"Order the ships to stop! Stop it! ”

The officers realized that the Vandals were trying to capture and capture the Romans in close combat, and although the Sixfolds were outnumbered, they could not withstand the wheel battles!

The archers on deck shifted their targets to the bottom of the ship, and they poured arrows and pikes at the Vandals who were climbing up the rope.

Knowing the route of the Vandals' attack, Hermanus had to admit that they were really desperate, and in order to stop and attack the strength of the Romans, they might not care about their own life and death, which was also the problem that Hermanus and his subordinates were facing at the moment: how could they win this battle with very few losses.

The Vandals were not unprepared, and their soldiers on their ships began to frantically throw torches, javelins, and even anything else that would keep the archers out of sight while covering their own boarding soldiers. I don't even know who prepared the oil and sprinkled it on the hull of the six battleships, and then ignited the fire, causing the hull to ignite in an instant.

The fifty six-column battleships were still slowly moving forward, and the underside of the bow kept colliding with the small Vandal warships that had no time to get around, and there were so many Vandal warships that they even piled up together to form a land made of wood underneath the fifty six-column warships.

"Run out of bows and arrows! Run out of bows and arrows! ”

Hermanus stood on the deck, and the exclamation of the officers on the deck even made the heart of the naval commander "chuckle". The bow and arrow are gone, which means that the means of suppressing the Vandals who are like ants below are gone, so how can they resist the Vandals who keep climbing up!

"Order the ships in the rear to bypass the first line and attack from the rear of the enemy!" Hermanus gave new orders to the herald, and he walked out of the hatch with his iron sword in hand, and the deck was in chaos. The sailors brought any sticks long enough to push down the Vandals who tried to climb up.

But there were so many Vandals that they not only caught their hooks against the ship's railings and even the masts, but swung up like pirates and fell into the already chaotic deck.

The sudden arrival of the Vandals caused a lot of shock to the archers on the deck, and as soon as these armored guys got on the deck, they drew their iron swords and slashed lifelessly, which was extremely dangerous for the archers who had no armor protection at all, and one by one the archers within the range of the Vandals fell in a pool of blood. Naturally, the heavily armed sailors would not allow the daring Vandals to run rampant on the decks of the Six Columns, rushing to the decks in formation, either killing the intruder in place or pushing them into the sea.

"Berialiu, my child!" War was already at hand, and Hermanus slowly walked up to the deck with a sword in his right hand, turning his head to look at his son. "Don't be afraid, if there are Vandals rushing towards you, don't run away, fight back with what I usually teach you, I don't ask you to kill the other party, as long as you can save your own life, someone will come to save you, do you understand?"

It was probably the first time I had seen such a real experience, and the bloody battle on the deck deeply shocked this young man who had not really stepped on the battlefield. His face was pale, his lips trembled, and he looked at his father and couldn't help but straighten the slanted helmet above his head. He bit his lip and used his iron sword as a crutch to support himself.

"Father!" It's like making a huge determination, and that decision is more like making a choice in front of life and death. "Can I fight alongside you?" It was not loud, but it sounded powerful, and Hermanus felt incredulous, and he watched his son pause for a few seconds, but nodded, and finally a slight smile appeared on his face, although only for a moment.

Hermanus was dressed in armor, and the emblem of his helmet with brightly colored bird feathers stood out from the crowd, causing the returning Roman sailors to raise their weapons and cheer, because their supreme generals would fight alongside them!

"Trust your men! Berialiu. ”

Hermanus said as he strode into the battlefield where a fierce tug-of-war was still going on.

The appearance of Hermanus did not make the Vandals frightened, to be honest, they have been roaming the Western Empire for so many years, but they have not heard of a person in Rome who can make them tremble unconsciously just by hearing the name, and there are also words, but that person died more than thirty years ago.

"Their Supreme Commander is here!"

The Vandals on deck shouted to their companions below, telling them all to set their targets. Soon, only the shouts of killing below were heard.

"Dangdang..."

More and more iron hooks were hung on the railings, and it didn't take much thought to know that the Vandals were now going to capture the king. They clung to the rope and kept going up, and there were so many of them that one by one they scrambled to climb up, all wanting to be the hero of the Roman commander and get their king's reward!

