Chapter 363 Saxons

Facing the long spears of the Roman army, the crazy Saxon axemen showed no fear at all. They brandished their axes and roared as they rushed straight towards the Romans on the hillside.

A soldier ran, climbed, and leaped into the Roman army camp. Of course, before he had time to be happy, a spear suddenly stabbed at him and pierced his chest.

The joy on his face was instantly replaced by fear and confusion. Such a serious injury had made him lose the strength to resist in an instant, and he became a pierced corpse.

"laugh!"

The spear was pulled back suddenly, and the corpse instantly lost its balance and rolled down, knocking down a group of people who continued to come up.

"Use the javelin! Use the javelin!"

Luga roared, and the soldiers drew their javelins and threw them at the Saxons who were constantly pouring up from below.

Saxon soldiers kept falling, but the sacrifice of their companions further inspired their fighting spirit, and they roared like a group of angry beasts. They cursed in a language that the Romans could not understand, and threw stones they picked up at random at the Roman army above.

"Infantry, stop them, stop them!"

Under Luca's command, the three centuries of soldiers held spears and kept moving down in three places. In order to prevent the Saxons from continuing to move up, they crossed the platform and went to meet the Saxons moving up.

“Boom boom boom…”

The desperate Saxon soldiers threw away their shields, wielded axes with both hands, and used their proud bodies to madly smash into the oncoming Roman shields.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

The Saxon javelin throwers once again raised their javelins and threw them at the Roman army's counterattack. They didn't care whether they would hurt their own people, but the overwhelming javelins made it impossible for the Roman soldiers to resist, and blood splattered in the place where the two sides fought.

"Push them back! Push them back!" Luga roared, holding a shield and iron sword, and wanted to jump down and join the battlefield like other soldiers.

"Luga!" At this critical moment, Andrew shouted his name behind him, grabbed the wolfskin cape on his shoulders, and dragged him back.

"Oh my God, Andrew, what are you doing?" Luca asked Andrew loudly.

"Don't you see how dangerous it is out there?" Andrew shouted at Luca, "The sky is full of javelins, which are much more ferocious than bows and arrows. Do you really not care about your own safety?"

"But we must hold on. Without cavalry, catapults and crossbows, we can only use our courage to fight them off. We must maintain the offensive, otherwise so many of us will be killed here." Luga roared and knocked Andrew's hand away. But just as Luga was about to pounce, Andrew grabbed him from behind.

"I'll go, I'll go, Luca!" Andrew gritted his teeth and said to Luca, "You are the backbone of this army. If you make a mistake, the army will soon collapse. I'll go and lead them to complete the mission!"

Before Luca could say anything, Andrew pushed him away, and Luca was choked and fell, just in time to be caught by Marenius behind him.

"Keep an eye on him!" Andrew shouted to Marenius.

Before Marenius could say anything, Andrew turned around and shouted to the soldiers around him: "Follow me, let these barbarians taste our wrath!"

"roar!"

The soldiers roared, followed Andrew closely, holding iron swords tightly in their hands, jumped off the earthen platform, and pounced on the Saxons below.

"Ignite! Ignite!"

The archers stood back behind a pre-dug groove filled with kerosene. The soldiers lit the kerosene, and the archers lit the wooden arrows stuck in the ground around them and shot them into the sky.

The continuous rockets fell into the formation of the Saxon javelinmen. The flashing flames made it difficult for them to stabilize. Of course, everyone was dodging, not wanting to be hit by the rockets. Even though their superiors repeatedly shouted at them to throw at the risk of being shot, no one dared to be careless when it came to their personal safety.

The field regiment led by Andrew rushed down from the high ground with a roar. They rushed down the slope and slammed into the oncoming Saxon soldiers. They roared, and used their shields as support to hit the enemy's chest first, and stabbed their chests with iron swords before they could resist.

Because of the disadvantageous position, the Saxons were completely unable to stabilize their formation under such a huge impact. The bodies that kept rolling down caused a huge obstacle for them. They had to pick up their shields again to block their heads to prevent the Spada iron swords from swinging down from above, and to protect their feet to prevent the injured guy from hitting their legs and causing them to lose their balance and fall to the ground.

"Poke them back with your spears and knock them down!"

The spearmen raised their spears and stabbed their legs through the gaps in their shields. Many Saxons who had no time to defend themselves screamed and fell to their knees. Their center of gravity was unstable and they had to use their shields to support themselves, exposing the weak points of their backs, allowing the sword-wielding Roman soldiers to take advantage of the situation and pierce them fiercely with the tips of their swords facing downwards.

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"Hold on! Hold on!"

The Saxons were forced to stop their charge as their commander roared. They kept retreating under the fierce Roman attack. Unlike when they were charging, their morale was greatly reduced. Unlike the fearlessness just now, they could only shrink behind their shields and keep retreating.

The soldiers who threw javelins did not carry enough javelins. After a few rounds, they had sore arms and empty bags on their backs.

“Damn it!”

Kelly Sean was naturally furious when he saw that his army was defeated by the Romans' counterattack. He roared and broke three spears in succession before he relieved his anger.

"These idiots! They don't deserve to be called warriors!"

Kelly Sean roared, but he had no other choice but to roar. These Romans occupied the high ground, and apart from being able to attack them with javelins, he had no advantage at all in close combat.

"Back off! Back off! Damn it! Back off!"

Kelly Sean roared at the attacking soldiers. At this point he had no choice but to retreat his troops to avoid greater casualties.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Luca stood on the high ground and shouted to the soldiers below. Then he immediately said to Marenius: "Now count the casualties, we need to redeploy the troops."

(End of this chapter)