It turned out that the strong walls could not hold back the enemy in front of them, and if it was not possible to completely guarantee that the entire city, whether the citizens or the soldiers, would be able to share the same hatred, then even halving the height of the wall would be able to stop the Vandals from attacking.

But Rome's arrogant and impersonal system was destined to fill the city with dissenters.

They were slaves like rats, what were they in the eyes of the Romans? Livestock, tools and rats.

These discriminated against fellows were not willing to shed their blood and sacrifice for these slave owners, because they knew that if this was over, they would still be slaves, and their status would not change, so it would be better to turn against the guests and let the Vandals enter the city and slaughter their so-called "masters".

The sudden outbreak of war shattered the city of Rome, which had finally returned to tranquility, and now the whole city was filled with fighting and roaring.

The killing in front of you will make the faint of the faint of the faint, but the killing cry that only hears the sound but can't distinguish the location can only be used in the dark will make people frightened.

The Romans had already been frightened by the imminent attack, and it was not surprising that they were not soldiers, and they had no ability to protect themselves, let alone their families, so they had no choice but to flee when disaster came.

At this time, the army, realizing that it was about to be doomed, did not make the same choice as the citizens, and they quickly assembled under the orders of the officers, and formed a defensive posture in front of the city, but unlike before, they were no longer defending against the Vandals who could appear outside the city at any time, but the Roman citizens who wanted to leave the city.

"Oh my God, please, for God's sake, let us out." The lowly Roman citizens stood in front of the soldiers' shields and wept, eager to treat these shield-bearing soldiers as if they were gods, eager to tell all the misfortunes that had befallen them since birth, and longed for mercy even once.

"Let's get out, you stupid guys! We are not your enemies, listen, your enemies are behind us, do you see those fires? It's full of Vandals, and they're waiting for you to cut off their heads! A guy dressed as a nobleman was pointing behind him and yelling at the garrison officer in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I didn't receive any instructions for us to open the gates." The officer guarding the gate did not follow the nobleman's request, "This is just a small sneak attack, and the Vandals will eventually fail, so you don't have to worry too much." ”

Immediately afterwards, I saw the officer guarding the city raise his head and shout at the citizens behind the nobleman: "Now, the show is soon over, this is just a show, everyone, go back to your own rooms, the situation is about to be calmed down, in between, please don't panic too much!" ”

Didn't the officer really see the flames that scurried into the sky?

The adjutant standing next to the officer was a little unbearable, looking at this group of citizens with an extreme desire to survive, the fire behind them and the "Grim Reaper" shuttling in the flames, if they went back, then all that awaited them was death.

"My friend, they're going to die, they're going back?" The lieutenant leaned close to the officer's ear and whispered to him, "You know that this is not a drill, and if they go back, the Vandals will not let them go." ”

"You know what happens when we open the gates!" The officer turned his head sideways and stared at the adjutant deadly, "If this makes the whole situation fall out of control, then they will survive, and it will be us who will die!" ”

Seeing that the officer's attitude was so resolute, the adjutant really couldn't resist his persistence, so he simply swallowed a mouthful of saliva and took a step back.

"You should know who I am!"

Seeing that such a level of order could not shake the officer in front of him, the nobleman stepped forward, lowered his voice, and threatened the officer: "I am a member of the Senate, I now order you to open the city gate!" ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to, Your Excellency!"

"Damn, I'm ordering you!" The nobleman lost patience, and he shouted and drew an iron sword out of nowhere, the tip of which was pointed directly at the officer in front of him.

As soon as the weapons were revealed, the soldiers to the right and left of the officer hurriedly rushed forward, and they raised their shields as a defense, and set up their spears to face the swords of the so-called senator.

Luga led a group of soldiers to the Cathedral in Rome, where heavily armed temple guards had already guarded the ornate church.

"Leo!"

Luga stood outside the church, calling out to Nario's room at the top of the temple, only to see a figure flash through the fire-lit window, and then the window opened, and it was a priest.

The priest then got up and stepped aside, and Leo took his place, poking his head out and looking at Luga, who was calling him below.

Luga stopped calling, he just looked at Leo, and the two of them stopped for a few seconds to keep watching each other, and after a few seconds, they nodded at each other as if they had a heart, as if they had silently decided something.

So that no one knew what they had promised, and the other soldiers all stared at their Augustus and the Pope with wide eyes and disbelief, and even so, they could only sigh secretly: worthy of God's chosen one!

Luga turned around and walked towards the harbor with the soldiers behind him, and along the way, the fleeing Roman citizens were everywhere, and they did not dare to block the path in front of the soldiers fighting the fire.

Two blocks away, Luga saw the Vandals killing people and setting fires.

They went on a rampage to slaughter the Roman citizens who were powerless to resist, and cut down the Roman soldiers to the ground before they had time to gain a foothold.

The streets were strewn with corpses, and Luga boasted over them, drew the dragon's breath sword he had carried for years, and flapped his shield vigorously with a dull, crisp sound.

The attention of the Vandals was drawn to Luga, and they looked up to see a group of Roman soldiers who had arrived belatedly.

I saw the soldiers gathered together, to the right and left of the officer in the middle.

Vandal looked at each other, and then laughed wildly, after all, there were really not many Roman soldiers who dared to resist, and they didn't know what kind of courage these guys had to fight against them.

They beckoned to each other and swung their axes and iron swords at Luga, who raised his shield and slung his sword to his waist as the two armies were about to collide.

Luga gritted his teeth, not being involved in the fight for a long time did make his hands rusty. But even so, he didn't hesitate to raise his shield and rush forward!

"Boom!"

I was afraid that I didn't expect Luga to take the initiative to attack, and the Vandal soldiers in front of Luga didn't stand firm before their eyes went black, and they were knocked to the ground by Luga's shield.

Without any hesitation, Luga raised his dragon's breath sword and stabbed it into the chest of the fallen soldier, twisting the hilt of the sword and pulling it out, the whole action in one go, without the slightest flaw.