Chapter 752 Eternal Night

"I won't tell you, you damn barbarian!" He must have suffered serious internal injuries. Vokrik gasped when he spoke, and his heavy breathing was accompanied by his eyes appearing particularly bright in the darkness, like the bright moon in the sky.

Of course, no matter how resentful the eyes are, they cannot be used as weapons to kill. Of course, no matter how contemptuous and mocking Vokrik looks at Gaiseric, he cannot leave even the slightest wound on Gaiseric's face.

"Barbarian?" Gaiseric sneered, rolled up the whip in his hand and pressed it against Vokrik's chin. Gaiseric's face slightly raised, revealing a contemptuous and sarcastic smile.

Gaiseric slowly lifted up Vokrik's chin, and he slowly opened his mouth and said unhurriedly: "You know what? Germanic, the worst thing you should do in your life is to serve the Romans and forget your ancestors! Barbarian!"

Such sarcastic words were so harsh coming from Gaiseric's mouth. Being openly mocked as a barbarian by the Vandals, Vokric was speechless. He could only continue to stare at Gaiseric, perhaps because he was too weak to speak.

"I'm almost losing my patience with you, barbarian." Vokrik stopped smiling, and then he stood up and said to Vokrik, "Tell me, where is Flavius ​​Luca!"

"You'll never see him, barbarian!" Vokrik gasped and finally managed to catch his breath to refute Gaiseric.

“Bang!”

A horsewhip hit him hard on the face. In that instant, Wokrick felt his head go dizzy, his eyes lost their sight, and he fell down.

“Hmm!”

Vokrik only felt a warm current surging up, then his throat felt sweet, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His eyesight gradually returned. He was now curled up on the ground, with waves of burning pain on his face. In front of him was a pool of blood. In the firelight he could tell what it was.

He didn't dare to touch his face which was in unbearable pain. He was afraid that he could imagine what kind of wound there was on his face. The description of it as torn flesh was the most appropriate.

Vokrick groaned in pain, and now he could only groan. In front of the Vandals surrounding him, he was like a dog curled up on the ground and shivering.

"Look, look at how funny you look!" Gaiseric teased Vokrik with words, but there was no smile on his face.

At other gates of Rome.

"Soldier, I must now order you in a warning tone!" The leading noble in the crowd lowered his voice, with a threatening tone in his accent. "I order you as a senator, now, step aside and open the city gate to let me out. I don't care about the lives of others. I just ask that now, I and my people leave this city gate and let this damn city go to hell!"

"I'm sorry, sir!"

The nobleman's firm attitude was firmly rejected by the officer guarding the city gate. It was unknown how determined he was to go against the will of the senator. "If the first one leaves, there will be a second and a third. Rome needs order. Deserting in the face of battle is not in line with Roman law."

“Okay, okay!”

The Roman noble smiled coldly. He slowly turned around, squinted his eyes, and threatened the officer with a cold snort: "You will definitely regret what you just did, soldier!"

Before the officer could wonder why, the senator raised his arms and shouted, "Attack!"

“Ka-ka-ka…”

The personal guards behind him suddenly pulled aside the tarpaulin on the carriage, revealing it was filled with all kinds of weapons. They drew out their shields and javelins one after another.

The Roman soldiers could not understand what was going on. After all, both sides were Romans. They looked at each other in confusion. Many of them even thought that this was a prank by the noble to threaten them in order to get out.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

Of course, their speculation stopped as the darts were thrown one after another. Several Roman soldiers who were standing behind their shields and craning their necks to watch were hit in the head or pierced through the neck by the darts and fell with their heads raised. Only then did the Roman soldiers realize that the private guards of the senators were going to do something serious.

The Roman officer was standing there without any protection, and his body was pierced by various spears. He fell straight to the ground. His fall made a dull sound, which attracted the exclamations of the surrounding soldiers. Everyone stared at the officer who had turned into a corpse with wide eyes.

"Defense! Defense!"

Just when everyone came to their senses and raised their shields with loud screams, it was too late. They saw the group of private guards wielding Spada iron swords leaped up and jumped onto their shields with loud roars, and then rushed into the chaotic crowd.

Everyone was wielding iron swords and slashing wildly. How could the soldiers wearing tight, low-quality leather armor possibly withstand the slashing of these sharp iron swords?

Having said that, the spears in their hands could hardly play their due role in such a crowded scene. Under the hacking and killing of the private guards who were like a whirlwind, the Roman soldiers defending the city retreated one after another after leaving a field of corpses.

Romans? No, the senators in high positions had no such concept at all. Although they were all loyal Roman soldiers, in the eyes of these senators, they were just a group of obstacles blocking their safety.

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Seeing the Roman soldiers guarding the city gate being killed and fleeing, the senator standing on the carriage was heard shouting: "People of Rome! The traitors are trying to turn this city into a cage to imprison us. They are in cahoots with the Vandals. Look, they are pointing their spearheads directly at the kind and sincere Roman citizens, blocking our way to safety and freedom. They are slaughtering us in disguise! So, take up arms and fight! Fight! Until you defeat them! For justice, for justice!"

"roar!"

The Roman citizens who were eager to go out had no more scruples. They raised their fists and roared loudly. The speech of the senator successfully provoked their anger. They rushed forward roaring, pushed down the soldiers who tried to stop them, pinned them to the ground and beat them up.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

The senator was secretly delighted to see that his plan had paid off. He pulled out an iron sword from somewhere, pointed it at the closed city gate in front of him, and shouted at the Roman citizens who were bravely moving forward.

The power unleashed by the angry citizens was even far greater than that of the Roman soldiers defending the city. They dispersed the soldiers who tried to resist and rushed to the city gate. The archers on the city wall dared not take action without orders. They could only watch their comrades being drowned in the dense crowd.

“Squeak!”

The city gate burst open, and a beam of light seemed to flash before the eyes of all the Roman citizens. They crowded together, rushed out of the city gate of Rome, and ran towards the dark distance.

"Hurry! Hurry up, keep up!"

The senator loudly urged the guards to protect the carriages and horses, and slowly moved towards the open city gate with the crowd.

(End of this chapter)