Chapter 312 Sweep

This time, not many troops were dispatched. Luca only brought more than 2,000 people, and they were the newly formed Skylark Legion.

This newly formed army went to the battlefield for the first time, and although they faced an enemy with poor equipment and a messy situation, they were facing an enemy with twice their number. In front of them was a dark mass, and in the face of such a huge numerical disadvantage, even veterans would hesitate.

Luga carried a lance, led a horse, and stood at the back of the team with all the cavalrymen. He did this to hide, for fear that if the Bagauda rebels saw him, they would be frightened and stop attacking.

The newly formed Skylark Legion did not have very good armor protection, so they all wore leather armor. Although this type of armor lacked protection, it was light and flexible, which was of great help to this large-scale equipped force.

"Girls, cheer up!" The mounted commanders waved the whips in their hands on horseback. They roared again and again, forcing the 600 infantrymen in the first array to form a straight line, arrange in four rows, and advance step by step, as if they were about to attack.

"When you encounter the enemy, don't panic, just like you do in normal training. Don't be afraid, because they will be more afraid than you!" The centurions walked at the front, and they turned back from time to time and reminded the soldiers behind them loudly.

"Today will be the crucial battle that proves you are the warriors of our empire!" Luca mounted his horse and came to the front of the army. He was wearing a Corbridge B-type breastplate, a gray and red cloak, and a silver helmet inlaid with red vertical horse harnesses. This time, he specifically used the long-declined Gallic J-type helmet of the Roman Empire. It was self-evident what he wanted to express. Of course, such a new and retro image made the soldiers' eyes light up, as if the one riding past them was no longer Flavius ​​Luca, but Caesar Trajan, or Marco Aurelius. These ancient heroes seemed to have suddenly resurrected. Their eyes were caught by Luca. When Luca passed by them, even the soldier clenched the spear in his hand. "The Augustus are with God. They will witness our glorious military exploits!"

"The Bagauda rebels are numerous. Even if they are arranged in a square formation like us, they are still just a mob!" Luca said as he rode his horse to a flag bearer. He took the Labran flag from the flag bearer and put it on his shoulder. He said to the soldiers who were looking up at him, "Perhaps you have heard of my deeds. I sucked the blood of the Vandals in Great Sicily and accidentally trampled on the Vandal warships outside Carthage." Such exaggerated words made the soldiers laugh.

"Of course, this is not my glory!" Luca smiled and lowered his head. At that moment, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a serious face. He raised the Labran flag in his hand and said loudly: "My glory is to fight side by side with you. This time I will be with you. I will watch you and see you hold your heads high and move forward. Push them down with your shields, step on them with your feet so that they cannot move, and pierce their hearts with your spears! Because this land needs blood to irrigate!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Listening to Luca's words, the soldiers did not cheer, but instead beat their shields in unison, making a roar like a war drum. The sound was like a small wooden hammer, hitting the heart again and again, making people's blood boil!

"At least they are no less powerful than any other army now, because I gave them courage!" Luga thought to himself, turned his horse around and returned the Labran flag to the flag bearer, drew out his iron sword and hit the spears of the first row of soldiers one by one.

"Let me see how powerful you are!" Luga said, pointing his sword at the Bagaudah rebels in front of him, "Go, you know what to do!"

"Forward! Forward!"

As soon as the order was given, the centurions were the first to respond. They drew out their iron swords and held them tightly in their hands, and they led the entire formation forward.

Faced with the Roman army that took the initiative to attack, the Bagauda rebels were indeed surprised. After all, they had never seen Romans, who were less than half their number, take the initiative to attack them.

Although the number was huge, their equipment was backward, and the usually low-key commander Jurgen chose to be cautious in such a situation. So facing the slowly advancing Roman army, Jurgen chose to stay where he was and not move.

Only the infantry remained motionless. As the Roman army got closer, the Bagauda rebels naturally could not stand by and watch the opportunity slip away. A large number of soldiers in short clothes rushed out from their arranged infantry phalanx. Some of them held bows and arrows, and some held javelins. They were all long-range infantry. They quickly ran to a distance of nearly 100 meters from the Roman army and stopped.

The infantry of the first array continued to advance slowly under the trumpeter's call. They held their shields and moved forward. Although they all knew what they would face if they went forward, they had no choice but to follow the trumpeter's call and continue to move forward under the order to attack.

"Push forward! Push forward!"

The commanders shouted loudly and urged their soldiers forward on horseback. Gradually, the first array was less than 60 meters away from the enemy's long-range infantry.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

The large number of oncoming javelins and arrows swept in like a violent storm.

“Ding ding dong dong…”

The advancing Roman soldiers hid behind their shields, and the arrows and javelins shot at the wide shields in the soldiers' hands. Of course, there were still many unlucky people who were shot and fell to the ground on the way forward, but it still did not stop them.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

The centurion shouted to the back, and the archer hiding behind the shield held the arrow in one hand and suddenly stood up during the gap when the Bagauda rebels finished a round of attack and aimed at the bustling group of Bagauda rebels in front of him.

A wave of arrows rained down on the feet of the long-range infantry of the Bagauda rebels. Many of them screamed and fell to the ground after being shot. The rest of the lucky ones curled up and wanted to fight back! But the second round of arrows made them realize that if they didn't retreat, they might stay here forever.

As if driving away jackals, the light infantry of Bagauda turned around and retreated rapidly.

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The Roman first array of infantry was less than thirty meters away from the Bagaudah rebel infantry.

"Jog, jog!"

The centurion shouted, trying his best to make the soldiers maintain the best physical strength.

“Wuwuwu…”

A rough horn sounded, signaling the Bagauda rebels to attack. "Hoo-hoo-hoo..." Just hearing the rough and strange shouts of the Bagauda rebels made many of the Roman infantrymen's legs go weak. They were clearly more powerful.

"Stop! Stop!" The centurions ordered the soldiers to stop. They gathered together and formed a shield wall to face the Bagauda rebels.

(End of this chapter)