Chapter 750 The Lion and the Wolves 14

"He's finally here, he's finally here. I told you that Flavius ​​Luca wouldn't just sit there and watch!"

Gaiseric grinned, he could no longer contain his inner excitement and joy, he was seen walking back and forth on the stage, wiping his hands and pacing back and forth on the stage.

"Finally, we're finally here!" A tear flowed from the corner of Gaiseric's eye. I believe this was because he was crying for joy. His whole body was shaking, and his fat body was trembling slightly, like a cypress tree swaying left and right in the cold wind.

"How many Romans are there? How many of their soldiers dared to resist? Also, where is their resistance most fiercely? Are there any guys among them who are dressed very differently, the kind that are particularly gorgeous? Oh, and the eagle flag, where is the Roman eagle flag?" A series of questions came out of Gaiseric's mouth incessantly, making the soldier look embarrassed and unable to answer Gaiseric's questions for a while.

"Go quickly, idiot!"

Naturally, Gaiseric lost his patience. He yelled and cursed, and even wanted to jump up with his fat body and smash the scout into a pulp, but he could not relieve his anger.

"Hurry up, hurry up, let me know the location of Flavius ​​Luca, I want to kill him, kill him!"

Gaiseric roared loudly, holding his head, covering his forehead and most of his face with his palms, leaving only the lower half of his face exposed with a ferocious grin.

What kind of stubbornness made this old king go crazy and even his expression became extremely hideous.

After a while, a fast horse was seen coming, followed by a scout who ran up without stopping and came in front of Gaiseric.

"At the Europa Gate, there was only small-scale resistance in other places. Only at the gate did we see a large number of Roman troops and reinforcements!"

"So this is the main force of the Romans!"

Gaiseric was fastening his armor with the help of several soldiers. Due to his fat body, he looked more like a ball of meat wrapped in iron armor when he put on the armor. Although the armor plus wolf skin looked particularly beautiful and could scare the enemy, it was really funny when combined with Gaiseric's bloated figure.

Of course, Gaiseric would not think so. After all, he was the king, a supreme being, and no one had the courage to laugh at him.

He took small steps and ran down the warship quickly. Here, the fully armed noble officers had already put on their armor and drawn their swords, holding them tightly in their hands, watching Gaiseric go down with firm expressions.

"In the past ten years, an entire generation has grown from babies to soldiers right before our eyes!" Gaiseric stopped in front of the group of nobles and looked at the young men wearing their father's armor.

The same silver helmet and the same mask covering the eyes, with extremely determined eyes revealed under the iron eye sockets, mixed with only hatred and anger, without any confusion!

"You have all seen us at our most desperate moments!" At this point, Gaiseric's emotions fluctuated, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, but his mouth was upturned. "I have seen it twice, but fortunately such a blow did not make me collapse, but made me more determined to survive. It also made me understand who our enemy is!"

As he spoke, Gaiseric suddenly waved his hand, pointing at the buildings and streets of Rome, and said in a deep voice: "They, our enemies, are finally in front of us. They slaughtered us twice, once in the Rhine River and once in Carthage, but we survived. Yes, we survived with hatred. God is guiding us. He requires us to survive and avenge our dead compatriots. Yes, God abandoned the Romans and put them in front of us. Yes, God is asking me, asking me what I will do, so I also want to ask you, what will you do!"

“Kill them!”

The young nobles roared and roared, raising their iron swords and shouting at the top of their lungs. Their roars spread throughout the streets and alleys, like the rumbling of war drums and the sound of attack horns, and could be faintly heard by Luga several blocks away.

Luca slowly stood up and looked at the flaming port from afar. His eyes were deep, as if he saw through something.

"Caesar!" The guards who were cleaning the battlefield came up behind him, "We just heard a roar, we don't know what it means."

"Hatred is always fair." Luga said, sighed softly, then placed the Dragon Breath Sword on the ground, breathing heavily.

His forehead was covered with sweat, all due to the battle just now.

"It seems that fighting is like doing farm work. If you don't review it for a long time, you will really become slow. Just like a weapon, if you don't use it for a long time, it will rust and become dull."

"You can't stay here any longer!" The soldier's attitude was very firm. "The Vandals' attack will only intensify. Soon they will tell their follow-up troops about our location. By then, an unimaginable number of enemies will pour in. It doesn't matter if we have problems, but Caesar, you can't get into trouble here!"

"Your words remind me of a Spartan from ancient times."

"I don't understand, Caesar."

"Leonidas, you should have heard of his deeds." Luga turned around and looked at the soldier.

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"I've heard of it. It was his battle with the Persians."

"He was at Thermopylae, facing an endless Persian army." Luca said with a sigh: "Wherever they went, even the mountains were flattened and the sea was blocked. The arrows they shot could block the sun's brilliance. If it were me, I would probably hesitate and run away."

The Vandals, as the attacking party, could not wait to drink the blood of the Romans with the iron swords in their hands. Now the Romans were crowding at the northern gate of the eastern part of Rome. Because this was still controlled by the Roman soldiers, they used both soft and hard tactics just to make the soldiers guarding the city open the gates.

Among them, Roman nobles disguised themselves as merchants from all walks of life, waiting in the crowd with their "merchandise", eagerly waiting for the moment when the door would open.

Their personal guards looked the same as the citizens around them, except that under their robes, they hid various weapons, whether long swords or short swords. The most inconspicuous carriage beside them was covered with a huge oilcloth, which was not filled with so-called "commodities", but spears, shields, and countless armors.

They had sharp iron swords, but they were not used to kill invaders; they had strong shields, but they were not used to block the axes of the Vandals; they had amazing and enviable fighting skills, and could fight two or more people at the same time, but they were not used to serve Rome.

They are the nobles' falcons and the slave owners' lackeys. They only serve the Souledes, and whoever is in charge of the Souledes and can pay the dues they expect, they will work hard for their employer, no matter who they are against.

Look, they are hiding in the crowd and staring at the soldiers who refuse to retreat, with their right hands hidden in their robes, tightly holding the hilts of their swords, waiting for their master's order.

(End of this chapter)