A month later, on the pier outside Camlo Dulum, Saxon dragon boats lined up on the shore. They were resting their troops, because the last attack had met the Roman fleet that followed without warning, and not only suffered a lot of losses on the shore, but also caught the Roman navy off guard on the sea.

"Go back, it's not worth dying here, the heroes of Valhalla's forefathers are calling us to turn back! Let's go back! "The Saxon soldiers were in the tavern, and they had no wine to drink, so they had to eat bread and toasted onions in the cold water.

But even if they are sober, they can't hide their thoughts, they are very straightforward, they can say whatever they want, and they will never hide their true thoughts in their hearts because they are afraid of anything.

The Saxon soldiers were already feeling discontent because of the pressure on them from casualties and the sudden arrival of Roman reinforcements. They felt at a loss as never before, and they seemed unwilling to make enemies of the Romans.

Patrolling Saxon soldiers wandered aimlessly along the shore of the pier, standing as close to the torches as possible, as this would keep them warm and resist the chilling sea breeze. Listen, the noise they gathered made the soldiers standing guard envious.

Who wouldn't want to sit in a warm house and chat together? Who wants to stand in the cold wind and shiver at the cold sea.

"I really don't know what the hell we're standing here for? I'm freezing! One soldier tightened his leather jacket and grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Oh, come on, my friend," the other soldier comforted him, "hold on, and when we're done, we'll be replaced, and we'll have hot food then." ”

"Hot? Ha, they eat what's left! In the face of the comfort of his companions, this guy still sneered, and nothing could change his current resentment, as long as he was still standing here.

"I can't wait to go back." The complaining creature leaned against the stake behind him, looked up at the sky, and said thoughtfully, "I can't imagine that our leader must be crazy to accede to the request of these forsakens..."

However, his exclamation was not echoed by the soldiers beside him, on the contrary, he was violently shaken back to his senses. "What? Do? He complained as he saw his companion pointing to the sea in front of him and saying, "Look, what is that?" ”

In the direction of the finger, an empty fishing boat floated from where the Saxon soldier could see the light of the fire.

"What's going on?" A Saxon soldier took two steps forward and asked, "Is there no one on this ship?" Hey, is there anybody? Is there anybody? The Saxon soldier shouted twice without receiving any reply, and in desperation, the two Saxon soldiers had to take off a torch and walk towards the fishing boat, which was approaching the shore.

As they got closer, the two Saxon soldiers clearly saw a hand on the fishing boat, as they were holding torches.

"Really." Seeing this hand, the hearts of the two people couldn't help but settle down a little. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It must be this damn fisherman who secretly hid a jug of good wine and then secretly drank it unconscious on the boat." ”

Since they had reassured themselves with such words, the two Saxon soldiers also emboldened themselves and walked forward.

"Hey, get up, damn rotch!" The resentful soldier slapped that hand in the face, but he was a bastard who could vent his anger! How could he have missed such a precious opportunity?

"Anyway, this drunken bastard doesn't know who did it the next day, what are you afraid of?" The Saxon soldier thought to himself, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy.

But the arm did not move, and it seemed that the fellow was already drunk, and ignoring him made the Saxon soldier even more angry.

"Hey, I'm calling you, since you're so rude, then, I have to come for real! You damn bastard, bitch! The Saxon soldier roared loudly, and he grabbed the arm and tugged at it.

"Cave Pass!"

At the moment when the soldier pulled out, a black figure rose into the air and fell heavily to the ground, and the two Saxon soldiers couldn't help but gasp when they looked at it.

The fisherman had been hit by several arrows, and his blood had congealed on his body and wounds, and his face was pale, and it was evident that the blood was about to drain.

"What's going on?"

The two soldiers were very nervous, and the two of them hurriedly looked up at the inside of the fishing boat, where there were two fishermen, both of whom had been killed by random arrows.

"Who the hell did that?" A Saxon soldier asked.

"Romans." Another Saxon soldier jerked an iron arrow from the corpse and examined the arrow and its body carefully. He had fought with the Romans, had braved the rain of arrows from Roman archers, and was naturally familiar with the bows and arrows of the Romans.

"The Romans must have killed them because they were afraid that the fishermen would come back and inform them, and bound their souls with a dense barrage of arrows."

"So what are we waiting for? Go and report to our superiors! One of the Saxon soldiers could not wait, he patted the other man on the shoulder, and hurriedly turned his head, but at this moment there was a slight whistling sound from the sky, and the sound was like a storm that filled the ground.

Naturally, the two Saxon soldiers could not dodge, and they also fell like dead fishermen on a boat, falling among the arrows on the ground.

Under the cover of night, small warships quietly docked, and groups of heavily armed Roman soldiers disembarked and rushed along the pier towards the city, with no shouts along the way, only footsteps, rumbling footsteps.

In the advancing crowd, only one stood in place, and he unhurriedly removed his helmet, revealing his young face, watching the movement of the advancing army grow louder and louder. He was Berialiu, and he had finally waited for this opportunity to fight, and such a novelty was really a pleasure for him, and of course, in addition to joy, he still carefully implemented each step by step.

"Luga, my mission is accomplished!" Berialiu muttered.

At this time, outside the city of Camlo Dulum, a large number of troops quietly approached by the night, and in a sudden moment, only a long attack horn was heard.

In an instant, I saw dozens of burning stones flying into the sky, like meteors, falling in the city of Camlo Dulum, and in an instant, thousands of torches were lit outside the city, and the small flames converged into a torrent of flames forward, surging towards the walls of Camlo Dulum.

The defending Saxons screamed for their compatriots, but when they turned around, they saw the streets and behind them full of Romans, slaughtering unarmed Saxon soldiers with impunity. The sneak attack turned into a one-sided massacre by Rome.

"It's been tried and tested!" Standing on the high ground outside the city of Camlo Dulum, looking at the earth-shattering shouts of killing in the city, Luga showed a cold smile.