Chapter 364 Frontal Attack
"Seventy-two casualties, more than thirty deaths." An hour after the battle ended, Marenius had begun to report to Luca.
"Take the wounded to the center of the camp,"
At this time, Luca was sitting on this simple highland fortress, looking at the Saxon army formation below. They surrounded the legion tightly and showed no intention of retreating.
Luga did not understand the barbarians' fighting style. They were now outside the range of bows and arrows, with their upper bodies naked, holding shields and spears, and roaring at Luga's fortress. They were also dancing a dance that they could understand, as if they were demonstrating and encouraging their warriors.
However, this action, which he thought was magnificent, did not scare Luka and the others. On the contrary, Luka felt that it was extremely funny. He sat there just to enjoy the performance of these guys.
Andrew, covered in blood, was sitting next to Luga, wiping the blood off his face with a piece of cloth. It seemed that the fight just now was indeed fierce. While busying himself, Andrew said to Luga, "Luga, it seems that we have successfully angered them. They did this, and it seems that they will fight us to the death next time."
"It seems that Kelly Sean is still brooding over the fact that I stole his food. What a stingy person he is!" Luga looked at the Saxons dancing below and shook his head with a smile.
"They already think they can defeat us completely, but our reinforcements are about to arrive, aren't they?" Andrew said to Luca, not sure whether he was comforting Luca or himself.
"That's right, but they are all new recruits who haven't even received formal training. I don't trust them." Luca picked up the wooden canteen from the ground and poured a sip into his mouth, which was considered to moisten his throat. He continued, "We know that reinforcements are coming, and of course the Saxons also know it, otherwise they wouldn't just surround us and refuse to give up. They will attack again, I guarantee it."
"How many people did we lose?" Kevin Sean asked his adjutant.
"Almost three hundred people, great Thane." His adjutant bowed his head to him and whispered.
"What about the Romans?"
"I'm afraid they don't have as many as us, great Thane." The adjutant went on to explain: "They took up the high ground in a despicable way. Our warriors could only passively be beaten and could hardly fight back when they rushed up."
Such words made Kelly Sean's face even gloomier. This was probably because he had never encountered such an opponent since he could remember, even when he became the leader of this tribe. Now he was on the hillside in front of him. What was even more ironic was that he had to look up at this fallen enemy coming from the other side of the sea.
Shame, this is an unprecedented shame. Kevin Sean glared at Luca who was sitting on a high ground not far away and admiring their war dance. He had good eyesight and could see Luca from such a long distance. Although he could not tell the identity of this Roman, he was sitting there so leisurely without any tension before the war.
"Don't you take me seriously?" Kevin Sean frowned, his eyes bursting with uncontrollable anger. This angry Saxon secretly swore in his heart that he would make Luga pay the price.
"Look, the Saxons are moving!"
Only half a day later, the sharp-eyed Andrew noticed something was wrong. He quickly stood up, pointed to another place and shouted to Luca: "They're doing it, Luca, they're doing it!"
"Where?" Hearing Andrew's exclamation, Luca did not dare to neglect it. He stood up quickly and saw a large number of cavalrymen pouring out of the Saxon army in the west. They held spears and wore leather coats, without any other armor for protection. They held spears and held the reins tightly, and walked out of the Saxon army in twos and threes.
Their appearance encouraged the Saxons, who cheered and pointed at the Roman army formations and spoke to them in a language they could not understand. The cavalry quickly gathered into a small "lake" with several hundred people.
"Over there, over there!"
Before Luca could figure out what was going on, Andrew exclaimed again behind him.
"What happened again!" Luca turned back hurriedly, only to see, in the direction of Andrew's finger, that in the other direction, among the cheering Saxon army, another cavalry team of a comparable size appeared in front of the Saxon army.
"Archers in position, archers in position!"
Andrew shouted loudly to the troops behind him, and at that moment all the archers walked quickly to Luca's side, and they quickly drew their arrows and put them on their bows. They stared at the increasing number of cavalrymen below, clenched their teeth, and waited for battle.
"It seems that the Saxons don't like to delay. They plan to end the battle today and drive us into the sea!" Luca whispered, turning back and calling on the infantry to form a dense array behind the archers to prepare for unexpected situations that might occur at any time.
At this time, their leader, Kevin Sean, was wearing armor and standing between the two cavalry teams. He held high the ornate iron sword in his hand. Everyone stood in awe when they saw the sword. They thought the sword must be more famous than Kevin Sean. Everyone was silent, waiting for Kevin Sean's instructions.
"The heroes in Valhalla are watching you." Kevin Sean raised his iron sword high and looked around at every soldier present. "The Romans are trying to come back here. They are spying on the land here and the food we have grown with great effort. They are trying to enslave us again and use their rotten clichés to get us away from Valhalla. Are we going to let these bastards do whatever they want?"
"No!"
The Saxon soldiers roared in anger. They were extremely reluctant, and under Kevin Sean's instigation, they erupted like a volcano. All of them had hatred in their eyes and their bodies showed an impulsive desire to fight.
"Oh? The Saxons seem to be out of control!" Looking at the Saxons shouting below, their roars continued to hit the eardrums of everyone present.
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"Prepare for battle, prepare for battle!"
The archers drew their bows and shot their arrows directly at the Saxons below. The Saxon cavalry rode forward, with no fear on their faces, only anger and an indescribable hatred.
“Boom!”
The horn sounded, and all the cavalry seemed to have received an order at that moment and carried it out faithfully. They walked slowly to the bottom of the high ground, suddenly increased their speed, raised their spears, and roared like a pack of howling wolves.
"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"
The archer commander shouted orders, and the archers gritted their teeth, kept drawing their bows and arrows, and kept shooting at the Saxon cavalry below.
Raindrops of arrows covered the heads of the charging Saxon cavalry. Men of them kept falling off their horses, but the casualties did not stop them.
"Closer! Closer! Back off! Back off!" The Roman archers had to pessimistically discover that their arrows could not stop the Saxons at all. They were forced to retreat in front of the approaching cavalry and hide behind the infantry.
(End of this chapter)