Chapter 36: Huns

"It seems that we have angered the illegal residents."

As the old warlord Medius spoke, he drew his iron sword from his waist. The Burgundians held their shields and spears, looking well-equipped. However, a closer look revealed that they were just the well-equipped ones standing in the front. Behind them were a variety of people of different heights and genders, both men and women, old and young, all joining the battle. It seemed that they were determined to fight for Ludinan with all their wealth.

Andrew, it was Andrew again. This guy had never been normal since he talked to Aetius. "Hey! Sir, they are right in front of us!" Andrew slapped his shield with his flagpole, looking eager to try.

“Haha!”

Suddenly, the scene in front of my eyes went dark. I looked up and saw that the towering siege towers on both sides were pressed against the crumbling walls of Ludinan. The pedals fell and a large number of Roman soldiers rushed onto the walls. The Burgundian archers on the walls were so busy that they didn't even bother to throw stones at us.

"Haha! Look at these damn Burgundy bastards." Medius pointed his sword at them and said to us, "They tried everything they could to stop us, but they failed! Look, look at their expressions, they are scared because they can't find a way to stop us!"

"Die, you Burgundy bastards!"

The soldiers had endured such tremendous physical and mental pain, and now they had finally found their enemy. This group of Burgundians huddled together, and except for the soldiers at the front, the men, women, and children behind them were all trembling.

"See? They're scared of us!"

The old commander Medius slammed his shield with his sword, and Andrew beside him responded.

“Ding, ding, ding”

The rhythmic sound of beating began, which was the best way to cheer people up in an era without war drums. The soldiers quickly responded by beating their shields, spreading the message from one to ten and from ten to a hundred.

"die!die!die!"

The rhythmic sound of shields rekindled the exhausted soldiers. We shouted together, mustered our courage, and strode towards the Burgundians on the other side of the city gate.

"ah!!!"

Suddenly, the gate in front of the Burgundians fell down and landed between our two groups. They were thrown down from the gate tower, which meant that the Burgundians had lost the walls of Ludinan. At the same time, this also became the horn of our attack under the gate.

"attack!!!"

Andrew roared loudly, waving his flag and rushed forward first, followed by the old warlord Medius. Andrew was like a mad bull at this moment. Facing a row of sharp spears, he thrust his shield forward, leaped up within a distance of less than one meter, and smashed into the Burgundian phalanx like a boulder driven by a catapult. He used his body to smash a gap in the Burgundian queue, and I followed closely behind, jumped into the gap, and slashed the Burgundians around me with my sword. The Burgundians were forced to retreat again and again, and the originally compact formation was broken. In such a close combat, the spears in their hands had no place to be brave.

"Knock them down! Kill them!"

The old governor Medius no longer cared about his hoarse voice. He led the soldiers, who had no training experience, to charge bravely. The Burgundians retreated again and again, leaving behind corpses all over the ground.

"Forward! Defeat them, and we will be given the title of a regular army! Then we will enjoy endless wealth and glory!"

"Long live Rome!"

The soldiers raised their weapons and cheered. The Burgundians were defeated step by step and soon they were completely defeated and ran towards the center of the city.

"Catch them, don't let them get away!"

There was no need for the old commander to remind me, as I had more soldiers who had already caught up. Ludinan was already a sea of ​​fire, but the Romans did not give up. From time to time, flaming rocks flew over our heads, like meteorites falling and hitting this already fragile city again and again. We were braving the scorching heat that almost set people on fire, and the flint that could fall and kill people at any time.

"Don't stop! Keep going! Keep going!"

The old commander shouted, helped up a soldier who was knocked down by flying rocks, and continued to move forward with the troops.

I couldn't believe what I saw was real. I couldn't believe my own eyes. Although we were constantly chasing the enemy, the deeper we went, the more the flames were burning like hell bursting into the world. On the street, the women, children and the weak who had no ability to resist were driven out of their houses by the flames, but what greeted them? It was the sword, the blood-stained iron sword, which was being used by the soldiers who thought they were about to become Romans and fight for Rome, using the same method to kill the enemy to kill these people who had no ability to resist.

"Kill! Kill all these damn barbarians!"

The remaining mercenaries finally unleashed their brutality at this time. They recklessly hunted down the defenseless women and children and looted their belongings. The Burgundians were not stupid either. When they saw the mercenaries catching up with them, they threw all their jewelry away.

"What a bunch of damn idiots! You never change your bad habits!" The old governor Medius cursed, "The men of Burgundy haven't died yet, and you are thinking about bullying women now. You won't know how you will die later!" But no one listened to him. The whole city was on fire, and there was no time to escape, so how could they resist?

"Luka, follow me! Once we kill the leader of the Burgundians, all the credit from now on will be ours!"

Andrew was not interested in the property scattered on the roadside. What he cared about was the Governor's Palace, which seemed far away but was actually right in front of him, because he believed that the leader of the Burgundians or the highest commander of the city defense force was there. He didn't care that there were only two of us. He only saw the Governor's Palace standing out in the center of the town.

After crossing the straight street, we came to a crossroads. Just when I was so tired and breathless that I could hardly run anymore, Andrew in front of me suddenly stopped. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have bumped into his back which was wrapped tightly in chain mail, and my face would have been uncomfortable.

"You stopped."

I covered my pounding heart and the pain in my chest forced me to breathe heavily. I looked up and was about to ask Andrew why he stopped, but when I took a closer look, I think I knew what was going on.

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The main road leading to the city center was densely packed with people. They were no longer guarding the city gates. Most of them were civilians, but this time, they were fully armed soldiers. They had nowhere to hide in the sea of ​​fire, so they had to gather together to form a shield wall in the sea of ​​fire.

"Haha, look at these Romans, they no longer have any fighting power!"

The Burgundians laughed at us because there were only two of us, while they had several phalanxes.

"Damned Burgundians!"

Andrew gnashed his teeth, but in such a scene, even if he had three heads and six arms, he was powerless. Looking back, the road he came from was covered with smoke and burning flames, but there was no sign of other people.

"Luga!" Andrew turned around and asked me, "Do you know where that old bastard Medias and his mercenaries are?"

"Andrew, don't you see they are busy picking up treasures!" I was saying this when I suddenly felt the ground beneath my feet tremble slightly. Behind me came a very rough horn sound that was completely different from that of the Roman legion. The Huns, the Huns are coming! "Andrew, do you feel it?"

"Feeling? Feeling what?"

“Get out of the way!” I rushed forward, hugged him and moved aside. In an instant, I saw thick smoke and flames behind me surging out a large area of ​​black, and the face of the Burgundian man in front of me turned ashen.

The sound of horses neighing and hooves rumbling like a black torrent rushed towards the Burgundian wall. I pulled Andrew aside and saw the groups of Hun cavalry in black clothes and armor, holding lances.

"Boom boom boom"

Under the impact of the black torrent, the Burgundian shield wall was vulnerable and was broken down. Countless well-equipped Burgundian soldiers became victims of the Huns.

I thought about it for a long time and almost broke down.

(End of this chapter)