Although their desire to fight was extremely strong, the fragile railings could not support their weight. The wood creaked and groaned under the ravages of the rope, and the Vandals below didn't care, they only cared how they could climb up.

"Whoa!"

The fragile railings could barely bear the weight of the growing pile, and a row of railings collapsed, along with a whole row of broad shields that had been placed on them. With the screams of the Vandals, who lost their strength in an instant, they fell heavily on the deck below, and no one knew whether they were alive or dead, and for the Romans, it was gratifying to be seriously injured, and it was better to die!

But how could the Vandals abandon the attack because of such a small loss? They picked up their still mobile companions from their shields and torn railings, and re-picked up their iron hooks and aimed them at the deck of the six ships, which they had to come up no matter what.

"Defend the towers and forts! Stop the Vandals! Hermanus and Berialiu, along with the sailors above Overtime, fought side by side, fending off one oncoming slash after another with their shields, and stabbed their iron swords from the side of their shields at the attacking Vandals.

"Click, boom!"

Because the flames had spread to the point of being unstoppable, a six-column battleship next to the flagship lost its center of gravity in the raging fire and flipped on its side. Like the collapse of a castle, the loud roar drowned out the screams of all those inside, and the sailors and archers on it, who had long since abandoned their fighting duties, screamed and jumped from the capsized ship into the sea, and they had not long struggled in the water before the overhead of the toppled ship slammed them into the water.

The worst of all were the slaves, who had nowhere to escape, and who were tightly bound to their seats by iron ropes. The ship sank into the sea, and they had to bury thousands of them even if they didn't want to. The "wail" of the ship's shattering was like a fist, slamming into the chest of every witness.

A behemoth vanished in an instant, leaving only splintered planks and burning oil floating across the sea. The Vandal people cheered loudly, it was a victory for them, and more importantly, they felt like they had found a trick to overturning this behemoth.

"With a scorpion crossbow! Scorpion! Scoop through their battleships! ”

The silence of a six-column battleship reminded Hermanus, and even the officers on the other ships, that they could not rely on the battleship alone, and that no matter how strong it was, the wood would eventually be consumed by flames. If this stalemate continues, the Vandals will naturally burn the second and third six-column battleships by the same means in this sufficient time!

Crossbowmen don't dare to slack off! Several of them pulled the strings to their maximum strength, and then loaded them with the heaviest bolts.

"Boom!"

As soon as a bolt was fired, the entire scorpion felt tremble slightly, and the force propelled the bolt that could pierce several people straight into the Vandal's ship below.

"Click!"

As expected, the bolts pierced the ship and smashed a huge hole in the deck, and the sea gushed out of the hole like an outstretched hand, dragging the small Vandal into the abyss.

A Vandal soldier raised his sword and yelled at Hermanus, whose eyes were fixed on the man, and at the moment when the sword was about to be slashed down, Hermanus flashed and slashed into the air.

How could this battle-hardened veteran give the Vandal, who was trying to retract his sword, give another chance, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the back of the Vandal's neck, forcing the Vandal to lean forward, and then stabbed his sword into the man's chest.

The killing, all in one go, Berialiu, who was on the side, was dumbfounded.

"Don't be stunned, my child!" Hermanus let go and pushed the guy who had only one breath left to the ground, got up and looked back at Berialiu, pointed to the Vandals who were still climbing up, and said, "There are still many enemies, and now is not the time to be in a daze!" ”

Beria didn't nod his head, only to see him pounce on Hermanus with his sword in both hands.

"What is this?" Hermanus's eyes showed a hint of puzzlement, but subconsciously, he still dodged.

"Whew!"

The blade passed in front of Hermanus and froze, and then he looked at the blade, and a Vandal soldier, holding a battle axe in his right hand, hung limply below, his neck pierced by an iron sword, and blood flowed from his mouth.

"Brush!"

Berialius drew his iron sword, carrying a pool of blood, and the man fell to the ground with a bang, and Hermanus came to his senses and realized that he had been saved.