"Oh, that's right, my boy, you're doing a good job!"

Hermanus was shocked, but he still affirmed what Berialio was doing now, he was very satisfied, and couldn't help but encourage Berialius, at least Berialius's performance could show that he only had the potential to become a warrior.

Berialius didn't say anything, his mind was blank at this point, and the blood that had been splashed on his face was very real compared to the excitement of crushing the Vandals who had escaped from the Trapani docks with the ramming boat. He remained motionless with his sword in his hands, Hermanus could feel how he was feeling, and as a father, he didn't say anything, just came over and patted Berialiu's shoulder, and then pushed him into the ranks of the soldiers.

"Boom, boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and when I looked up, I saw that the right side of the six-column battleship to the right of the flagship was in flames, and the cunning Vandals had begun to leave the ship down the rope in the flames. The Roman sailors, who had a strong desire to survive, had no choice but to abandon their ships and jump into the water, which played into the hands of their Vandals, who stabbed the Romans who had fallen overboard but were powerless to resist. For a moment, the blood instantly stained the ground under the burning six battleships, and the sea was covered with corpses. The blood attracted the hungry sharks, but the sharks did not dare to come forward because they were frightened by the great movement on the water, and they swam nearby, enduring the great temptation of the blood. The battle on the sea continues, and this is a battle that the gods are watching, and as time goes by, more and more people will bleed and die. They are not in a hurry, these corpses will eventually fall in their mouths, and they can't escape, they can't escape.

"Heavy ramming ship! Heavy ramming ship! ”

The soldier pointed not far away and shouted at Hermanus: "Our warship, our warship!" ”

Everyone looked up in the direction the soldier was pointing, and saw four torn warships loaded with heavy metal ramming angles not far from the right hand side by side.

"Stay still! Stay still! ”

Hermanus commanded the officer below who was commanding the rowing slaves, and then looked up.

"Rush Rush!"

There was no way for people to hesitate for a moment in the current situation, and of course the commanders of the four four-column battleships naturally thought so. One of the six ships had already sunk, and one had been burned and lost its combat effectiveness, and it would be nice to say that it was a random warship, but now these two ships were supposed to be escort ships to protect General Hermanus's flagship, and now that the two of them are finished, then General Hermanus's flagship is completely isolated and exposed to the collective attack of the Vandals. The Vandals were as dense as ants plundering food, and the sailors on them were doing their best to fight back against the steady stream of Vandals, many climbing, and many being knocked into the water, and they were going to do whatever it took to kill Hermanus and the flagship at his feet.

Four huge four-lined battleships side by side, plus oars drive a huge propulsion like sharks speeding in the sea. They pounced on the Vandal ship, which had long since been unable to move.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

The huge ramming angle was like a sweeping Zeus trident, clinging to the sea like a tsunami, tearing apart all the ships in front of it. And like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, the leaves tossed into the air, and the roar drowned out the screams of hundreds of people, who were so vulnerable in front of the great warship that they could only watch the boat under their feet tear apart and fall like a leaf into the water.

"Stand back, get moving! Back off! ”

Hermanus was naturally aware of the danger of his situation, and he could not sit still, not for his own position, but also for his son.

"The Vandals have blocked the sea below, and the oars can't go down, and they can't row!"

The officers below deck reported loudly that Hermanus didn't need to be close to the deck to get a clear idea of what was going on, and that the Vandals must have used their ship as glue to trap the six-column battleship.

The nearest six ships were also trying to get close to the flagship, but the Vandals had mastered the means to restrain such a massive battleship. They swung their cans of fire oil at the approaching Six, threatening them with torches, so that the captains of the Sixes hesitated, and they had to consider whether they needed to support at the risk of destroying the ship, which was likely to result in more pointless casualties. They looked at the flagship, which was crawling with people, and knew that this was a meat grinder, and if they wanted to save the naval commander, they needed to fill in one warship after another, whether it had a good effect, and whether it could succeed no one dared to pack a ticket.

"Put the oars against their ships, and use them as a springboard to see if you can drive them back." Hermanus knew that his ship was huge and therefore heavy, but he had to make a desperate bet to fend off the Vandals who were constantly climbing up and to command the oar-wielding slaves below.

"General, General!"

At this moment, I saw the soldiers in charge of wielding the scorpion crossbow on the tower in front of me waving at Hermanus, they looked in a hurry, and it seemed that there must be something very urgent to report to him.

"What happened?"

Hermanus asked loudly at the soldiers.

"Warship! The Vandals have retreated! "The news that the soldier brought must be the most truthful news from the front of the flagship, and the Vandals have dispersed, is it because they know that such casualties at any cost are wrong? Or if there was another conspiracy, Hermanus pondered. "This should have been a good thing!" Hermanus said to himself, "But why are they so frightened, as if something terrible is the matter?" ”

"Battleship! Battleship! Four columns of battleships of the Vandals! ”

"Boom!"

As the soldiers on the tower reported loudly, they saw several bottles of fire oil fall below the tower, and the broken fire oil splashed all over the wooden tower. Several more torches were thrown up, and in an instant the tower was surrounded by flames, and the soldiers screamed in the flames, and the flames set their clothes on fire, and they were full of flames, and they circled around the tower, and finally their center of gravity was unstable, and they fell in the raging flames, and were consumed by the flames. The soldier in charge of guarding the tower screamed and retreated to the stern.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the burned tower, Hermanus stomped his feet in anger, but now was not the time to get angry, and according to the tower's crossbowmen, four columns of Vandals were coming!