Chapter 215: Confrontation
"Let all the landing soldiers press forward, quickly!"
Luga realized that Gaiseric was rushing towards them with great momentum, and it was obvious that he was going to capture the troops that had just landed. He did not dare to hesitate, and called on his team to move forward to buy enough time for the landing troops in the rear.
"It is a rare thing that Gaiseric did not use their proud navy to attack Syracuse from the sea this time." Hermanus was on the flagship. He received the oral order brought by the messenger. Looking at the battlefield, Gaiseric was pressing forward step by step. How could he maintain an even balance of power when there was such a huge disparity in numbers? "Does he want to defeat everything by relying solely on the army?"
"Troops, form a semicircle. No matter what, don't let the Vandals get close to the beach!"
A troop of more than a thousand men stepped onto the front line, beating their shields, but every soldier's hand was shaking. There were more than five thousand men on the opposite side, and behind them was the sea. No one knew what would happen next, and they just followed the orders of the legion commander and formed a simple line of defense.
"Come on, the remaining soldiers, stay behind the first array!" Luca loudly ordered his centurions, and said: "I now ask you to stop the Vandals at all costs. Our assistance will arrive as soon as possible!"
Gaiseric rode his horse and led a large number of Vandal cavalry, located on the left side of their team, and a large number of infantry holding spears and shields were at the front. They were only wrapped in animal skins to form simple armor. It can be considered that these were just their cannon fodder. They were in groups and located in the first row of the Vandals.
"Archer! Where's the archer?"
Luga turned around and saw the warships that had arrived late. A large number of men with naked upper bodies or bare chests, each holding a short bow and a bag of arrows, walked over the corpses on the ground and came behind Luga.
Luca arranged them to the rear of the army, and whenever the Vandals charged, they would draw their bows and raise them above their heads.
The two armies were less than 500 meters apart. Standing at the front of the army, Luca could clearly see the large number of Vandal infantrymen. He carried the flag of the legion and came to the front of the team.
"General!"
Hearing someone calling him, he turned around and saw the centurion closest to him. The centurion was young, about the same age as Luca, but unlike Luca, his face was pale and bloodless, and his lips trembled at the same frequency as his right hand holding the sword.
"Why, are you scared?"
Luca asked him with a smile, trying to soften his attitude and the atmosphere. The centurion trembled and shook his head, not knowing how to make a choice. If he was afraid, he was afraid that Luca would be angry. If he was not afraid, it would be a lie. If Luca saw through it, he would be afraid that his life would be in danger.
"Then General, aren't you afraid?" The centurion avoided the question and asked Luca instead. He wanted to see how Luca would answer.
This question made Luca hesitate for a moment. He glanced at the Laban flag in his hand and was distracted at that moment. Although the flag fluttering in the wind was stained with blood, it still couldn't get rid of the brilliance on it. It was the inheritance of Constantine's will.
(The Rabbinic flag, marked with Greek letters and Christian symbols, Black Ear Χρ, the flag of the Roman Empire, because the Rabbinic flag is a flag hung on a cross, Constantine I of ancient Rome chose the Rabbinic flag as the military flag and gave it the meaning of "invincible in the name of Christ.") However, Luca lost his mind not because of some supernatural event like Constantine's possession, nor did he imagine that a certain officer holding the same flag would sweep across the old world, but the burning oil barrels, the soldiers struggling and screaming in the flames, and the piercing river water, the pain soaked in it. And the dagger, the dagger stabbed into his back, the scene that once made people feel thrilling now feels commonplace.
"I'm not afraid anymore!" Luka thought for a moment and came back to his senses. Looking at the Labran flag, he couldn't help but smile. At least at this moment, his words came from the bottom of his heart.
"Occupy the high ground and bring all the prisoners to the front of our formation. Push forward, push forward!"
The trumpet sounded, and the two thousand soldiers under Luca followed closely behind him. The first row of soldiers carried the Vandal whose hands and feet were bound and advanced forward step by step.
"The rotation of warships itself takes a lot of time, so what we have to do is to hold on and not be defeated before the follow-up troops arrive!"
“Hooha!”
The soldiers formed a shield wall and faced the approaching Vandals.
“Wuwuwu…”
A rough horn sounded from the opposite side, the Vandals sped up, they were about to attack.
"Ready! Hold on! Hold on!"
The soldiers held up their shields and placed their spears against them.
"Are you scared? There's no chance!"
The Vandals were close at hand, roaring in like a surging mudslide. The two thousand men formed a simple dam, and the silver seemed thin next to the brown.
"Prisoners, push them up, push them up!"
Under Luca's command, the army suddenly pushed the dozens of Vandal captives towards the oncoming enemy! "Ka-ka-ka..."
Although this could not stop their progress, the captives rushed into the spears standing forward, and their blood splattered all over the Roman shields behind them.
They killed their companions with their own hands, but the blood aroused their murderous intent, which was the hatred that had been buried in their hearts for a long time!
"Die! Die! Die!"
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The Vandals were crazy, they didn't care at all that they were charging a shield wall full of sharp spears!
"Stop them, stop them!"
The people in the back row used their shields to hold the backs of those in front of them. They kept their promise and looked in the direction of the Luga flag!
“Boom boom boom…”
The collision caused a huge roar. Such a huge impact force made the entire "dam" retreat several steps! Countless Vandals were nailed to the protruding spear tips behind their shields. Blood flowed down the spear shafts, making the spears slippery and impossible to hold. However, they did not die. Instead, their veins bulged, and they cursed in an incomprehensible language, reaching out their hands to tightly grasp the spears that pierced their chests.
They sacrificed themselves, but became a stepping stone for those who came after them. A large number of Vandals armed with battle axes leaped up by stepping on the shoulders of their comrades.
"Defense! Turtle Shell Formation! Defense! Turtle Shell Formation!"
Luca roared, his voice a little broken, but fortunately these new recruits were able to remain calm. The ones at the rear suddenly raised their shields above their heads and caught the Vandals who tried to jump into the army. The Vandals were unwilling to give up. They waved their battle axes and chopped at the shields fiercely, trying to break the shields under their feet with brute force.
Luga hid under the shield of the tortoise shell formation and thrust his sword through the gap.
"ah!!!"
Then he heard a scream, and Luca took advantage of the opportunity to pull back the iron sword, bringing back a stream of blood. Then, he saw bright red blood gushing out from the edge of the shield, and his ears were filled with heavy breathing from above his head. The man was struggling to death, and his vitality was madly draining away. Luca was sure that he had stabbed the Vandal's leg artery, and he would definitely not survive for long.
"Put him down!"
Luga patted the shoulder of the soldier beside him. The soldier understood and turned his shield to the side, throwing the dying Vandal at Luga's feet. Luga had no mercy at this moment. He raised his iron sword, grabbed the man's hair, exposing his neck, put the blade against his throat, and pulled hard, ending his life completely.
(End of this chapter)