CHAPTER 330: CHAPTER 164: EXTERMINATION OF A CLAN! RAIDING THE SENATE! (DOUBLE CHAPTER)

Rome.

Gaiseric, the leader of the Vandals, was attempting to open the city gates under the guise of an allied army. As the Barbarian Race army approached, the people of Rome felt uneasy. The Roman Church realized this was an opportunity, so Pope Leo I immediately led a group out of the city to negotiate with Gaiseric, trying to persuade him to lead his army away.

Not long ago, Pope Leo I had persuaded the Huns to retreat. Although God’s Whip, Attila, was no more, the prestige of the Roman Church had significantly risen.

Gaiseric received Pope Leo I as he exited the city.

But just as he tried to deceitfully open the gates of Rome with promises, a sudden sound of galloping hooves rang out.

Several bloodied Vandal cavalrymen arrived, panicked, saying, "An elite cavalry unit is attacking us!"

"We’ve suffered a great defeat! Countless casualties!"

What?

Gaiseric was taken aback; he couldn’t focus on anything else and immediately ordered, "Tie him up."

"The army shall retreat to Sicily at once."

Over a dozen fierce Vandal men surged forward, tying up the unarmed Pope Leo I and the Bishop of Rome.

Night fell.

As Duncan led the cavalry on a raid towards Rome, a battle also broke out in the direction of Sicily.

In the darkness, Merlin’s figure emerged, his expression cold, seemingly having spent too much time with Duncan, he too had become somewhat decisively ruthless.

A flash of cold light.

The silhouette of the British Sword Saint Merlin dashed forward like a specter, and in an instant, three or four people were pierced to death. Behind him, an elite unit charged into the port of Sicily, killing everyone they met and quickly seizing control of the port.

These people were mostly two-star units, some even possessing certain supernatural powers.

A gust of the Wind of Magic surged.

After killing more than ten people, Merlin was surrounded by surging magic. Immediately, a flame appeared in his palm, and with the oil barrels on the ships ignited, the wind direction around changed, causing the fire to quickly spread across the entire port, igniting all the docked warships.

"Fire!"

"Put out the fire quickly!"

Chaos spread rapidly, Merlin’s eyes narrowed slightly, he flicked the Sword in the Stone in his hand and his figure flew out, killing more than a dozen people.

This Sword in the Stone must already be of no use to Arthur.

That night, Merlin personally led hundreds of elite troops, achieving a great defeat over the Vandal garrison on Sicily, burning dozens of warships and several other vessels, effectively cutting off the Vandals’ retreat route.

Italian Peninsula.

After the fall of Ravenna, the British Legion advanced in two directions, one straight towards Rome, capturing the former capital of the empire, the other moving towards the direction of Foggia, driving the plundering Vandal army towards what in later times would be near Naples.

Back then, the Vandals crossed the strait with only about eighty to ninety thousand people. The population of the nomadic tribes was not large.

After Gaiseric captured Carthage in North Africa, the Vandals obtained a territory, began to rest and nurture their population, which gradually increased, but the total population was estimated to be around two hundred thousand. This time, Gaiseric brought over twenty thousand people into Italy, nearly all of their elite.

Days later.

A great battle broke out near the coastline of Naples.

The British Legion assembled thirty thousand troops, forcing the enemy near a small coastal town with no natural defenses, leaving Gaiseric to mobilize the Vandals in a desperate counterattack.

According to the original plan, there should have been a fleet to take them to Sicily, and then calmly return to North Africa’s Carthage.

But unexpectedly, the port of Sicily turned into a sea of fire overnight.

Nothing was left.

Strong winds howled.

A cavalryman rushed towards the direction of the black Dragon Banner, quickly dismounting and saying, "Governor, sir!"

"The Vandals’ envoy says they have Pope Leo I in their hands."

"If we don’t withdraw our troops, they’ll kill the Pope."

"If we let them go."

"They’re willing to give up all their spoils of war and cede areas like Sicily, Sardinia, and Corsica Island."

Kill the Pope?

Such a good thing?

Duncan couldn’t wait for them to kill Pope Leo I.

Upon hearing this, he coldly said, "Do not think about it."

The Vandals plundered Italy for nearly half a month, and now they just want to leave?

How could there be such a good thing in the world?

At dawn the next day, the two British armies launched a simultaneous pincer attack on the town where the Vandals were trapped. Having undergone wars with the Franks and the Western Goths, now facing the Vandals who had a fierce reputation in North Africa, everyone felt like they weren’t much of a threat.

The Vandals were very savage and brutal.

But their strength wasn’t as formidable as imagined, even not as capable as the Frank elite of Molov.

Their rise had a fair share of luck.

Because by the time the Vandals rose, most of the famed commanders of that era had died.

Aetius died suddenly, the old king of the Western Goths died in battle at Sharon, Molov was mainly active in Frank, and suddenly around the Mediterranean in Italy, there was no match for Gaiseric, the leader of the Vandals.

It was an era where losers set sail.

The Saxons couldn’t defeat the Franks, so they invaded Great Britain.

And during the westward migration of the Vandals, they first reached Gaul, then lost to the Franks, migrating their tribe to the Spain area. Before they could stabilize, the Western Goths came, and the Vandals suffered consecutive defeats, forcing them to cross the sea to escape to North Africa, eventually relying on some luck to effortlessly seize Carthage.