"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the gates of Thessaloniki shook and dust fell like a waterfall, and the Roman soldiers lined up behind the gates took two steps back, their centurions beckoning them to combine their shields to form a wall of shields.

Everyone was looking at the cracked walls and the moaning gates that were pounding and pounding.

"Hold on, don't mess up, hold the front, believe me, it's going to get better!" The centurion at the head was struggling to maintain the morale of the soldiers, although they were also sweating profusely and their words were trembling. Just watching the city gate clang, mixed with the roar of the barbarians outside the city gate, the most primitive fear haunted everyone's heart.

"They realized that the gates could not hold up." Areobindes looked at the walls in distraction, and then said to Luga, "Your soldiers are shaking, most of them are just a bunch of civilians with only simple training, look at their panicked appearance, oh my God, oh my God, you can't imagine how crazy you were when you made such a move. With that, Areobindes let out a oozing laugh, and the destruction had just begun before him.

Countless flying stones fell from the sky like meteors, dragging long black smoke down from the sky and falling on the houses and streets, and the tiled roof was instantly pierced and the flames burned and ignited the blankets and other flammable items in the house. So the whole city in front of me was ignited, and the fire continued to spread in the city, but no one tried to extinguish it, and everyone was in a hurry to deal with the enemy in front of them, and their numbers were too large.

In the streets, a large number of women and children were crying and screaming aimlessly, and the soldiers were coming and going, and the streets were chaotic, and the soldiers and panicked civilians twisted together like ropes. The angry scolding of men, the screaming and crying of women, which indicates that the sound of the end of the world is transmitted to the ears one by one, which will inevitably make people despair in their hearts.

The missionary was holding a Bible in his hand and calming the soldiers and civilians who came and went, trying to calm their hearts with God.

"Choose a merciful God to have mercy on you, and the Lord will give you strength so that the sword will not hurt your flesh, and the barbarians will not shake your hearts!" The priest took out all the holy oil from the church and put it into a large basin of water, and he couldn't stop muttering, he dipped his hand in the water and slapped the foreheads of the soldiers in front of him who were ready to go to battle, so that they could calmly fight.

But this is not easy to say, the soldiers, who are only briefly trained civilians, who are dressed in rudimentary leather armor, and who are not even as good as the servant armies of the Huns outside the city. With the blessing of the priest, they closed their eyes and prayed to God over and over again, and at this time they were all devout believers, and I am afraid that the piety of a true saint is no more than that.

The chaotic crowd crowded the southern gate of Thessaloniki, they were stopped by the soldiers guarding the gate, both soldiers and officers, they knew that if they came to the city gate, not only civilians, but probably more soldiers would flee in disguise and hide in the chaotic crowd, and the escape of soldiers would have a huge impact on morale.

The cries of the children were drowned out by the roars of the soldiers, and it was true that the Hun army was like an uncontrollable catastrophe, using its powerful destructive power to torture Thessaloniki beyond recognition. The soldiers were still struggling, they were nothing more than lambs in the wolf's mouth. The first thought of danger was to escape, and everyone present wanted to escape from Thessaloniki and continue south to a place out of reach of the Huns.

"Look, poor bastards, praying and trembling with their crosses, Luga, what do you take to resist Attila, what do you take!" Areobindes laughed and asked Luga that he must have been crazy to be like this.

Luga sat on the side and said nothing, his eyes fixed on the city wall, where the Romans and the barbarians were strangled together, the blood stained the stones on it red, and the blood flowed down the stone walls of the wall, dripping red the helmets of the Roman soldiers standing under the wall, they could not retreat, they could only climb the wall one after another and throw themselves into the battle.

Andrew dodged left and right with a Spada's iron sword, because the excessive force of his hands made it difficult for him to kill the enemy, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, because his sore arms made him unable to lift the "heavy" Spada's iron sword in his hand, and the chaos on the city wall was even worse than expected.

"Luga! Luga! ”

Andrew called Luga's name as he walked forward, because in his last memory, Luga was still on the wall, and he didn't know that Luga had long since left the wall. But as a brother in distress and a loyal captain of the guard, he should have been by Luga's side.

He slid past the chaotic pile of soldiers, walking in a stealthy way, but not for a moment. The stone slab under his feet was slippery with blood, so he walked carefully with every step, but after a few steps he stopped, for in front of him a barbarian soldier with an iron-clad stick in his hand was staring at him with red eyes.

This guy has become a bloody man, plus the same bloody iron rod, God knows how many people have been blown out of the head under his iron rod, and in the same way, this strong man's thick nostrils inhale and exhale heavily, enjoying the smell of blood in the air, and his every move is revealed to Andrew This guy is not to mess with! He discovers Andrew and doesn't mind letting Andrew be his next Stick Revenant.

"Oops!" Andrew was startled when he saw this strong man holding an iron rod in both hands and smashing away all the people who stood in his way, and killed him with overwhelming momentum.

"Roar!"

The barbarian roared, his hands jerking up the iron rod above his head and slamming it down towards Andrew. Andrew didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly raised the Spada's iron sword in his hand as a counter.

"Dang!"

The iron rod smashed down and collided with the Spada's iron sword, such an impact force made Andrew, who was already weak in his hands, unable to hold the Spada's iron sword in his hand, and he wailed that the iron sword came out of his hand, and it fell on the stone slab covered with blood under his feet.

"Haha, look what you're up to, damn little thing!" The barbarian screamed and raised the iron rod in his hand again. Andrew couldn't see it, but he had no weapons or shields that could stop the barbarian's attack, and he could only retreat again and again, constantly dodging the iron rod swung by the strong man.

The barbarians attacked frequently, and Andrew dodged again and again, and retreated to the edge of the city wall.

"Die! Die! Die! The barbarian roared and raised the iron rod sharply, and Andrew hurriedly retreated, but his right foot stepped on a corpse, causing his center of gravity to fall back violently. The barbarian's iron rod did not fall, and Andrew fell from the wall with his head up, and he did not have time to let out a scream.