Chapter 195: Late Arrival

"I can't just sit there and do nothing!"

Finally, one of the silent officers could no longer tolerate the cowardice of Theodosius II, and he threw his helmet hard to the ground. This was obviously heard by Caesar Theodosius II on the chariot, but it seemed that this move did not work.

However, the officer didn't care about Caesar's indifference at all. He was angry and he would not watch the soldiers of the legion die in vain.

The officer got on his horse and before leaving, he took a last look at Theodosius II who was still praying. As expected, his eyes were full of disappointment. Yes! It was disappointment in the Augustus of the Empire.

"Trumpeter, blow the cavalry attack horn!"

After the officer gave the order to the trumpeter, he did not care about the helmet thrown on the ground. He spurred the horse and kicked its belly hard. The horse neighed and in a blink of an eye, a pile of dust was left.

“Woo~woo~woo!”

The long Roman horn sounded, signaling the cavalry to attack! Finally, they could finally attack! The cavalry cheered in unison, and then they saw the officer without a helmet carrying a lance in front of the cavalry!

"Augustus lost his personal guards and was heartbroken. He couldn't command the war, so he specifically ordered me to lead you and let those unwashed and smelly Sassanids know how powerful the Romans are!"

“Hooha!”

The cavalrymen, who were filled with anger, could no longer bear it. They had been waiting for this moment, waiting for someone who could lead them to attack! Of course, that person came! All the soldiers tightened their reins and roared loudly.

"For Rome! For the Legion!"

Under the leadership of the officer, all the cavalry of the First Constantine Legion were dispatched. They shouted and fought fiercely, following their commander closely, and rushed without hesitation to the back of the second array of Sassanid troops who were fighting fiercely.

Izdegerd was definitely not blind, he clearly saw the Roman cavalry charging towards their army. Of course, at that moment, a barrage of arrows shot at the galloping Roman cavalry, and soon, horses in the team were shot and fell, leading the cavalry on them to be killed, but this still couldn't stop them! They just wanted to quickly join the battlefield and rescue the besieged second formation.

"Forward! Forward!"

The almost crazy cavalry commander threw away the shield he was carrying, and kicked the horse's belly with both hands tightly holding the lance. The warhorse neighed in pain and sped up. In coordination with the roar of the rider on horseback, he rushed into the rear of the Sassanid army regardless of everything.

The sudden attack caught the Sassanid army off guard, and hundreds of people were knocked to the ground in an instant. When the soldiers inside came to their senses, it was too late, because the first thing they saw when they turned around was the bloody lances and swords.

"Die! Die! Die!"

The splashing blood dyed all the warriors fighting to the death red, and the blood-stained masks looked even more hideous in the sunlight. The soldiers of the second array cheered, and they shouted until their voices were hoarse, and they attacked the Sassanid army in front of them frantically. Even if the enemy used shields to block them, the Roman soldiers still swung their iron swords and chopped wildly. If the sword was broken, they would use the broken sword, and if there was no broken sword, they would use the shield to smash the Sassanid enemy desperately.

The archers on both sides had been infected by the roar of the bloody battle and had also become extremely manic. They didn't care if they would accidentally hurt someone. They desperately pulled their bows and arrows and shot desperately at the place where they thought the enemy was the most. Arrows fell on the battlefield like raindrops. No one cared whether the fallen were enemies or friends. They only needed to know that their arrows never missed and every time they shot someone down. In an instant, corpses were everywhere. The blood gushing from the numerous wounds dyed the wasteland red, as if it had rained heavily, soaking everyone thoroughly. Blood dripped onto the ground along the iron armor. Thousands of people were waving their murderous weapons in their hands and desperately wanted to kill each other, no matter how cruel the method was, so the ground was full of limbs, heads and corpses.

"Kill! Kill all these filthy bastards! Kill! Kill! Kill!!!" The crazy Roman cavalry didn't care about the passiveness brought by the loss of mobility. They kicked their horses hard and tried desperately to squeeze in so that they could swing their swords and kill every Sassanid enemy who blocked their way. They didn't care that the enemy's archers had come behind them. In an instant, the last soldiers were shot and fell down. This was a completely suicidal attack.

"It's better not to go, it's better not to negotiate!" Theodosius II murmured, and his trembling hands took away Marcus' body and gradually covered his face. "God, what should I do, what should I do! I am your poor, devout believer, tell me, tell me! What should I do!"

Andrew pressed his right hand hard on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes filled with uncontrollable anger. He hated the emperor for being so incompetent. No wonder, if he was not incompetent, how could he sign a treaty with the Huns to cede land and pay compensation?

"Witness it, Augustus of the Eastern Empire!" Andrew pointed in the direction of the battlefield. "Your legion is about to be destroyed, and you are doing nothing, thinking that crying and praying can get God's help? I am afraid I have to tell you the truth. God only helps the strong. The reason why he has not appeared and given instructions is entirely because your prayers do not receive his sympathy!"

"What!" Before Theodosius II could react, the officers standing around him were not happy. They pointed at Andrew and angrily shouted, "Caesar is Augustus of the Empire. He will not be taught a lesson by a so-called close bodyguard from the Western Empire!"

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Not only were they not anxious about the current situation, but they defended their Augustus. Were they unwilling to face the fact that their legion was in a crisis? No, they could see, and they knew better than Andrew what the consequences would be if they did nothing. However, their calmness made Andrew incomprehensible. Even when disaster was imminent, they were still able to remain calm and quietly wait for their Caesar's confession! It was for that one person, a life. Andrew hated it, but in the face of so many critics, he could only grit his teeth and endure it silently.

"Orius Luca, he should be here by now!"

Unexpectedly, at this time, Theodosius II suddenly said such a sentence, which surprised everyone present, including Andrew.

(End of this chapter)