The Vandals began to attack, their battle axes raised and roaring, and their oozing screams were the kind of force they used to terrorize their enemies. In the face of the oncoming Vandals, Anlasis was not afraid, this general had seen all kinds of scenes, and he was used to intimidating novices in such a way.

"Onward! Forward! ”

His orders were like a clarion call for an attack to motivate his soldiers, and the shield spear soldiers at the front of the formation stood up for their spears. The tip of the spear was pointed directly at the oncoming Vandals, charging fiercely from a distance of less than ten meters between the two sides.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The armies of both sides collided desperately with a loud crashing sound, because the shields and spears brought a powerful impact, and the men in the rear pushed people to ensure the stability of the formation. Like a river hitting a solid rock, the Vandals rushed up and collided with the first column, screaming and being knocked to the ground by shields and spears. Unlike the scattered Vandals, the Roman soldiers in dense formations were close to each other and kept advancing, which brought stability that the Vandals could not match.

With the rapid blow of the horn, the follow-up shield sword soldiers lined up in a plane behind Anlasis, and like a huge shield, blocked the Vandal soldiers who were trying to surround the hundred-man phalanx in front of them. The archers found a high point, pouring arrows into the Vandals' array. The infantry of the two field regiments formed an impregnable "wall" that prevented the Vandals who came to counterattack from advancing, and had to pay a heavy price in the battle without making any progress.

"What? Are they all there is to it? ”

Seeing that this group of attacking Vandals were overturned one by one by the soldiers in front of Amlasis, their fighting level was not at all above the same level as the soldiers under their command. Compared to his soldiers, the fighting Vandals were more like a mob of untrained men, wielding axes and slashing at the soldiers' shields, and while some were falling, it was clear that the Vandals were paying a heavier price.

Soon, casualties forced the Vandals to stop their attack. Their confidence began to waver, their roars were gradually suppressed, and the fierceness on their faces gradually disappeared, replaced by fear, doubt, and they felt that the Romans in front of them were indestructible, at least in their own strength.

They began to waver, and yes, as you could see from the battle, they kept retreating, facing the blood-stained "fortress" in front of them. At least they understood the truth that they had more than enough power, and thought that they could defeat the Romans by outnumbering and roaring, but the Romans' astonishing performance told them that it was a mistake.

On the beach outside the defensive line, warships washed up on the beach, and a large number of Roman soldiers jumped from the bow of the ships. Ignoring the formation, they ran like a tidal wave towards the dilapidated line, and there was not much time left for the Vandals.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

I heard a loud roar from the direction of the city of Carthage not far away, and when I turned my head, I saw smoke billowing from behind the thick walls of Carthage. The attack of the warships on the sea did not stop, and in a short time, dozens of smoking oil drums flew out and fell into the city of Carthage on the warships that made a collision sound.

"The Vandals have backed away!"

This was the most important scene that Anlacis had seen after hearing the roar, and although he had been stained red by the splattered blood, he was still fighting with intent to fight. It's just that when he was blindly seeking battle, the opponents in front of him, the Vandal's ragtag army that he looked down on, turned back because of the roar, and naturally felt uneasy when he saw that his city was surrounded by thick smoke, and there was a commotion among them, and soon, before the commander gave the order, they dispersed in a hurry, leaving behind Anlasis and his soldiers who were still looking at each other.

"That's it, it's over?"

Anlasis craned his neck to look at the Vandals who were getting farther and farther away, and he was still recovering from the battle he had just had.

"Keep up the fighting speed! Keep up the fighting speed! ”

The supervising soldiers and drummers constantly reminded the boating slaves, and the coming and going soldiers supervised the slaves with oars in their hands with leather whips. The drummers beat the drum rapidly, and they demanded that the slaves row to their rhythm in order to keep the ship at speed.

The sailors on the deck were already heavily armed, and they were waiting on the railings with daggers and darts.

The ship sped forward to meet the Vandal ship. Hermanus stood on the deck, and two sailors helped him put on his armor. Berialius stood behind him, this was strictly speaking, it was his first time participating in a battle, and it was so huge at the beginning, I am afraid that few people before him could be lucky enough to participate in such a huge naval battle, which for Berialius This battle is won or lost, as long as he can survive, I am afraid it will be crucial for his life.

"Berialiu, my son."

Hermanus was dressed neatly, and looked back at Berialiu, who was now behind him, this time he no longer greeted his own son with a smile as usual, but instead was dignified and serious, at least let his children know that this time it was no longer a game, but a real desperate! He asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

Berialius did not know why his father Hermanus would ask this, and although he trembled with his hands tightly on a short spear because of nervousness. At this time, he was still so hard-mouthed, and he was reckless in front of his father, although he was swinging all over, he didn't forget to open his trembling lips and complain: "The sea breeze is so cold today!" ”

This was obviously a deliberate attempt to avoid his father's question, and Hermanus did not intend to pursue it, for even if his child shook his head at this moment, he would not blame anything, for he knew that at the moment when Luga turned the ship away, his son Berialus was destined to accompany him until the end of the war.

"Light warships go first, meet the enemy! Meet the enemy! ”

The order was given, and guided by the sound of the horn, dozens of warships carrying archers left the fleet and pounced on the oncoming Vandal ships.

Each of these small ships had a fixed brazier on top of it, where the archers lit their oil-coated arrows and stood by as the Vandal warship approached as they approached. They began to light the arrows in their hands and place them on the bowstrings, keeping their eyes fixed on the Vandals who were getting closer.

"Close to range! Get ready! ”

Their commanders shouted loudly, and the archers, armed with fiery arrows, did their best to keep themselves steady on the shaky ships.

"Steady! Steady! Steady! ”

If you ask them if they are panicking, the answer is of course, no one knows if they will be able to come back this time.