Chapter 30: A Brutal Victory
We collided fiercely with the group of Burgundians. Since I was on the front line, I didn't even know where I got the strength from. I held the shield in my left hand without using it for defense. The shield was also a weapon. I swung my arm and hit the poor guy in front of me hard in the face.
“Woo!”
The Burgundian fell to the ground, holding his face, blood gushing out from his fingers. I didn't give him a chance to struggle, and thrust my sword into his chest. The poor guy didn't even have basic armor, and I thrust in and out in one go, causing blood to spurt out like a fountain.
If I say I'm not afraid, it would be a lie. Just like when I saved Dr. Bella's family, I swung my sword and killed people without any consciousness. Every time I killed a life, strange pictures would appear in my mind. It was on a battlefield. There were enemies on all sides, surrounding us. I couldn't see other people's faces, but I saw the flag, yes, the flag of the Gemina Legion, flying above my head.
Another Burgundian rushed up to me. Through the firelight, I saw her thin body and the roar of the charge. It was a woman, yes, a woman with a shield and a spear, rushing towards me. I was not in a hurry. I gathered strength with my left hand, and when the spear was about to pierce my helmet, I swung it back.
"when!"
The swung shield deflected the spear head, and the force caused the woman's right hand to open, exposing the weak spot of her chest.
"die!"
I didn't raise the sword to stab her chest, but a more cruel idea came to my mind. Of course, I followed my heart. I suddenly turned sideways and swung the sword to cut her hamstrings.
"Hannah!"
There was a man behind the woman shouting loudly, which attracted my attention. The poor Burgundy man's eyeballs were about to fly out of his sockets. Such an expression showed that this man had a special relationship with this woman.
The woman screamed and fell to her knees. She was dead. She was dead! She looked up at me with tears of despair in her eyes. Was she begging for mercy? No, I would not be soft-hearted!
Just as she was about to look back at the man, I didn't intend to give her any more chances! I held the sword high in my right hand, cut it in mid-air, and fiercely stabbed it into the woman's spine. I twisted it hard, and I clearly saw the woman's tearful pupils gradually dilate, and her whole body could not fall down because the iron sword was pierced into her spine.
"laugh."
Pulling out the bloody iron sword, the woman fell to the ground with a thud like a puppet with its strings cut. I killed her in a very cruel way. I was already scared and screamed loudly in my heart, but I just couldn't control my hands. The man went crazy, he threw away his shield, and rushed towards me with both hands holding the axe!
"Another one? Haha, come on!"
I swung the iron sword that was already covered in blood and flesh, and roared at the man like a bloodthirsty beast, "Come on, Burgundians, take revenge! Come on, you coward!" I also lost my mind in an instant, killing people with mad eyes, without any guilt or remorse. This killing frenzy made me even more excited! "Ah!!!"
The man's eyes were filled with tears. He no longer planned to live. All he wanted now was to rush up and hack me to death to avenge the woman named Hannah!
"laugh!"
Less than three meters away from me, his roar stopped abruptly. The flag of the Gemina Legion ruthlessly blocked his way. The huge golden spearhead pierced his abdomen until it rested on the protruding base of the spearhead. He shifted his gaze and looked at Andrew beside me. Andrew held the flag in one hand, his whole body was stained with blood, and his face looked even more hideous under the red decoration. Despair, I saw despair on the face of the Burgundian man. He closed his eyes and waited for death to come. Of course, I would fulfill his wish. I swung my sword and chopped him off.
"Attack! Attack!!!"
The old warlord roared at the top of his lungs, and we defeated the group of Burgundians who blocked our way in just a few minutes. At this time, the commander blew the horn of attack again, and the troops were stabilized! The fleeing mercenaries stopped and looked back at us. Seeing that we were advancing like a hot knife through butter, there was no other motivation that could inspire people more than seeing hope.
"Look, it's those damn Roman bastards!"
"Hey! Romans, beat these sons of bitches hard!"
Our shouts finally infected most of the retreating mercenaries, causing them to pick up their weapons that had been discarded, roaring, and charging in the direction we pointed our spears! How could the Burgundians be so willing to give up the victory that was about to be won in vain? Of course they didn't want to. The originally scattered troops gathered together under their shouts, and their shields formed a huge shield wall towards us. Our mercenaries were no different from a group of scattered ants, rushing towards the Burgundian army from all directions.
The Burgundians are barbarians, but judging by their deployment, we are more like barbarians or a mob armed with swords and spears.
“Boom boom boom.”
These strong men relied on their strong bodies and rushed forward with all their strength, trying to knock down the Burgundians behind their shields. However, the Burgundian army had four layers in total, and even if they knocked down the first one, the sharp spears would come towards them, not to mention that most of them could not even break through the first layer.
Not to mention the mercenaries who were charging in head-on, even the veterans Andrew and I who followed were a little overwhelmed by the shield wall.
"Order all units to make a detour and attack from the sides and rear!"
The old governor was a man of good eyes and saw the weakness of this formation at a glance. Moreover, there were not many Burgundians who launched a sneak attack at night. Together with the mercenaries who counterattacked, we quickly formed a numerical advantage.
“Woo, woo!”
The trumpeter blew the horn again, this time with a different rhythm, probably as a means of command, but at this moment, the most critical and core problem came. These guys had no idea what the horn meant, and thought that the Burgundians could not hold on, so they attacked more frantically. However, they spent a lot of energy on chopping the shields of the Burgundians, and the Burgundians were not panicked. Under the orders of their leader who came from nowhere, they strictly guarded the front line and slowly gathered into a circular formation, and began to slowly retreat, which made them seem impeccable. The mercenaries, who did not understand military orders, were in an even more difficult situation.
"Alas, what a bunch of damn idiots!" The old commander cursed angrily, "If they had known earlier, they should have started training in the city. Why did they have to go to the battlefield? They are just a bunch of cannon fodder, ignorant barbarians!"
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But cursing didn't get any good results. Even if they cursed until their voices were hoarse, the soldiers couldn't fully understand what the governor meant. While they were hesitating, they saw the governor's eyes focused on the burning tent.
"Soldiers!"
The old warlord waved his hand to signal us to retreat, and pointed at the burning wood around us, saying to us: "Pick up these woods and throw them among them. I don't believe these bastards are not afraid of pain!"
Following the order, we scattered to pick up the wood that was burning vigorously.
"Fire!"
At the command, dozens of us worked together, and dozens of burning sticks flew into the Burgundian army. In an instant, chaos began to appear in the innermost part of the Burgundian army, accompanied by screams and wails from many people. The originally stacked formation was in chaos, and the Burgundians inside covered their burned parts, and some simply let the fire ignite.
"Okay, kids!"
This is what we want! The old commander's eyes lit up. "Let's do it again, kids, let's do it again!"
"Fire!"
This time we gathered all our strength and threw the fire sticks hard. The fire sticks fell into the Burgundian army like raindrops. The Burgundians could no longer hold on. Some of them could not bear the pain of burning and rushed out of the army, but they were soon killed by the mercenaries outside. The Burgundian hedgehog formation was completely in chaos. More and more mercenaries were inserted into it, and the confrontation soon turned into a one-sided massacre.
"Long live Rome!"
Victory was at hand, the old commander shouted loudly and led the charge out.
(End of this chapter)