"I remember today's shame, Aurius. Luga. Returning to his formation, Gaisaric muttered to himself, his face flushed with anger, and the weight of each step. In the lowlands, he knew that although his soldiers were brave, the mortal body could not withstand the condescending onslaught of the cavalry, and he did it to survive and let his men survive.

His soldiers made way for him, and all of them stared at their king's loneliness, his blood boiling and restless, or he had disappeared without a trace.

"Retreat! Fall back! ”

The junior officer beckoned his men to follow behind Gaisarik, and they boarded the small boat from which they had come and departed far away until they were back on the great ship on the sea.

"It's over, it's as simple as that?" Andrew still didn't seem to recover from the nervousness he had just had, he looked back at Luga beside him, since Gaisaric had decided to retreat with his army, he had remained silent like a statue straddling a horse, and if it hadn't been for the breeze that lifted the cloak on his back and the wolfskin fur on his shoulders, he would have been like the statues seen from time to time in the streets of Rome.

"Luga." Andrew whispered his name, but it didn't move Luga in the slightest. Andrew closed his mouth consciously, for he saw Luga's pale face and the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Andrew suddenly realized that Luga was just having palpitations after this big gamble, and although he was comforting Andrew, he was probably even more panicked in his heart. But as the supreme commander here, he couldn't back down, even if he did it hard, and God knows if his heart trembled when he uttered these bold words that were deliberately provoking Gaisarik? He didn't have it easy.

"Yes, it worked, it's really incredible." Luga muttered, finally speaking. He staked his life and that of all the Roman soldiers in the fortress, and gambled on Gaisarric's suspicions, believing that if he could be tougher, the more he would show his current courage, and faintly reveal his strength to his enemies.

Gaisaric didn't know what was hiding behind the high ground, the disadvantage of the terrain and the fact that he was in it made him hesitate, and he couldn't teach the damn guy in front of him a hard lesson for a long time. He chose a later period and lost the most crucial step to end the war. He couldn't believe that Luga didn't have the ability to fight them at all, and he regretted it, which is a later story.

Gaisaric departed in disgrace, and to the Romans he looked like a dog with a tail between his legs. The cavalrymen raised their weapons and cheered loudly, celebrating together a victory that was basically won by scolding, but there was not a hint of joy in sight in Lugar in front of them.

"War, war has begun!" Luga muttered with a gloomy face, looking at the ripples left by the ships in the distance of the Vandals, and he realized that this was far from over. The Vandals would not have been defeated by such a small setback, and they did not hesitate to tear their faces with Rome for the safety of the Iberian Alans, and Gaisaric was also under a lot of pressure.

But there was always a respite, and Lugatsema turned back to the gate of the fortress that had just turned the corner. After the devastation of the war, the fortress is no longer visible, the walls have collapsed, and the dead are everywhere, and it is more of a ruin than a fortress.

The cave gate was guarded only by two well-dressed but disgraced soldiers, their clothes dirty and covered with dust and blood, and their faces full of exhaustion, but they still saluted to Luga's standards.

Lu Jia was very moved by their attitude, but he didn't know how to express it, after all, there was a huge disparity in status, he nodded in response, and patted the two of them on the shoulder, and whispered to them: Good job!

Stepping over the corpses, Luga walked inside, he had witnessed the battle in the distance, and when he was in the middle of it, the familiar smell of blood in the air still touched Luga's nostrils, and he couldn't help but cover his nose with his cuffs to avoid such an unfriendly smell.

I don't know when he started to get used to such a smell of blood, and there was a faint rejection in his heart. Fortunately, this feeling is not too strong, and he can barely accept it.

At this moment, only a commotion was heard in this place full of dead people, and the terrible voice, with the angry curses of others, came from directly in front of Luga. Luga sensed that this was not a trivial matter, and he quickened his pace, through the wreckage of the severed arm, to the meeting place in the depths of the fortress at noon.

It was a large group of soldiers beating up more than twenty poor worms, and I don't know what kind of mistake they have committed.

"Damn coward, you really deserve to die with your superiors!" Only one soldier could be heard scolding loudly.

"Damn it, surrender, surrender to us, with the cowardly expression and approach you just used against the Vandals, damn bastards, damn bastards!"

I really don't know what kind of hatred made them fight, they are former comrades-in-arms, and they are compatriots on the battlefield at the same time.

"What? Do? Luga yelled at the soldiers, telling them to stop.

Probably not expecting someone to scold them and tell them to stop, they turned their heads, stared, and looked curiously at Luga, who had stopped them.

At this moment, in the midst of the group of soldiers came a thin man, who looked angry, and his body was as thin as the corn stalk of Africa. His ragged clothes, his armor was torn and bloodstained, his eyes were red, and his iris were so concentrated from the killing that he would not have recognized him as an officer here if it weren't for the fact that he had more vertical iron horns on top of his head than the other soldiers.

The officer had a brutal look, but he was also a man with long eyes, and he saw that Luga's clothes were new, except for his shoes, which were stained with some blood and dust, everything else was new, especially the wolfskin shawl that only generals were qualified to wear. He thought to himself that there was no legion commander here, only the soldier commander arrived, so could this person in front of him be......

"Captain Soldier!" The officer immediately stood up straight and gave a dignified salute to Luga, and then the soldiers behind him immediately stood up straight, only the victims were curled up on the ground and could not move.

"What's going on with them?" Luga asked the officer, pointing to the beaten man.

"They are all people who surrendered to the Vandals in battle!" The officer replied.

"So, what are you going to do with them?" Luga asked.

"Kill them!!" The officer said categorically.

Luga shook his head and said, "After all, they ran away because they couldn't see hope, and they always had to leave a chance, so let's use the law of eleven." ”

With that, Luga turned around, stepped on the corpse, and left without looking back.