Chapter 753 Final Moment
"Shh!"
Gaiseric blew air into his mouth angrily, signaling all the soldiers present to be quiet.
"Listen!"
He closed his eyes and listened to the whistling sounds coming from all directions.
The invisible wind in the darkness carried the chaotic sounds inside the city of Rome through the streets and alleys, and finally reached Gaiseric's ears.
The noise all around could not reflect the small tranquility of this place. The Romans on the wide field below the city gave up resistance, but those on the city wall did not. They were still struggling to hold on.
The Vandals launched repeated attacks on the city walls. How could the exhausted soldiers withstand such attacks?
The sound of fighting never stopped. Likewise, accompanied by screams one after another, wounded Roman soldiers were constantly lifted up from the city walls and then thrown down from the walls several meters high.
Such a tragic scene happened right behind these Roman captives. All they could hear was a dull sound, which was the sound of people falling from a height and hitting the hard floor.
"well--"
The long gasp was the last breath of a dying man. Such a sound was more like a sigh, the sigh of a dead man. No matter how you said it, it would make the Roman captives who had their backs to them and were already frightened burst into tears. After all, nothing could express their current fear.
Finally, at the Gate of Europa, where a large number of Roman soldiers gathered, they collapsed under the attack of the Vandals.
"Take a look?"
Gaiseric spread his hands, and with him came various sounds from all directions. The Vandals were like deadly termites in the trees, devouring the fruits of Rome's development over the past few hundred years.
"A great empire is now trembling at my feet. Oh, my God, where has their pride gone? Where has their honor and glory been abandoned?" Gaiseric's face showed contempt: "They have fallen into depravity and signed a contract with the devil at all costs for their own interests. Look at what they have turned this place into? They deserve to die! They should be slaughtered!"
"Of course!" Gaiseric slowly lowered his head, pointed at Vokrik, and said slowly: "The Augustus you swore allegiance to, Flavius Luca, is also ready to perish with this city. After all, as far as I know, according to his current condition, he will not live for a few days."
Vokrik looked at Gaiseric, his eyes wide open, filled with surprise and fear.
"The Europa Gate has been captured! The Europa Gate has been captured!"
The few remaining scouts in the city were galloping on the streets. He really didn't know who to report this intelligence to. He could only gallop while shouting at the top of his voice, hoping that the guy who was paying attention to such intelligence could receive it.
Of course Luga received it. He was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, with the Dragon Breath Sword stuck in the chest of a corpse in front of him.
He could no longer remember how many attacks he had led his guards to withstand. Seeing that more than half of his soldiers had been lost, as Augustus he knew that continuing like this would be tantamount to suicide.
But wasn't he committing suicide by coming here? If he was willing to continue to endure the pain that could drive a person crazy, then he could just leave with the half of the Ninth Legion. Rome? Who cares? Let these Romans fend for themselves.
Faced with such endless torture, even the strongest man will succumb one day. In order not to be tortured to death by this harmful thing, it is better to pick up what you are best at and die with dignity.
"The Gate of Europa has fallen, the Gate of Europa has fallen!"
Such shouts, almost like howling, penetrated through the streets and reached Luga's ears. The Europa Gate had fallen, which meant that nearly three thousand soldiers were surrounded and annihilated or they had lost their fighting spirit and laid down their weapons.
If even they were defeated, then looking at the entire city of Rome, there would be only a handful of soldiers able to fight.
Rome's fate has ended, and the defeat is overwhelming! From the moment he walked out of the Senate last time, Luca had no intention of going back. Just like what Odysseus said: Silence does not mean there is no solution!
"I always thought that Rome relied on the Senate to maintain its existence, but now I find that they are not the foundation of Rome, but termites, dense and fat termites. They lie on the flesh of the empire and suck blood, and produce only feces and garbage."
Luga lowered his head and cursed softly. What would it matter if he yelled loudly now? What would it matter if he condemned strongly? He would get nothing and could do nothing.
The senators had already driven their personal guards to open all the gates of Rome. They were willing to kill people, willing to kill those stubborn soldiers, because they deserved to die, and they deserved to die because they didn't know how to adapt and didn't know how to bow their heads! It seemed that it was the final moment, and all the means that could be used had been exhausted. Such a huge gap had already doomed what kind of battle this would be.
Luca turned around. Not far behind him was the towering church. In the open windows of the church, Leo was neatly dressed with a solemn expression and his head held high, like a lighthouse or a city wall.
During his time, the priests stood with their heads bowed, waiting for that final moment.
"Caesar!"
A soldier came over, holding the eagle flag in both hands and carefully handed it to Luga.
Luca turned around and carefully looked at the eagle flag in front of him, the golden eagle emblem, and the blood-stained flag with a golden eagle painted on it.
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"Oh, isn't this the eagle flag that Augusta Placidia awarded me!" Luca smiled and slowly stretched out his trembling right hand and placed it on the flagpole painted with red dye.
For some reason, touching the pole of this eagle flag feels like touching an old friend.
"Andrew!"
Luga whispered in a hoarse voice, his cracked lips trembling slightly. The eagle flag seemed to bring him back to Nar. There were once two fools who escorted a flag that no one valued. They thought that they could meet some important people through the eagle flag and get a position, just to ensure that they would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.
Luca probably never imagined that wandering could sometimes be so happy and satisfying.
“Bang!”
Luca held the flagpole tightly with his right hand and supported its base on the ground, using all his strength to try to support himself.
"Old friend!" Luca murmured, a tear slowly flowing from the corner of his eye, and then running down his nose covered with dust and blood.
"They're here! They're here!"
At this time, only a shout mixed with excitement was heard. Luca looked up and saw groups of Vandals reappearing on the street. They saw the eagle flag in Luca's hand, and everyone's face was filled with joy.
They understood what the eagle flag meant. They didn't care who was holding the eagle flag. They only cared about the eagle flag itself, because whoever got the Roman eagle flag would get the same weight of gold as the eagle emblem.
"roar!"
The Vandals roared and rushed towards Luga and his men. Luga raised his head and glared at them. He slowly stood up using the flagpole to support himself, then his eyes dropped and focused on the blood-stained Dragon's Breath Sword.
(End of this chapter)