Three days later, outside the city of Palermo.

In contrast to the mild climate, almost a kilometre outside of Palermo, a large military camp sits on the main road to the exit from Palermo.

Whether it was on the road or on the sea, Gaisaric blocked it, and unless the Romans in the city had wings and could fly, they could not get out anyway.

After just a little more than a week of blockade, there were no less than a dozen sieges of large and small scales, and Gaisaric was bent on a quick victory, but this was the capital of the province of Sicily, and it was a large city, not comparable to Syracuse.

Although his method was good, it was difficult for the Roman defenders in the city to cope with the two sides, but he did not expect that the Romans would block the entire dock with iron cables, and his fleet could only tilt the ammunition it carried in anger on the sea outside Palermo. Helpless in the face of the layers of iron cables, a forcible impact will only end up in the destruction of the ship and the death of people, and no one dares to take such a big risk.

On land, Gaisaric personally organized two major sieges, but the walls of Palermo were far stronger than he expected, and every moment he approached them, he was met with an overwhelming barrage of arrows and flying stones, which made it difficult for the Vandals to get even half a step closer.

Although Gaisaric mistakenly thought that Luga was just a hairy boy who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, he was still afraid of the army that was now in Syracuse, after all, there were 3,000 men, and who could say that there would not be a large number of Roman soldiers in the Apennine Peninsula, which was only three miles away.

Attack, only strong attack, quick attack, if you don't take Palermo, the battle in Sicily can't be opened. I thought of locking up all the aid of the Apennine Peninsula for Sicily by taking Sicily, but the appearance of Luga was unexpected, although the first contact with him took advantage of it, but those more than 1,000 people were nothing compared to Syracuse.

"Damn the Romans!" Gaisarik cursed in his tent, clenching the knuckles of his index finger as he pondered over the tightness of the defenses. The question of how to take the city is too serious and urgent. He held the wine glass in one hand and tasted the juice in the glass, which he learned from the Roman nobles of Carthage, Gaisaric knew that he was a barbarian, and there was still a certain gap between him and civilization, in order to make himself behave more like a civilized person, so as to close the distance.

"King!"

A shout interrupted his train of thought, and he looked up with a frown, looking at the daredevil who had broken in with displeasure.

The Vandal gasped for breath, and looked as if he had traveled a long way, and after a moment's relief, he said, "King, my king, T, Trapani, lost, lost!" ”

"Smack!"

The glass fell to the ground, and the wine in the glass spilled to the ground, and the fuchsia juice reflected in Gaisarik's face, and he froze in place, his face full of indescribable expressions. In addition to being shocked, Gaisarik was only shocked.

"Really, really?" Gaisarik's lips began to turn into a worn, and the words that came out of him trembled a little.

"It's true, it's true!"

The herald repeated both sides in succession, and he was also afraid that Gaisaric would not be able to believe it!

(It's not like in the TV show where Gaisarik slumps on a stool and stares blankly at the tent cloth overhead.) He was the commander of the army, and he was able to maintain absolute composure in the face of such shocking news. He just stood there and took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind.

"Who did it?" Gaisaric asked in a deep voice.

"Uh, uh, it's Luga, Aurius. Flavis. Luga, adopted son of Augustus Theodosius, you have met, king. ”

"Luga!" Gaisaric clenched his fists and raised his foot to smash the falling glass, "Aren't you showing off your might in Syracuse, aren't you marching in Syracuse!" Why, why! Gaisaric was angry, he couldn't contain his excitement, he paced back and forth at a faster pace, and he realized that he had been fooled, but it was too late.

"When did this happen?" Gaisaric asked again.

"Three, three days ago!"

In the face of the surprisingly calm leader, the soldier didn't dare to raise his head, so if the bad news of half the sky falling could not make him impulsive, then it was really too unexpected, could it be too sad and reflexively calm? Behind the composure is an even bigger outburst.

"Trapani has fallen, and all the Vandals in the city have been killed!" The soldier seemed to be fully prepared, and he did not know how much courage he mustered to tell all the bad news he wanted to convey.

Fortunately, Gaisaric was mentally prepared, and he made a lot of mistakes this time, and slowly walked to his desk step by step, opened the map of Sicily, and asked, "Is there any news of the Roman army again?" ”

"Ah, yes, yes!"

The soldier pondered for a moment, then said, "The Roman army is divided into two groups outside the city of Trapani, one stationed inside the city and the other coming north for us. ”

"That's all? Do you know where they go? ”

"That's all, scouts can only convey so much."

"It's been so long!" Gaisaric gritted his teeth, his finger tracing back and forth across the map, which was the same road Palermo and Trapani saw, at the foot of Mount Etna.

"Three days have passed, they should have arrived, could it be that they want me to die here?" Gaisaric whispered to himself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, he fell into memory again, remembering that when Trapani learned that there were a large number of Roman scouts on the same Syracuse road, he did not care, thinking that the Romans were afraid, so he sent a large number of scouts to hide his weakness, and then Luga's army went out of the city, and then the army with the banner of Rabelan entered the port, and then he reacted, it turned out that the large number of scouts was not to hide his weakness, but to cover up Luga's traces, After he left the city, he divided his troops into two ways.

"Divide a unit into three routes, Augustus's adopted son, how many people did you bring with you?" Gaisaric was lost in thought. "Since you're all here, then ......"

"What shall we do, King?" The soldier was anxious to get a reply from Gaisarik.

"Order the soldiers to stop the siege!" Gaisaric thought for a while, straightened up, threw the map of Sicily in his hand, and said, "I'm going to see how powerful this adopted son of Augustus is!" ”