Chapter 367 Truce

"Drive them back, these damn barbarians!"

The soldiers roared and pushed forward with their shields. The Saxon soldiers struggled to hold on, but the well-trained Roman soldiers gradually gained the upper hand.

Luca turned around, grabbed the Labran flag, raised it above his head, and shouted to the soldiers around him: "Now, come with me to kill these bastards!"

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

The soldiers rotated again, and the exhausted soldiers were replaced by the eager soldiers behind. This was different from the tactics of the Saxons. They did not understand why the Roman army had the upper hand in such a fierce battle. Because the rotation of combat methods allowed them to maintain their vigorous combat effectiveness, and the Roman soldiers with abundant physical strength constantly fought against the exhausted barbarian soldiers, which naturally had a clear advantage.

"In countless battles, I have never met an opponent." Kevin Sean held his ancestral iron sword in one hand and a battle axe covered in blood and minced meat in the other. God knows how many Roman soldiers he killed with this battle axe.

His face was covered in blood, and with his piercing eyes, he looked extremely ferocious. He was like a bloodthirsty beast, and the heavy breathing from his nostrils made him look extremely dangerous, yet so exhausted.

He stood among the army, blood mixed with their sweat dripping down. Kevin's soldiers were exhausted, their hands and feet felt like they were filled with lead, and the weapons in their hands were so heavy that they could not swing them.

"Can't give up, can't give up!"

Kevin reminded himself again and again. He gritted his teeth, raised the iron sword and battle axe in his hands, and chopped down at the Roman soldier closest to him.

Such a weak attack was easily blocked by the shield of the soldier who had just replaced him. The soldier wanted to take the opportunity to stab him with the sword, but he dodged it with his relatively agile body.

"Damn it, you deserve this fate!" the Roman soldier roared at Kevin.

“Ha, hahahahahaha…” Kevin laughed loudly, and then he answered the soldier in Latin: “I’m afraid I can’t do what you want, you despicable bastard.”

At this time, as the warships approached, a large number of small boats acted as the vanguard. They were the vanguard soldiers of the Ninth Legion. A priest sat on the bow of their boat, holding a cross staff.

When the warship docked, the priest slowly got off the boat with the help of the soldiers on both sides, and the soldiers formed a formation.

"Hey, here, join us, join us!"

When Marenius saw the soldiers landing, he waved and shouted to the landing soldiers to quickly join the battle.

Ships came to the shore one after another, and more and more soldiers came down. They disembarked one after another, but they were not in a hurry to join the battle in front of them. They seemed to be waiting, holding a shield in their left hand and a Spada iron sword in their right hand.

As they were waiting, the priest passed by the soldiers, holding a cross. He tapped the soldiers' helmets with a few branches and said to them, "God is watching you. This is your first step in fighting for God, his faithful believers."

Hearing this, all the soldiers bowed their heads and looked like they were praying.

"Go, fight, help your general get out of trouble. His country is calling you, go forward, fight!" The priest waved his staff and the soldiers obeyed the order. They seemed to feel their bodies filled with strength in an instant. Was this given to them by God? God knows.

The soldiers, instantly filled with strength, rushed into the Saxon army from the side and engaged them in a melee. The fighting power they displayed surprised everyone present who had seen it.

"Great Sean, the Roman reinforcements have arrived. There are too many of them, and they are too powerful. We are no match for them." The soldier beside him said to Kevin Sean, who was panting.

Kevin Sean seemed unwilling to give up, but when he looked at the soldiers around him, they were covered in blood and wounds. They were exhausted and could not bear to fight again. If they continued to fight like this, they would all die here.

The sun finally set, and the only remaining light around them disappeared. Both sides had to light torches so that they could illuminate each other's faces.

It seemed that at one moment, the thousands of people on both sides had reached a consensus. They stopped fighting. Almost in an instant, both sides stopped fighting. The exhausted soldiers could not even stand steadily. They looked haggard, and the weapons in their hands hung limply beside them.

Luka was also exhausted. He held the Labran flag, and the flagpole was shaking. He turned around and saw that it had been chopped into rags by the battle axe, and the "XP" on it was almost invisible. He was shaking all over and panting. The blood that splashed on his armor was slowly dripping down his armor.

The bodies piled up like a mountain under their feet, and the blood that flowed turned the soil under their feet into blood mud, which was extremely sticky when stepped on. The Saxon soldiers were no longer able to fight, but the Roman soldiers kept landing, and there were more and more of them, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable for the Saxon side.

"That's all for today, a truce! Truce!" Finally at this time, Kevin Sean, who thought he was invincible, had to accept the result of his defeat.

He dropped the axe in his left hand, but his trembling right hand was still tightly holding the ancestral iron sword, as if it was his glory and he could not let it go for a long time.

He raised the sword in his hand, which was stained red with blood. His hands were shaking, but he was unwilling to give in and always wanted to restore his dignity.

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"Oh, you're scared, aren't you?" Luka's face showed a hint of sneer, and he slowly walked to the front of the army, leaning on the Labran flag. The soldiers saw him through the firelight, and saw the blood all over his body and the blood dripping down his armor, which was proof that he had been fighting side by side with them. He was indeed exhausted, but he was still holding on, just like Kevin Sean who was trying to save face.

He came in front of Kevin Sean. No one knew how much energy was contained in his short stature. The soldiers behind Kevin Sean couldn't help but step back a few steps. Both armies gave their coaches a space for the two of them.

"I'm not afraid!" Kevin Sean panted loudly. He forced himself to calm down, staring at Luca, who was half a head shorter than him. "You will eventually become a corpse under my sword, Roman! Don't forget how my father kicked you out of here, and I will learn from them and repeat that past."

"There are many people who say this to me!" Luga grinned, raised his head and stared at the arrogant barbarian leader without any hesitation, "But they are all on the gallows in Rome now, barbarian, I'm afraid your father has never told you how it feels to be strangled by a rope around your neck and die in pain! Of course, I am happy to do it. After all, you are not the first one I send up, and you won't be the last!"

Such a threat did not make Kevin Sean feel afraid. Maybe, or maybe it was because his face did not show any fear of this Roman. He was full of disdain for Luca's remarks and even spat at Luca's feet in response to Luca's threat.

"Let's go!"

Kevin Sean turned around and led his subordinates who were unable to fight anymore to collect the bodies of their compatriots and started their journey back.

Luka had originally thought of attacking him from behind and killing him in front of his own soldiers, but somehow, perhaps due to exhaustion or a new idea, he gave up this humiliating idea. He used the Labran flag as a crutch and watched Kevin Sean leave.

"I will definitely make you die miserably!" Luga thought secretly in his heart.

(End of this chapter)