Three hundred roared in, their iron swords reflecting a dazzling silver light in the sunlight, and the eyes of the Vandals with their backs to the sun. It's the same killing, just don't take a formation, swarm up, murderous, you have to put them to death.

The Vandals were frightened, and they were in a mess in the face of the Romans who were rushing like a tide, and the women among them screamed loudly, they were completely uncontrollable in the face of such a scene, and instinctively struggled to reach the sea. Loot the small boat, and carry them away from the roaring Romans.

This played into the hands of Luga, because the panicked women disrupted the Vandals, so that they could not form a complete phalanx in front of Luga, and without a neat formation, there was no way to talk about defense.

The three hundred men rushed into the chaotic crowd with their iron swords like hell coming to Yama, like a herd of hungry wolves pounced on a flock of sheep with no way out. Like a farmer who harvests wheat, wielding a sharp iron sword to cut off the heads and arms of the Vandals, making them lose the ability to resist in the screams, the remnants of the defeated army are naturally no match for Luga, and they are like a farmer who cuts wheat, and the cut wheat is spread all over the ground near the sea.

The Vandals rushed into the sea and paddled their arms desperately, trying to get away from the dehumanizing "beasts".

The bloody, murderous "beasts" finally broke the last vestiges of courage from the Vandals, who dropped their weapons, ripped off their armor, and rushed frantically into the sea to fight for the overcrowded boat.

Luga and the others slashed and killed every Vandal they could capture, whether they were soldiers or civilians! Luga only felt that his eyes were blood-red, the color of blood made him rage, made him lose his pity, and his eyes at this time were only blood-colored seawater and soldiers screaming in the sea.

"Kill! Kill you uncivilized brutes! Luga thought that he had no regrets, that the massacre was a matter of course, and that he did not hide his resentment towards the Vandals, and since everything was born of hatred, he would continue with greater hatred. Even Luga thought that such a thing was just common sense, and he insisted on it as the truth!

How can the land of the Romans be allowed to inhabit you illegal barbarians! You are not citizens of Rome, so it is legitimate that you will be slaughtered.

Screaming women fled onto the ships with the same screaming children, and Roman soldiers, also motivated by the primal desire of slaughter, wielded iron swords that had lost their original light stained red with blood. They were all hideous because of the killing, and they saw a soldier rushing to the front, and he screamed to pick up the lone Vandal child, who was so frightened that he had no strength or courage to run away, he just squatted on the deck in pain, trying to show weakness by crying, and seeking mercy from the Romans, but the result was often counterproductive. The Roman soldier picked him up, he didn't even struggle in the hands of the Roman soldier, he naively thought that the Roman soldier would have mercy on him and save him, but the Roman soldier was decisive, and directly lifted the child above his head and threw him into the tumbling water.

Luga watched the child who was not yet five years old being submerged in the rough sea, his thin limbs grasping and struggling in the sea, and every mouth would have seawater pouring into his mouth and nose, and soon, the sea suffocated him, he gradually stopped struggling, the small fire of life was extinguished, and a cold corpse floated on the sea.

Luga witnessed what was in front of him, and he didn't lie that he almost suffocated the painful struggle of watching the child drown alive at that moment. As the boy struggled silently, Luga's heart twisted together, and his eyes were no longer blood-red, but as blue as the sea beneath them. But the unsightly thing is that the corpse of the child floating on the surface of the sea makes the blue in front of him less pure.

Luga stopped, and he looked up to see that his soldiers were still rejoicing in the killing, and there were fewer and fewer Vandals fleeing, for most of them were women and children. Tears swept their faces, and they trembled and fled on the shaky deck, the ships were held in place by iron cables, and they could only follow the planks used to pass between the warships, which were so narrow that they could only pass through one person, and the Vandals who were busy on the warships had to stop their work and pick up the sticks and other barely weapons to join the ranks of the Romans who resisted the attack, but they were not frontal combatants after all, and were naturally no opponents of the Roman soldiers. What's more, the Roman soldiers also had heavy armor, and the wooden sticks could not be beaten at all.

Soon, blood stained the deck red, and the sailors could not stop the Roman soldiers, whose corpses became a hindrance to Luga.

"Free the rowing slaves and let them join the attack!" Luga commanded them, and it worked, for it allowed the team to grow rapidly, and three hundred men immediately became thousands.

"Run, run!" Luga knew that he was powerless to stop the soldiers who had left him far behind, and it may have been that the child's death had inspired Luga's conscience to discover behind the hatred. Although he knew that he didn't have to blame for it, and no one came to hold him accountable for what he shouldn't have, there was nothing wrong with him. But he just couldn't bear to see the women holding the children killed or ***** again, even though they were enemies and stood in opposition to Luga.

It wasn't until they ran to the outermost battleship that they had no way to escape, and the women wept into tears, which made the last remaining sailors kind enough to let the women and children aboard the only lifeboat and lower them from the battleship.

These poor women, holding the child in one hand, and sliding desperately with the other as an oar. It wasn't until the soldier ran to the top of the battleship and killed all the Vandal sailors who tried to resist that the boat was drifting away.

"General, they're running away!"

As Luga slowly approached the front of the line, the leading soldiers looked depressed, perhaps unsatisfied with their unleashed nature.

"Run, run!" After all, Luga was different from them, and the moral values he had learned from childhood bound him and made him unable to stop being good.

"I wish they could drift back to Carthage." Luga looked at the endless ocean in front of them, and knew that they were going to die.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers behind him were still wondering why their general had become sentimental so quickly, when a clipper ship rushed into Luga's sight.

It was a typical offensive warship, and it was like a dolphin swimming fast in the sea, speeding forward. The bow of the boat, wrapped in metal ramming, pointed directly at the boat full of women. The Roman flag of Rabelan was flying on the ship, and because it was not far away, Luga could easily distinguish it.

"Boom!"

The screams of the women were drowned out by the loud crash, and the warship was like a man-eating shark, crushing a boatload of women and children under the metal ramming horns.

"Oh, that's what our chief meant!" The soldiers misinterpreted Luga's meaning, but they thought it was sarcastic and sarcastic, and they praised it in unison.

The ship turned around and swam slowly to the underside of the ship where Luga was, and Luga looked down and saw Berialius, who was happy like a child, looking up at Luga and laughing.

"Oh, Captain of the Ninth Legion! It looks like you've left a few people behind! Berialiu pointed in the direction of the only few broken planks left not far away, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I came in time to help you make up for your mistake!" ”

"yes!" Luga stood on the bow of the boat and said with a wry smile: "It's really hard for you, rowing is really not slow." ”