Such an almost rude negotiation made the old aboriginal not know how to translate, and he was hesitant to do so, not knowing whether he should do it, after all, Luga's words were very rude.

"Just do as I say!" Luga said to the old native, his tone unmistakable.

"Yes, yes."

In this way, neither side can afford to offend each other, so that this cautious old aboriginal does not know what to do. He nodded tremblingly at Luga's command, but he did not dare to speak to his master. The whole negotiation went into a cold field.

Evidently impatient, Luga beckoned to a Saxon-speaking soldier in his camp and said, "Repeat to this barbarian what I just said!" ”

The soldier received the order and immediately repeated Luga's words to the Saxon messenger in their original form.

As Luga expected, listening to the soldier's recounting, Luga could clearly see that the Saxon messenger's face was blue and white. Obviously, he was very angry when he heard this, and he had to say that it was an unprecedented insult to his already the war mastiff tribe he represented.

"War, we, not afraid, war!"

The messenger glared at Luga, and he spoke in stiff Latin, little by little, as if to make a final statement for this brief negotiation.

"War? Haha, of course! Luga stood up, rubbed his hands, and said to the Saxon envoy: "War is the purpose of our trip, otherwise we have come all the way just for tourism?" ”

Luga asked rhetorically, and then hurried down to the Saxon messenger, looked at him without regard for etiquette, and said to him in a low tone: "War, there is no need to wait too long, because from the moment you express your position, the war really begins. ”

As soon as Luga's words were finished, a deafening trumpet sounded outside the tent.

"What? What the? ”

Such a trumpet sound was so unusual that even the Saxon messenger could not have imagined that Luga would attack rashly at such an unrealistic time. It will only catch the Saxon defenders who are waiting for the results by surprise, so that there is no honor at all, it is cheating, cowardice, and deceit.

As Luga had done, he didn't need any reason to follow the so-called great doctrine, the great etiquette, with these barbarians. Because he firmly believes that these bitches are not worthy, he just regains this land that has fallen for too long according to his own ideas.

"Yes, I don't need to inform you of anything, or tell you to bring back the news of our attack." Luga said in front of him, and suddenly, Luga made a move, and he smashed his fist at the Saxon messenger, only to hear the old aboriginal man beside him scream, and the Saxon messenger choked and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, several soldiers swarmed up and tied up the hapless Saxon messenger.

Luga then turned back to look at the old native, who knew that he fell to his knees with a "cave", and trembled at Luga's feet, for fear that Luga would try to do with the dead Saxons, cut off his head, and throw the headless body into the city.

"Arise, people of Rome." Unexpectedly, Luga actually restrained his hideous appearance at that moment, and replaced it with a dignified, God-like love. He slowly picked up the old native, and carefully patted the dust off his body, and said to him: "You are a citizen of Rome, and you should be protected by the Empire, of course, we are indeed late!" ”

The old natives looked at Luga with tears in their eyes and nodded heavily at Luga.

"Okay, Arecio!" Luga called to Arecio and said to him, "Take this old man down and inquire in detail about the situation in the city, and may what we have done these days not cause a plague in the city." ”

Then Luga looked at the Saxon messenger and said to him with a smile: "It is with all my heart that I invite Your Excellency to join us in watching how we have conquered this insignificant city. ”

After saying that, the Saxon messenger was dragged out of the camp by the soldiers without any will, and went to the battlefield.

It's noon, and it's the time of day when the temperature is at its highest. The city of Camlo Dulum was filled with Roman soldiers, who were cheering and fighting at the call of Father Giangcarlo, and besides, they were too numerous and were waiting with the help of dozens of trebuchets with improvised ladders in their hands, ready to attack the walls of Camlo Dulum.

"Click..."

With a loud bang, dozens of stones flew out of the Roman army and landed on the walls of Camlo Dulum, which were not supposed to defend against such an attack. The wooden walls crumbled under the beckoning of stones, and the arrow towers collapsed in a fragile manner, and I don't know how many Saxon soldiers or improvised aborigines were buried.

"Haha, who still uses a ladder for such a defense?"

The soldiers roared, dropped the ladder on their shoulders, and shouted at the trebuchet behind them with their weapons in hand: "One more time, one more time!" ”

"Click......"

Just a few minutes later, another round of stones attacked, and the stones whistled in, instantly breaking through the already vulnerable wooden walls.

"Boom ......"

The inadvertent collapse of the city wall caused a chain effect, and a large section of the city wall collapsed with a bang.

"In the name of God! Offensive! Offensive! ”

The soldiers roared like a tsunami towards the crumbling wall, the thousands of men charged and the mountains shook, the Saxons tried to drive the forced conscription of the natives as the first line of soldiers to resist the Romans' onslaught, their weapons were also very rudimentary, they were basically farming tools, and there was basically no combat effectiveness to speak of.

These inexperienced natives were on the front lines, each of them with fear written on their faces and overwhelmed by the swarming Roman soldiers.

"They're going to kill us, they're going to kill us!"

Such words circulated among them, and such remarks that shook the hearts of the army instantly spread to everyone's ears, and they were indeed frightened and shaken.

"We are not their enemies, we are not their enemies!"

I don't know who shouted such words, which made everyone on the scene completely lose the determination to resist the last bit of resistance. "Run! Run! ”

The natives screamed, dropped their "weapons" and fled, leaving only the Saxons, and while they were at a loss, the Romans were already following in the footsteps of the natives!