Chapter 745 The Lion and the Wolves 9

The night was still so dark, and darkness was felt in front of my eyes. Soldiers stood in groups of three or two under the towers on both sides of the river. They paced back and forth with torches in their hands, guarding the safety of the towers in the darkness.

The temperature dropped after the heavy rain, and the humid outside is not a place anyone wants to stay.

"Damn the Vandals! They made it impossible for us to sleep peacefully. We should really pray to God to send these damned guys to hell and save us poor believers."

"Damn it! How can these Vandals break through such chains? Even one of them would be enough for them to chop at until dawn. Oh my God, I'm freezing!"

As these soldiers continued to complain and shiver in the cold wind, they were completely unaware that countless shadows had flashed past behind them.

Just as they were lighting torches and continuing to complain about their fate, they didn't realize that a hand reached out and covered their mouths and noses. Then they saw a dagger reflecting the cold light of the moon above their heads, and soon, they heard a slight sound.

The hands covering their mouths loosened, and the two guarding soldiers fell to the ground. They tried to cover the wounds on their necks, opened their mouths wide, and took big gulps of air, but it was no avail.

Blood surged out from their wounds and fingers, and the two men eventually fell to the wet ground due to death.

The perpetrators did not stop there. They raised their heads, and the light from the moon shone on their eyes, as if the bright moon was sculpted in their pupils.

There was a cold gleam of hatred in the eyes of each of them, and all eyes were focused on the tall tower. Then, shadows surged, and only a rustling sound of footsteps could be heard, and a large number of people walked up the stairs towards the tower.

"The gates of Europa are now completely blocked by the burned siege vehicles and the deformed gates. If the Vandals want to attack the gates now, they must change their attack methods. This means they still need new siege vehicles to launch a new round of attacks." Vokrik analyzed the situation on the battlefield. He counted on his fingers and explained to Luca, "Based on the scale of the first attack, they will need at least ten siege towers and two battering rams, and they will still need siege rams wrapped in iron plates. At this rate, it will take them nearly a month to prepare. So, we still have enough time to prepare for defense."

Vokrick said it very easily, but Luca did not think so. After all, in this month, there would be no problem at all for the city of Rome with sufficient food. However, for Gaiseric, the problems he had to consider now and a month later were far more than now.

"Gaiseric doesn't have the patience to last that long." Luga sighed. "He planned to end the battle quickly from the beginning, but he didn't expect our resistance to be so strong. He was defeated. However, such a small setback will never make him give up. I think it won't be long before they find a way to attack!"

Just as Luca had expected, at this moment, in the silent night, there were screams from the towers on both sides of the western Tiber River, including the sounds of fighting, but these sounds ended with the screams, and in the end everything returned to calm.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

In the darkness, only the sound of iron chains could be heard, and the iron chains that tightly blocked the river surface could be seen slowly falling down and finally sinking to the bottom of the water. There were no defensive chains on the entire Tiber River, nothing at all.

"Strange, what's going on?"

The noisy sound of the chain attracted a patrolling soldier. He came to the river with a torch in his hand. Looking at the slowly falling chain, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

At this time, all I saw was a huge black shadow appearing in the distance of the Tiber River. The shadow was slowly approaching, so dark and so heavy.

In the silent night, one can hear the "swish" sound of oars paddling in the water, as if there was really a warship paddling on the Tiber River.

"Rebellion!"

This was the first word that came to the soldier's mind. He looked up at the tower. He was not sure whether the soldiers guarding the tower had rebelled or were attacked. In short, the defense on the Tiber River no longer existed, and a fatal loophole appeared in the indestructible Roman defense line.

The dark shadow gradually became clear, and through the light from the fire on the tower, he could finally see the huge Vandal warship clearly.

"Oh my God, damn it, damn it!" He was terrified. In order not to be discovered, he dropped the torch, turned around and ran deep into the street, leaving behind only the gradually extinguishing torch and the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away.

The Vandal warship slowly approached the shore of the Tiber River. The soldiers on board lit torches, and a large number of fully armed soldiers were seen jumping off the ship.

The flames flickered, lighting up the entire warship, and also lighting up the warships following behind it. More and more Vandal soldiers got off the ships and came to the streets of Rome.

They were quiet, as silent as shadows in the night, with only the shining armor flashing a faint light in the darkness.

The Vandals broke through the impregnable walls and entered the undefended streets.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!…”

In the darkness, the leading officer slapped his shield with the iron sword in his hand, and the soldiers behind him followed his actions. The silence of the night was instantly broken by the rhythmic sound of the blows.

Many sleeping Roman citizens were awakened by the noise. They got up and opened the windows, and the noisy footsteps instantly filled the entire house.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

The Roman citizen lowered his head in confusion. What he saw before him would be a scene he would never forget.

Densely packed Vandal soldiers filled the streets and alleys of Rome under the moonlight. The Roman soldiers patrolling through them had to take up arms to fight them, but this was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

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Leo suddenly woke up from his sleep. He had a nightmare. He dreamed that Rome collapsed in a raging fire and finally sank into a hell full of magma like an isolated island.

He sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, and looked around; nothing happened.

"What on earth does this mean?"

Leo, who had let down his guard a little, sighed lightly and reached out to wipe the sweat covering his forehead, but at this moment, there was a hurried knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

Leo's heart was frightened by the sound, and it rose to his throat again. He hurriedly looked towards the wooden door that made the sound.

"Papa! papa!" a priest's voice came from the other side of the door. "The Vandals, the Vandals are coming in!"

"What!"

Leo took a deep breath, and at this moment it seemed as if time had stopped around him. He listened quietly, as if he could hear the noisy sounds outside.

Leo hurriedly got out of bed and pushed open the window. He saw a flash of light in front of his eyes. Then, he stood there as if he was frozen. Outside the window, a raging fire had already started at the Europa Gate and near the western port.

All of this was a foreshadowing, exactly as I saw in my dream.

"Oh my God!" Leo sighed, and slapped himself hard. It hurt so much. This was not a dream, but reality.

(End of this chapter)