Chapter 338 The Final Battle to Recover Ludugu Gaul (VI)

Just as the Romans had estimated, the Bagauda rebels behind the defense line were in chaos as if a disaster was imminent. Some were using stones to patch the holes made by the catapults, while others were transporting arrows for the archers under the hail of arrows.

"The Romans are coming, the Romans are coming!" the soldiers shouted loudly, and the rest of the rebel soldiers in the watchtower kept pulling their bows and arrows to launch an offensive against the new round of Roman attacks below.

"Cavalry! Cavalry!"

At this moment, they suddenly heard someone behind them shouting at them loudly. They turned around, but it was too late. They only heard the roar of a large number of horse hooves coming from behind. When they turned around, they saw cavalry rushing towards them like a torrent.

“Run! Run!”

Faced with the two thousand galloping cavalry, they no longer had the courage to resist, because they simply had no ability to resist such dense cavalry.

The roaring cavalry rushed forward, swallowing up the fleeing rebels like a flood at the end of the world.

"Stop them! Stop them!"

The archers on the watchtowers and archery platforms turned their arrows and aimed at the large group of cavalry galloping past.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

Many cavalrymen were shot and fell off their horses, but such an attack could not stop the cavalrymen's attack at all. Groups of cavalrymen continued to gallop and kill recklessly in their defense line, and even dozens of cavalrymen rushed onto the platform behind the wood, and there was a one-sided massacre everywhere.

"Hurry, forward, forward!"

While Luca was galloping on his horse, he shouted to the people behind him. The soldiers did not dare to slow down because they knew that stopping would mean danger.

"Boom boom boom..." Dozens more flaming stones flew into the defense line, which was now filled with Roman cavalry. These stones naturally hit the Roman cavalry. One stone could knock down two or three cavalrymen. If they kept throwing stones, the greatest casualties of the Roman cavalry would come from themselves.

"Blow the horn, blow the horn! Let them know that the people inside are our own!"

Luca saw that the cavalry he led swept through the back loophole of the Bagauda rebels' defense line, catching the Bagauda rebels off guard. They fled and evaded under the suppression of the cavalry, and had no ability to fight back. Luca ordered the trumpeter to blow the attack horn for the Romans outside the city to hear. For a time, dozens of horns were blown at the same time, making the entire battlefield shrouded in the sound of the horns. Everyone could hear the sound clearly, including Sca and Tiberius who were witnessing everything on the wall of Durocortolam. They watched helplessly as the defense line they had worked so hard to build was torn apart in an instant under the attack of the Romans. A large number of soldiers were ruthlessly slaughtered, and of course, the killing did not stop in front of them.

"Maybe we should have started earlier." Scar looked at the battlefield and said thoughtfully. It is not difficult to see that the reason why he set up this line of defense is nothing more than to delay the Roman offensive, but the Romans came too quickly and always caught him off guard. Now he followed Tiberius's advice to invite the Goths. Indeed, the Goths came, and only 500 cavalrymen could not intimidate the young Roman general in front of him. He wanted to help again, but this line of defense was set too far, far beyond the range of bows and arrows. It can be said that he originally wanted to set up another line between the city wall and the outermost line of defense, but this plan failed. The only thing they can do now is to watch the soldiers you sent become the dead souls under Luca's knife, and then pray in their hearts, hoping that they can be forgiven by God and not blame the person who gave the order.

"Damn it, what are they doing?" Tiberius gritted his teeth as he looked at the cavalry that was moving like a nobody, and his grip on the stone wall made a "crackling" sound. His eyes were full of anger, and he had to accept the fact that their outer defense line had been broken down.

"Don't be angry, my friend." The cautious Scar said to Tiberius, patting him on the shoulder and said, "The death of these brothers is not in vain. At least they delayed the enemy for enough time for us. Now we have prepared all the equipment for defense."

"Are you ready?" Tiberius turned around and looked at Scar with a puzzled look. Scar didn't say anything, but nodded heavily.

"Okay, okay!" Tiberius smiled awkwardly, as if this was a shot of tranquilizer, calming down Tiberius's frantic heart. He continued calmly, "Then let me see what method you have to resist the Roman attack."

“Forward, forward!”

When the centurions heard the attack horns blown by the cavalry and saw the dust flying behind the defense line, they no longer cared about the formation or the traps in front of them. They rushed into the defense line along the collapsed fence, stepping on the bodies of the soldiers who had died in the trap, and joined the cavalry in the massacre.

“Stop! Stop!”

Hear the trumpet

The battle lasted from morning to afternoon. During the whole process, Luca ordered all soldiers to kill the Bagaudae rebels in the defense line without mercy. Luca did not need prisoners because the sale of Bagaudae prisoners in the previous period had caused a large number of slaves to flood into the market, which made it difficult for Roman nobles to digest. Therefore, the price of slaves kept falling. Many slave traders protested to Luca by sending letters, saying that Luca had destroyed their market.

Luka also realized that this was inappropriate. He didn't trust them to surrender anyway. Who could guarantee that they would rebel when they had enough strength? So Luka simply didn't take any prisoners. He left it to the soldiers to vent their anger on these guys who had no ability to resist.

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The battle ended quickly because there were no more Bagauda rebels left standing on the defense line outside the city of Durokortolam. This time they were wiped out thoroughly, and the defense line was completely in Luga's hands.

"Luga." Andrew came behind Luga, holding a piece of parchment covered with words in his hand.

Andrew tried to read out everything recorded in it in a stiff way.

"In this battle, we killed a total of 3,000 Bagauda rebels. Yes, we left no one alive. Of course, we also lost more than 1,000 people."

"So, we didn't gain any advantage." Lujia sat on a rock, broke the branch in his hand, and then said, "The next siege will be more difficult. Prepare well. We will attack the city in a while."

(End of this chapter)