Chapter 109 Blood on the Rhine

"Don't slow down, move forward! Move forward!"

Andrew was beside me, constantly looking at the soldiers beside me and behind me.

"Tap tap tap"

The heavy footsteps sounded like the beating of drums, hitting the ground beneath their feet. The Burgundians asked the strongest soldiers among them to stand in the first row, and they formed a semicircle, like an eggshell, tightly protecting the old, weak, and sick inside.

"Bang bang bang"

As I was running, I heard the loud sound of bowstrings in front of me. Looking up, I saw arrows flying out from the Burgundian army like dense raindrops.

"Defense! Defense!"

I shouted and raised my shield above my head, but at this time many people were rushing forward with their heads down, and my orders were quickly drowned out by their roars.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak"

People around them kept falling down after being shot by arrows. They were drowned in the crowd behind them without even a groan. This tiny amount of casualties was basically insignificant to such a raging torrent. The defense line formed by the Burgundians was right in front of them. The soldiers drew their javelins and put them on their shoulders while running. A bloody battle was about to take place! "Attack! Attack! Tear them apart! Tear them apart!"

Andrew roared, leading the soldiers behind him to speed up again. In less than ten meters, the Burgundians hid their bodies behind their shields, and they crowded together in layers, trying to withstand the impact of our charge!

"brush!"

Hundreds of javelins flew out from above my head and landed among the Burgundian troops. I saw red blood blooming layer by layer in the Burgundian army formation, and screams filled everyone's ears.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The charging Roman soldiers rammed their shields hard against the shields of the Burgundians, but the result was just as the Burgundians had hoped to see, their flesh and blood bodies could not shake the army in the slightest.

"Luka!"

Andrew put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around and looked into his eyes. He stared at me and said seriously, "No matter what happens, don't show mercy to any Burgundians. You must stay alive!"

After saying that, Andrew let me go, and after a run-up, he suddenly jumped up. I really don't know how strong this guy is. Carrying such heavy armor, this strong man stepped over the shield that was almost as big as a person and rushed towards a huge rock that fell from the sky.

“Boom!”

A group of people were knocked down by Andrew, including the bastard with the shield. In an instant, the seemingly indestructible Burgundian shield formation had a gap only as big as one person. But it was enough. The continuous influx of Roman soldiers made it impossible for the Burgundians to seal the gap. This small gap instantly caused the Burgundian army formation to collapse.

I held back the pain in my chest, waved the cavalry sword in my hand, and shouted, "Assemble! Assemble!" In this way, the soldiers under my command could follow closely behind me.

I looked up again, wanting to see what happened to Andrew, but I didn't see him because I was blocked by a group of Roman soldiers. I couldn't see what was happening to Andrew at all. The gap in the Burgundian army formation was getting bigger and bigger, and more Burgundians were scattered. The Burgundian soldiers who originally relied on the formation now had to fight separately.

"Brice! Brice!"

I turned and called Brise, and he ran up to me. I grabbed the mail shirt at the hem of his coat and pulled him in front of me.

"Sir!" he called me, not knowing what I was going to do.

"Follow me, none of us can die!"

As I said this, I loosened his chain mail, held the shield in my left hand, and the sword in my right hand, and followed the crowd into the chaotic battlefield.

I used my shield to knock down the Burgundian who was trying to get up, and I led the fifty or so soldiers behind me to keep moving forward. The Romans and Burgundians were fighting each other all around. Whether it was the Roman side or the Burgundian side, the formation no longer existed. Only my phalanx was still tightly together and moving forward.

"The Burgundians are doomed!"

I shouted to the soldiers behind me, reminding them that victory was just around the corner. Because I was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, I saw all the Burgundians who tried to resist, they didn't even have swords or the most basic armor, and the weapons in their hands were all kinds of tools, most of which were grass plugs, which should be the only weapons they could use.

Looking at their eyes again, they were filled with fear. They trembled in front of us who were fully armed, but they didn't want to just lay down their weapons and wait for our slaughter like pigs. Most of them were teenagers and gray-haired old people, who couldn't even hold the grass sticks in their hands. I even saw many women among them. They were wearing long dresses and holding a wooden stick tightly. Although they had the courage to resist us, their eyes were evasive, which showed that they didn't have much courage. The fear was from their hearts.

I and my fifty-odd men were confronting them. You must be wondering why we didn't attack when we had such an absolute advantage. I think it was just because I was soft-hearted. I held the cavalry sword tightly in my hand. Now in the crowd, the soldiers drew their javelins and waited for my order.

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"Die! Die! Die!"

The soldiers around me roared and beat their shields like hungry war mastiffs, and I was the invisible chain that tied them up.

"They are just defenseless civilians. Why? Should I kill them or not?!"

This has become a bond within me now.

"Sir! Give the order, kill them, kill them!"

Brisdi held the horn tightly in his right hand, urging me again and again, and constantly reminding me: "They have weapons in their hands. Anyone who picks up a weapon is our enemy!"

"Our enemies?" I murmured, as if asking myself. At this point, I thought of the old coachman from last night, who lost his only child and daughter-in-law because of my insanity and obsession with killing.

I originally thought that after Andrew's advice yesterday, I had become more open to killing. However, for some reason, when I saw these civilians in tattered clothes who were still resisting with sticks of wood and grass, I just couldn't bear to drive my soldiers to kill indiscriminately.

"So whose children and husbands are these people?"

The feeling of guilt surged into my heart once again, and my hands began to tremble. I couldn't figure it out at all. I remembered the look in the woman's eyes that day. I knew that as long as I gave the order, there would be more and more desperate looks like this, watching their lives slip away.

Sorry, I had a physical fitness test today and I was tested on several items. Now I can’t even lift my arms. Sorry, this is all I can write.

(End of this chapter)