Chapter 761: Little Leo's Roman World

I used to think that if I could defeat Rome's enemies, I could save Rome. But now I find that Rome has too many enemies. They are like locusts. No matter how hard I try, I can never kill them all.

Later I thought about why locusts were devouring the crops on the earth while I was alone.

Loneliness, an unprecedented feeling of loneliness surged in my heart. I bet that all the achievements I have made from the past to the present were accomplished by me. If they were publicized as merits, then I would be no less than any great Augustus in Roman history.

But I am not proud of it. After all, victory after victory did not bring any good effects. On the contrary, Rome remained the same as before, but became increasingly weak in each battle.

Rome was like a crumbling building tied by ropes, and any victory would be as insignificant as the sunlight shining on it.

But reform, like a storm, will tear apart all the ropes holding the building together, and then completely disintegrate it and cause it to collapse to the ground.

No one had the courage to plan for the destruction and reconstruction. The rising Hun Empire in the north and the Germanic super-legions that continuously entered the Roman territory, all of these were like termites gnawing at the ropes that held the building together.

If you have the courage to overthrow this building, and before the building itself responds, those termites will take the initiative to show you their sharp fangs, and then attack you in groups until you are torn to pieces. After all, you are touching their cake, and you will definitely be retaliated.

I acted as a guardian in this, but what did I see? The opportunistic and opportunistic senators, who were rich enough to rival a country, did not give a single soledes to the Roman soldiers.

The dukes, earls, even barons, and knights in the provinces only have their eyes on the fields in front of them and the small towns behind them. They are not sure what they can do for the country, and of course, they do not intend to do anything for the country.

The descendants of the heroes are unwilling to accept their own short stature and refuse military service. Everything that their ancestors once worried about is happening quietly.

The Foreign Legion, the powerful Foreign Legion is gradually replacing the former regular army. Among the troops under my command, only the Germans can be used.

It is extremely funny to think that the people who defended the glory of Rome were the Germanic people who had been enemies of the Romans for generations.

So, forget about those good brothers in the West. They are no longer worth nostalgia or sympathy.

It was probably only after he became Augustus of the Eastern Roman Empire that Luca gradually realized that the fall of the Western world was only a matter of time. No one could take much action under such circumstances to prove that this dead end could be saved.

After a problem is solved, a series of new problems often arise, and problems are things that can never be completely solved. People's lives are a cycle of encountering problems and solving them, and this is also true from birth to death.

Sitting at the top of the steps to the Senate Chamber, Gaiseric looked at the city of Rome illuminated by the rising sun.

The air was filled with the unfriendly smell of gunpowder, and thick smoke hung over the streets and alleys of Rome, shrouding the entire city in a fairy-like illusion. For a moment, the full picture of the so-called eternal city could not be seen.

"Flavius ​​Luca, he took away everything that should have belonged to me and my children." Although he got the whole city, there was no joy on his solemn face. He conquered the city of Rome, but did not get what he wanted. In other words, on his road to conquest, the thing he wanted once again slipped away from his sight.

Huneric, who was rescued, sat next to Gaiseric, tears still in the corners of his eyes, and he had not yet recovered from the incident.

"So, she was taken away?" Gaiseric turned his head to look at Huneric.

"Hmm..." Huneric nodded slightly, biting his lips tightly, flames of anger bursting from his tearful eyes.

"He took her away!" Huneric gritted his teeth, but his anger was so pale after the fact.

"But this doesn't change the fact that she was taken away." Gaiseric looked at his child and stroked Huneric's head. "She has gone to a place where we can't find her."

After saying this, Gaiseric sighed softly. Similarly, Huneric beside him was also sobbing. No matter who it was, the hatred of having his fiancée taken away was indescribable.

"This is not only a shame for you, Huneric, my child." Gaiseric's eyes were cold, "As your father, this will also be a shame that will accompany me throughout my life."

"So what should we do?" Huneric naturally kept sobbing.

"Don't worry, my child!" Gaiseric sneered and said to Huneric slowly, "He only took his daughter away, but he can't take his glory away. I will completely trample this city under my feet, and then let the soldiers search every corner of this city, find it, and wipe it out!"

Gaiseric gnashed his teeth, but a ferocious smile appeared on his face again. "I will make sure that future Romans will never remember this guy again, at least the people in Rome will not remember him. As a condition for me not to massacre the city, my child, the Pope of Rome also agrees to erase all traces of Flavius ​​Luca!"

Huneric did not understand what his father Gaiseric said, but he could see from his father's expression that all this was determined.

The vigorous looting began. The fire in Rome had just been extinguished and reignited. Tens of thousands of Vandals shuttled through the city of Rome. They killed and looted the Eternal City. Except for the property of the Holy See, they destroyed and looted everything. The glory of successive Roman emperors was tarnished. This was a great way for Gaiseric to vent his anger, not only for Rome, but also for Flavius ​​Luca.

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All the filthy places were renovated, and all the past glory and conspiracy hidden in Rome were washed away with blood.

Yes, the old glory is gone, leaving only shame, endless shame.

Early in the morning of that day, the guards on duty saw Augusta Licinia standing at the door. She was wearing her old clothes, which were the clothes she wore when she parted with Eudolia, but she also had a gorgeous white coat on the outside, which was the one she wore when she married Luca.

She was so nervous that she stood at the door, constantly lowering her head to adjust her clothes, and muttering to herself, repeating over and over again what she should say.

She was afraid of making mistakes, so she repeated it over and over again. She valued this moment so much. They were reunited. Finally, she could be reunited with her daughter! The army came in a dusty hurry and finally stopped in the empty square. Marenius got off the horse and walked slowly to the carriage behind him. He lifted the curtain and Eudolia leaned out in a daze, looking around.

"Eudoria, my daughter!"

Liginia finally couldn't hold back her tears, and she called out loudly to Eudolia.

Eudolia also saw her mother whom she had not seen for many years. For a moment, the tears on her little cheeks could no longer be controlled and fell.

"Mother……"

(End of this chapter)