"Oh my God, my God."

Andrew didn't have to take a single step, his whole body was sluggish, he looked very depressed, and his mouth kept babbling. I'm pretty much in this state, look at me now, an old, shiny black leather armor, and a notched Germanic sword with a layer of rust wrapped around it. What is this? Weighing the sword in my hand, I hadn't used a weapon in a while, and it was hard to imagine that this thing should be my age.

"Alright, don't talk too much!"

The bastard leading the way in front of him turned around and glared at us both viciously and tugged at the rope in his hand. Oh, I forgot to mention that Arecio was afraid that we would run away, so he tied the two of my arms together with a rope and let the guy in front of him lead me.

This guy is a Roman, and he kept me at a distance of nearly five meters just to be on the safe side. Hey, I really don't have the urge to kill you, okay? Besides, why did you give me a weapon when you guarded me? Not to mention the fact that I have Andrew's bolted up behind me, and how incredible it is to stay in sync at this distance. This dead fat man, he has always been with Arecio, I think, after all, compared to those thin guys patrolling the streets, he is very healthy, and even a little fat, he can maintain such a figure after being besieged for so long, it is impossible to be like this without an official position.

You're going to ask the two of us if we don't resist if we have a guy in our hands. Oh, I have this thought, too, but both hands are bolted, and the most important thing is that there are two people on the left and right sides of the special one, and they will always cause us to change one of us.

"Alas, consider yourself unlucky!" I had to say in frustration, God knows if I have the aura of the protagonist, if I had, I wouldn't have been caught so casually, look, bolted like a dog, what is this!

"Boom!"

A huge flying stone passed by the city wall, knocking more than a dozen people on the city wall into the air.

"Boom!"

The flying stone lost its strength and was attracted by the heavy blow, which accompanied the dozen or so soldiers who fell to the ground like falling leaves. The splattered smoke rushed straight over, like an invisible wave crashing over.

"When! While! While! ”

There was a loud knock on the door, and the slaves of Ba Gouda came to the door for an interview,

The barbarians around them were in disarray, probably like the defense, carrying bundles of arrows to the city walls. There was also a whole group of mercenaries with shields and spears, who were running towards the gate, skirting the rubble and corpses in front of them.

The man leading the way stopped, presumably startled by the knock on the door of the Gordale elements.

"Quick! Support the city gates! Support the city gates! ”

More and more mercenaries scattered in groups towards the dusty and smoky city gates. There must have been a lot of people in the haze, and there must have been a lot of people there.

"Boom! Huh!! ”

The sound of shattering, I saw the smoke that gradually dissipated, and it was suddenly blown away by the strong wind.

There were more than two hundred mercenaries gathered behind the city gates, and they were tightly clustered together, silently waiting without saying a word.

At the moment when the gate was smashed and opened, the shouts of killing outside the city shook the sky, and the hordes of Bagunda soldiers poured in like a flood.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Do you really not know what this group of slaves is fighting for, freedom? They're not already getting! Look at them, striking their shields with their bodies, not at all estimating whether they will hurt themselves.

The Germanic mercenaries were indeed known for their strength and fearlessness among the peoples of Western Europe. The two hundred men did not flinch at all in the face of such a ferocious enemy, and in the face of their desperate ramming, the Germanic mercenaries clung to their phalanx to keep it fixed. Like a dam, it will hold back the city gates like such a flood of attacks. Let the slaves have no way forward for a while.

"It seems that it is not for nothing that Arecio treats Germanic mercenaries so favorably."

For me, who had seen the power of the Germanic mercenaries for a long time, the Germanic mercenaries were somewhat unreliable, but they were definitely able to stand alone in real battles.

"So, where are we going to be?"

The heroism of the Germanic mercenaries, these barbarians really inspired me to fight, certainly in my absolute safety. I looked at the warrior who kept fighting, and my heart was also full of blood, after all, it was close at hand, as long as I loosened the chains, I would definitely be able to take Andrew into battle with me!

However, no one answered my words at all, so I looked down and looked. What about the Roman who just led me? There was no one in front of me, and when I looked back, there was no shadow of the four guards beside this guy except Andrew!

"Andrew, what about them?" I asked him.

"I've already run away, I guess I'll see their boss this time!" Andrew shrugged his shoulders and continued, "Luga, so what do we do now?" ”

I looked at him, then at the tightly tied rope in my hand, and after two attempts with both hands, I found that there was no sign of loosening at all.

"Damn, you can use the strength to eat to tie me up!" I kept struggling, scolding impatiently, what kind of enthusiasm and ambition are I talking about now, but it's special! How the hell is this rope untied!

"Quick, Andrew!" I shouted at him, stretched out my hands to show him the end of the rope, and said to him, "Swing your sword, cut this rope, and let me out!" ”

Andrew looked at the iron sword in his hand, then at the rope between my hands, and swallowed, his sword was no different from the one in my hand.

"Luga, is this really possible? I mean, the sword is already blunt. Andrew said this, but his body was very honest as he grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and aimed the rough blade at the end of the rope, and on the premise of considering that it was foolproof, he saw him raise his sword sharply, and drop it sharply!

"Click!"

The iron sword slashed at the rope, only giving the thick rope a superficial wound, and it was still too early to cut it!

"Holy! Don't be so blunt! ”

I see it in my eyes, it's in my heart, what is this? This iron sword can't even cut the rope, and give me the opportunity to go into battle to kill the enemy? I really think I have the aura of the protagonist!