Chapter 317: Fierce

Battle The two sides fought, and the roars of the soldiers struck everyone's eardrums.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

The soldiers of the first array gradually lost their footing under such great pressure. They were pushed back by the huge force. In order to let them continue to fight, the soldiers of the second array advanced and held their backs with shields. Although this stabilized their position, even if they were afraid, there was no way to escape. So the only choice before them was to keep fighting with the enemy until they were exhausted and fell under the various weapons of the Bagauda rebels. This seems cruel, but the battlefield is like this. There is no truth or mercy at all. Deserters affect morale. If someone in the team wants to escape, then more people in the entire army will have the idea of ​​being greedy for life and afraid of death. This will spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and finally the idea of ​​escaping will spread to the hearts of everyone present. To prevent such a situation, it is better to block the retreat of these courageless soldiers and leave them with no way to retreat. If they want to survive, they will face the enemy in front of them and fight the enemy with a desperate and mortal mood. This can burst out a huge amount of energy. Although it is inhumane, war is inhumane.

"Divide the troops into two groups, divide the troops into two groups!"

Luka called the infantry of the fourth array and asked them to move to the sides of the army, forming a "W"-shaped battle formation to block the enemy's infiltration route. In this way, the enemy's attack position can only be continuously reduced, so Luka can stretch his army to avoid being surrounded by the enemy. Then the soldiers of the fourth array continued to advance, little by little forcing the Bagaudah rebels to retreat continuously, so that Luka and his men could have a little breathing room.

"Cavalry! Cavalry, follow me! Quick, quick!"

Lujia raised his lance and waved his hand to call out the troops. His voice was naturally as small as a mosquito's buzz in such a huge scene. So he had to let the trumpeter blow the assembly call for the cavalry. A total of more than a thousand cavalrymen gathered behind Lujia. They were cavalrymen from several provinces of the two empires. Except for some well-equipped heavy cavalrymen, the rest were all riders wearing simple chain mail or no armor at all, just shirts. Lujia didn't care about that, as long as their horses could run.

Luga rode his horse and led them around the battlefield where the shouts and screams were deafening. Along the way, he used his lance to knock down the scattered Bagauda rebels who were blocking the way. After a lot of trouble, he finally got behind the rebels.

"It's the same again, with no protection at all for your back!" Luga sneered, looking at the group of Bagauda rebels who were scrambling to rush forward, weighing the lance in his hand, thinking that he could make another decisive blow to those damn rebels.

"Attack! Attack!"

Luca roared and led the charge. The cavalrymen following him naturally did not dare to neglect. They followed closely behind Luca with short guns in hand and roared loudly and kept moving forward. The roar of the thousand cavalrymen was like a mountain torrent. The huge roar almost made the Bagauda rebels in front of them shut their roaring mouths, turned around, screamed and fled in all directions.

“Dangdangdang…”

Just on the way of attacking, Luga heard a crisp sound like stones hitting iron sheets. He turned his head in surprise and saw a flying stone hitting the horse's belly.

The sudden pain startled the warhorse under Luga's crotch, which suddenly stopped and neighed with its two front hooves raised high. Luga, who had no stirrups, naturally couldn't stand such a commotion. He lost his balance and fell off the horse's back, falling heavily on his back. This fall made Luga see stars. The cavalry behind him had no way to stop. They circled Luga on both sides and rushed straight into the chaotic army of the Bagauda rebels.

Only screams and wails were heard as the cavalrymen waved their weapons and their horses knocked down the rebels one after another. In an instant, thousands of people fell in a pool of blood.

Luca was "abandoned" by them. He calmed himself down, straightened his helmet, and climbed up from the ground with gritted teeth.

"Damn it, what bad luck!"

Luga was talking to himself, and then he looked up, "Wow", many people were lying on the ground, some were injured and groaning on the ground, some were unlucky and were trampled by the horses behind them, lying in a pool of blood, motionless, and looked like they were dead.

"General, General!"

The remaining surviving soldiers dragged the shields or spears they could still hold and gathered around Luca. They were in a very bad state. Although there were dozens of them, they were all seriously injured. Looking at their warhorses, the frightened guy had disappeared long ago.

"Okay! Okay!"

Luga sighed deeply. Even without his warhorse, he was still a general. In this case, he would probably have to run over and command the army himself.

"etc!"

At this moment, Luga suddenly remembered the sound of flying stones and rocks hitting the iron sheets. He looked up again and saw dozens of Bagauda rebels not far away. They were holding small bags made of cowhide, which were strung together with stones and wrapped with stones.

They were turning the sling with all their might, and were facing the direction of Luca.

"Is this their goal?"

Luka was awakened. It was these stones that frightened his horse during the attack. Wait, now is not the time to think about this, because these stones are coming towards him! "Get down! Get down!" Luka called out to the soldiers beside him, and he threw himself to the ground, but it was too late. There were screams, and more than a dozen soldiers hit by flying stones fell in a pool of blood. The acceleration of these small stones after the rotation of the sling bag has made it possible to severely injure the human body.

"They actually have people like this!"

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Soldiers who can skillfully operate sling bags usually need up to a year of training before they can properly use the sling bags to launch stones. If they can accurately shoot at the target, it takes even longer. Luca once thought that this skill had long been lost. After all, these slingers were not as fast as archers, not to mention that training them would cost a lot of money.

Luga lay on the ground with his head in his hands. He realized that these guys must have been attracted by his conspicuous red cloak and silver armor.

"Damn it, really!"

Luga lay on the ground like a toad wrapped in iron sheets. He didn't dare to look up. Although he was armed to the teeth, who could tell whether he would be unlucky and get his head blown by a stone?

"General, what should we do?"

The surviving soldiers at the back, like Luca, were lying on the ground with their heads in their hands. Waiting like this would definitely not be a good outcome, so they asked Luca, but how could Luca come up with a good solution at this time?

(End of this chapter)