luca, and they all knelt on one knee to express their loyalty to Luca.

Although he was already used to people kneeling, when he saw these ragged and wounded guys, Luca couldn't bear it for a moment. He began to feel sorry for these soldiers who resisted stubbornly.

Yes, they were the exact opposite of the guys on the streets who sang praises to the glory of God. Compared to God, they were the ones who deserved to be praised, because they used their bodies to block the attacks of the Vandals, not the so-called glory of God.

Although this is the truth, Luca cannot say it. After all, in this ignorant age, people always underestimate their own strength and over-exaggerate the so-called divine power, and then lose themselves in the worship of the illusory gods.

This was also a crazy era. Even if one knew the truth, one could not speak it out loud, as this would cause unnecessary trouble and one might even be regarded as a heretic.

"God is supreme. I wish you can defeat the enemy and finally conquer everything." Luca pretended to be calm and cheered everyone present. He showed the majesty that belonged to Augustus, to which he was already accustomed. "But for God's sake, I still thank you for fighting the barbarians with all your might for Rome and for honor."

Perhaps they didn't expect Caesar to say that. The soldiers raised their heads and smiled at Luca, as if they had finally received a small, well-deserved reward after fighting bloody battles all day.

Vokrik also ran down from the city wall and came to Luga's side. Luga waved at the soldiers kneeling on the ground, signaling them to leave.

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Then, Luca turned his head to look at Vokrik and asked, "How many soldiers did we lose in this battle?"

"More than 200 in total," Vokrik answered without hesitation, "but there are more than 300 wounded soldiers, and the Vandals also suffered the same number of casualties. But we also have a large number of civilian casualties."

"Vokrik didn't suffer any injuries, so this attack can be considered a very bold attempt, but Gaiseric won't give up so easily!" Luga said, and then walked up to the city wall with an iron sword in hand.

Here, soldiers were clearing corpses from the city walls and using stones and wooden boards to repair the damage caused by the battle.

The Vandal siege towers lay lifeless and alone on the walls of Rome.

There were little flames in the Vandal camp, and it seemed that they were gathering their strength for the next battle.

"Vokrik, you did a great job today. Great." Luka looked down at the abandoned corpses and scorched earth outside the city. "So, how many defenders are there on the city wall now?"

"There are only 1,500 men capable of fighting, but this section of the city wall is too long. We need a thousand men to be evenly deployed on the wall alone, and a large number of soldiers need to be stationed at the city gates. We have very few follow-up troops, and most of the casualties are veterans of the Ninth Legion."

"But we can't give you more support, Vokrik." Luca sighed softly, "Rome is too big, and soldiers are needed everywhere. But the Romans would rather believe in God than in their own hands. I feel very sorry."

(End of this chapter)