Chapter 264: Beach Landing

"Get in the water! Get in the water!"

They were close enough to the beach, and the brave Anlasis could not bear it any longer. He shouted and jumped off the boat first.

Behind him, except for the rowing soldier, the rest of them shouted and jumped off the boat to the sea where their calves were above the sea. They laughed evilly and insulted the Vandals loudly, as if this could boost their morale and frighten the enemy. I wonder if the Vandals on the opposite side could understand their rude words.

Of course, how could the Vandals allow the oncoming Romans to march towards them intact and full of energy as if they were at a military parade?

Hundreds of people bent their bows and pointed arrows at the oncoming Romans. Dense arrows were fired from the front and left, which was the most fatal unconsciousness for the Roman soldiers who had not yet gained a firm foothold. Arrows swept across, and soldiers kept falling down screaming as they were shot.

Anrasis was able to advance step by step with the help of the shields of several guards on his left and right, but the soldiers following him could only block the arrows in front of them, so they had no power to resist the unstoppable arrows shot from both sides. People were constantly shot and fell to the ground, and more people gritted their teeth and struggled forward under the rain of arrows.

"Just like I said, form a tortoise shell formation! Form a tortoise shell formation!"

Anrasis shouted behind him, thinking that the soldiers needed a target. At this time, he saw the flag bearer holding a dragon head flag who had just jumped off the boat and was walking towards him with difficulty.

"Hey, you! Come here, come here!"

Anrasis waved to the flag-bearer. Seeing this, the flag-bearer did not dare to be negligent and held the flagpole in his arms and trotted over.

"Yes, yes! It's right here. Come quickly, come quickly!"

Anlasis urgently needed this iconic dragon head flag, so he kept urging the flag bearer to move forward. The war was urgent, so how could the flag bearer not perform well in response to the general's call?

"laugh!"

He lowered his body and ran all the way, but when he was less than five meters away from Anlasis, the flag bearer suddenly leaned back, and an oncoming arrow pierced his head through his left eye. It was unknown whether this attack was fatal, but in that short moment of leaning back, it was too late. Arrows were flying in a concentrated manner, shooting into the flag bearer's body from all directions.

“Boom!”

The standard-bearer could not reach the designated position after all, and he fell down in front of Anrasis. So many arrows had already determined his death.

“Damn it!”

Anlasis slapped the sand under his feet fiercely and cursed. The dragon head flag was lying quietly on the beach not far from the corpse. Anlasis needed it, but as long as he took the dragon head flag, he would definitely be blocked by the archers' concentrated fire. If he assigned other people, I'm afraid no one would dare to take this life-threatening thing.

But the army was so scattered that it could hardly move forward under the dense coverage of the Vandals' arrows. The soldiers needed leadership and unified command and could not become sitting ducks for the Vandals on the beach.

"Cover me, back off! Back off!"

As the highest commander, Anlasis was naturally aware of what role he should play. He ordered his guards to step back, and when he was less than three meters away from the dragon head flag, Anlasis jumped up and picked up the dragon head flag. At the moment he picked it up, several arrows were stuck in the beach not far from his hand.

"Got it! Got it!" Anrasis laughed wildly while holding the dragon head flag in his hand. He didn't care at all even if the arrow grazed his scalp. After all, it was a common scene. For this general who had been fighting on the line between life and death for many years, it was no longer a problem of concern.

"Blow the horn, and order all the remaining survivors to gather!" Without a moment's delay, Anlasis loudly ordered his guards to blow the horn to gather. "There are only more than 500 of us who landed the first time. I don't want all my soldiers to die before the second group arrives at the shore!"

Soon, the horn sounded, and the scattered soldiers began to slowly gather together, and formed a tortoise formation under the command of Anlasis. This was not like the tortoise formation in the early Roman times, which was based on a century. After years of improvement, the tortoise formation was even expanded to allow two field regiments to be combined.

"How many archers do we have left!" Anrasis turned around and asked.

"There are less than fifty of us left." The centurion behind him replied, "We were within the range of the Vandals when we landed just now. Because our formation was scattered, those of us with shields were fine, but the archers without shields suffered serious damage in the chaos."

"The trebuchets in the rear stopped when we landed. Are they afraid of hurting us? Useless fools!"

Now being beaten by the Vandal archers, Anlasis, who couldn't bear to see himself at a disadvantage, was naturally full of anger. Now there were only fifty archers, half of whom were lost when landing. Although there were Vandal archers everywhere in front of him, he was not sure what kind of strength the Vandals had behind the defense line. So he couldn't just rush forward at once, he needed to wait, wait for more reinforcements to arrive.

"Sir!" At this time, the soldier next to Anlasis shouted to him, "The second field regiment is approaching!"

Looking back, Anrasis saw the small boats, loaded with a field regiment of soldiers, approaching the coast.

"Hey! Don't stop when you get off the boat, come here, come to us!"

Anlasis waved the dragon head flag in his hand towards them, which of course made the centurions in the field regiment see it clearly. They called on their soldiers to quickly get off the boat and ran towards Anlasis in the rain of arrows. Of course, many soldiers were shot and fell to the ground along the way.

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With the reinforcement of this field regiment, Anrasis now feels more and more confident.

"Now, maintain the current formation, advance, and keep advancing!"

The huge tortoise-shell formation, with soldiers holding large round shields in the front and archers in the back, advanced step by step under the arrows of the Vandals. When they were less than 50 meters away, Anlasis raised his hand and shouted, "Attack!"

“Woo woo woo!”

"Attack! Attack!"

The soldiers behind them scattered in a hurry, and the archers at the back stood up suddenly at the order to attack and pulled the bow in their hands.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

There was a sound of bowstrings being pulled, and 150 arrows flew into the air and landed on the heads of the Vandals behind the defense line. The Vandal archers were overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of arrows, which bought precious seconds for the charging troops.

"Get up and fight back!"

The Vandal officers whipped the archers hiding under the bunkers with whips, forcing them to raise their heads. But when they raised their heads again, they felt a black screen in front of their eyes, and a Roman soldier had already ridden on his head.

(End of this chapter)