"Father, the Vandals have retreated."

Beria remained on the battleship, and he was terrified by the tremendous impact of the impact, he had never felt such danger approaching. It's not just that the heart is beating wildly at this moment, and his legs are a little swinging, it's hard to imagine that the battleships under his feet have broken through nearly five in a row, and the battleships of his own people are now in a mess on the sea, full of stranded battleships, as well as planks and sailors who call for help with planks. All of this was done by his father, Hermanus.

Hermanus stood motionless at the bow of the ship, as if time had frozen at that moment, and the Vandals scattered at his feet, leaving behind a trail of blood and piles of corpses. He wasn't sure if one of the dead bodies lying in the Crimson Land below was Luga himself.

"If I had known, I would have obeyed his orders, and it would not have been like this!" Hermanus thought as he gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the wooden fence in front of him.

"What about Luga? Go get him back! Hermanus commanded without looking back, and did not know who was commanded, and did not pay any attention to the sailors who were struggling in the sea of blood below, and worried about the adopted son of the defeated Augustus, which made Berialus unable to understand or understand, and he stood still motionless.

"What are you waiting for? Go find it! ”

Hermanus jerked his head back and yelled at Berialius, "What? Nor have you obeyed my commands? Hurry up and give it to me! ”

The roar brought Berialiu back to his senses, he gritted his teeth, and stiffly saluted the back of his father in front of him: Yes. Then he turned around and ordered more than a dozen soldiers together, put down the boat, and entered this red sea.

The salty sea breeze mixed with the heavy smell of blood, and it was filled with dead bodies and nearly drowning soldiers, who struggled and wailed for help in the sea of blood, and the scene was like hell. The rowing soldiers carefully used their oars to remove the corpses floating on the sea, and used their oars to push away the soldiers who wanted to approach their boat and call for help, with only one purpose, that is, to save him Luga, the commander of the Ninth Legion. Berialius resisted the strong stench in the air, which Berialius described as a smell from hell, which almost made him faint.

"Hey, Luga, where are you?" Beriali shouted towards the sea full of people, and then all the nearby warships dropped their ropes to help the drowning man get onto the boat, and Beriallius and his three warships shuttled through the mess, and no matter how Berialius shouted, his voice was always drowned out by the wails and cries around him. No, he only recognized one person by one, and looked for corpses one by one.

Just when Berialius felt that all hope was gone, he heard the soldiers behind him exclaim: "Look, sir! ”

Berialius looked in the direction of the soldier's finger, and saw not Luga, but the Rabelan flag, which was so red with blood that it was almost impossible to make out the marking, and the flag was left alone behind the wreckage of a large ship.

"Quick, paddle over, paddle over!"

Berialius hurriedly beckoned to his soldiers, who quickened themselves with the oars in their hands. He remembered that Luga had taken this flag with him before he set out, so he would be inseparable from it.

Slowly approaching, the flag was less than an arm's length away from Beria, who looked at the blood-stained flag, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and slowly grabbed the Arabraran flag.

"Whew!"

The moment he grasped the flagpole, the Rabelan flag fell forward, and he saw the wreckage of the ship being violently pushed down, and a black figure burst out of the water.

Such a sudden move made everyone, including Berialiu, exclaim in surprise, but the black shadow stopped. Only then did Berialiu come back to his senses, his gaze focused, and what Beriali saw was a broken shield, several sharp broken logs hanging nearly ten centimeters from his face, and he opened his mouth wide and forgot how to scream.

"Is that you?"

The shield slowly retracted, and Berialius could see the face behind the shield.

"Luga."

Berialiu was stunned, but his lips trembled and he called out Luga's name. Everyone calmed their hearts, but when they saw Luga, they didn't say anything, and one turned over and got on the boat, and handed over the Rabelan flag in his hand to Berialius, which was thrown directly into Berialiu's arms rather than handover.

"Why are you here now?"

Luga was now on the boat, soaking wet, and the sea water fell down his heavy armor and merged into a pool of red water at Luga's feet.

"You, injured?" Berialius looked up at Luga, but he did not dare to look him in the eyes of his glaring eyes, and was afraid that Luga would take the father and son for their own crimes.

"No, I'm fine!"

Luga's reply was brief, and his tone was as cold as the Alps, and he took a few steps forward, looked at the soldiers who were still struggling on the sea, and then asked in a loud voice, "Why didn't you save them?" With that, he shouted at the soldiers who were floating on the sea: "Now, all go to the shore!" Quick, such a big piece of blood will attract sharks, go, go! ”

Like a shepherd, Luga stood at the bow of the ship and drove the soldiers in the sea to the shore. When the boat docked, Lugar took Berialiu and jumped onto the beach on the shore to join the wretched soldiers.

"Where is this going?" Berialius asked.

"Syracuse!" Luga said without looking back, "Go back." ”

Near sunset, Hermanus' fleet docked at the docks of Syracuse, where the rest of the ships disembarked except for the troops who landed first. Although Syracuse was besieged by Gaisarik, he did not use any destructive weapons, so the rest of the city remained intact except for the defenders who suffered heavy losses. Luga was relieved, at least he didn't need to be involved in their restoration work, not to mention that there was a camp to live in, at least so that the soldiers who were working hard with him had a place to sleep!

But there was one more thing that made him realize that he had to deal with it, and the problem was already very serious!

"You go back and tell your father that he's ready to go to the barracks, oh, you come with me, do you hear?" Luga's tone was more like a reprimand and intimidation, so Berialius felt extremely aggrieved, because it was his father who refused to help with firepower, but Luga counted it together, it seems that this time their father and son are destined to not be able to escape the reprimand of Augustus's adopted son and the next punishment and punishment, punishment, whether it is a demotion or a killing, it is unknown.