Chapter 318 Cavalry

Lujia looked around and finally saw a shield next to a corpse not far behind him. Because his shield was hung on the horse's back, there was no saddle or stirrup to fix it, and he didn't have the skills, so he could only learn from them and use his legs to do it.

Luka hurriedly crawled back, came to the shield and took out a piece of the corpse whose bones were broken and soft as a pool of meat paste, so he used the relatively intact shield to block himself. With the shield's protection, Luka finally knelt up bravely.

“Dangdangdang…”

Just as he thought, the moment he stood up, another rain of stones came towards him, like heavy punches hitting the shield, almost making Luga unable to stabilize.

They stopped, they must be loading stones, and they had to swing them back and forth during this period, which took a long time. Lu Jia seized the opportunity and ran towards the lance he had dropped. After a run-up, he suddenly jumped up and landed with a "bang" and a large amount of dust was splashed. At this time, the rain of stones passed over him, making Lu Jia feel a slight chill in his spine.

Reaching out, he grabbed the lance covered in dust. Luca held the shield in his left hand and the lance in his right hand. At this moment, he heard the soldiers behind him shouting loudly: "Cavalry, the enemy's cavalry!"

Luka looked up quickly and found that the group of slingers in front of him had disappeared, and instead there were more than a hundred cavalrymen, all of whom were from the Bagauda rebels, because they could not be mistaken from their clothes. They found Luka and thought that this guy was a not-so-small officer, so they planned to start with the lone officer.

They rode over on horseback, and Luga half-knelt on the ground, holding his shield in front of him and placing his lance on the shield. After all, he was outnumbered and had no way to deal with such a large number of cavalry.

"Andrew! Andrew!" Luca began to shout. His shouting made Andrew, who was still fighting in the front, come back to his senses. He turned around and found that Luca, who was alone, was facing many cavalrymen alone. How could this be possible? Andrew shouted loudly in his heart, and quickly turned his horse's head to call on the cavalrymen around him to turn around and support Luca. If Luca went wrong at this time, then the soldiers of the legion would be about to collapse even if they saw the Bagauda rebels raising Luca's helmet. Luca was the core of these two legions, and nothing could happen to him no matter what.

"Turn around! Turn around!"

At Andrew's call, more and more soldiers realized that their commander was alone and in great danger, and it was too late to turn around and speed up.

"Damn it, am I the only one here?" Luca knew that he was not a god of war, and facing this group of cavalrymen he had no chance to fight back.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Beads of sweat flowed down Luka's forehead and down the cheek guard of his helmet. Escape? How could two legs outrun four legs? Moreover, Luka was wearing heavy armor. At this point, he had no choice but to fight them head-on, even though it was just like hitting a rock with an egg.

Luka took a deep breath, secretly telling himself that he was not destined to die, and hoped that God would have mercy on him! He half-knelt, staring at the cavalry that was getting closer and closer, and locked onto the rider at the front of them. He was probably impatient to take Luka's head, so he left his comrades far behind, waving the iron rod in his hand, and rushed towards Luka with a strange cry.

"Then it's you first!" Luka said to himself, and slowly moved forward. The rider was getting closer and closer, and Luka clenched his teeth, his palms were already covered with sweat.

"laugh!"

When they were less than three meters apart, Luga rushed forward and stabbed the horse's chest with his lance.

“Haha!”

As if encountering a huge resistance, Luka only felt his arm shake, and heard a crisp breaking sound, and the lance in his hand was only half broken. Looking at his hand again, because of such a huge force, the palm of his hand hurt. If he hadn't worn a leather glove, I'm afraid a layer of skin would have been torn off. Now the leather glove was torn, and blood was seeping out of the palm of his hand.

“Oh…”

The warhorse wailed and rolled with its rider four or five meters behind Luga, giving the bastard who was laughing wildly just now a hard knock to the ground.

"Damn it!"

The pain made Luga furious. He didn't care about the pain in his palm. He suddenly picked up the half-broken stick and hit the bastard who was lying on the ground groaning and seemed to have half a breath left on the head with a hard hit, which killed him completely.

"Well, you deserve it!"

Luka cursed, but when he turned around, the cavalry had already rushed in front of him! "Damn it!" Luka was shocked, and then he realized how much time he had just wasted. He quickly half-crouched and used his shield to resist the cavalry's charge. Although this would also cause him considerable damage, it was much better than being knocked away by a horse.

“Boom!”

Luga felt like he had hit a car. Half of his body was numb at that moment, and the shield in his hand shattered instantly. The irresistible force made him take several steps back and fall heavily to the ground.

However, the warhorse that was blocked lost its balance due to the impact on its front legs, and the rider on it fell in front of Luga.

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Luca no longer cared about the pain all over his body. He climbed up using his hands and feet, drew out the iron sword from his waist, rushed over and grabbed the groaning guy on the ground, put the iron sword on his neck, and roared at the Bagauda rebel cavalry that had surrounded him: "If you dare to take another step forward, I swear I will let his blood flow!"

Such an action did not allow the Bagauda cavalry present to react. Perhaps everyone present was wondering what was wrong with this guy. Would they take this worthless wounded soldier seriously? Their main purpose was to capture Lujia, so naturally they would not care about the dying guy. "Bang!" With a flash of silver light, Lujia felt as if his back had been hit hard, forcing him to take two steps forward.

It turned out that someone wanted to attack him from behind. The sword blade did not cut through the heavy armor on Luga's back. You know, in addition to the Corbridge B type armor, Luga also had a layer of chain mail inside, which could not be cut through by an ordinary sword.

“Damn it!”

Luga cursed loudly and pulled the sword in his hand violently. The blood from the man's neck stabbed towards the cavalry in front like a fountain. The blood frightened the horses and immediately threw the Bagauda rebels into disarray.

This set of armor gave Luca more confidence after such an attack. He gritted his teeth, shouted "Let's fight!" and pounced forward, swinging the iron sword in his hand and stabbing it hard in the belly of the Bagauda cavalryman closest to him.

(End of this chapter)