Chapter 379: War

Mastiff The natives fled without any fighting spirit, leaving a gap in the Saxon defense line.

A tribe only had a few hundred warriors, plus equally brave women and children who were just able to pick up weapons, there were only about a thousand people. The makeshift army of the indigenous people was defeated, and they had to bite the bullet and go forward. Facing such a large number of Roman soldiers, most of whom were of Germanic descent, they had no advantage in size and strength.

I don't know what method Father Jiang Carlo and the monks used to make the whole army crazy before the war. Their attack mode is not like the formation attack in normal battles. On the contrary, they are more like beasts, or a group of hungry and crazy people. The Saxons in front of them are bread that can resist, but they still can't withstand the charge of crazy soldiers.

Although the Saxon soldiers were contemptuously called barbarians by the Romans, they also realized the importance of coordination in battle, so they learned to form a battle array, that is, a group of people gathered together to form a shield wall. They tried to use this to resist the Romans' attack like waves.

“Boom boom boom…”

The seemingly crude "dike" was instantly shattered by the "waves" because these Roman soldiers, who were extremely impulsive for unknown reasons, were fighting with the Saxons in the first row at the moment of the collision. The Roman soldiers in the second row had already jumped up on the shoulders of the ones in front of them and fell into the Saxon shield wall like stones.

There was no way to stop such an attack, at least for the Saxons who were far from sufficient in number. In order to preserve their strength, they did not send out all their forces, but instead hoped to rely on these indigenous people to resist the Roman army and delay the Roman army for some time.

Unexpectedly, the indigenous army fled in panic. They continued to resist, but were soon overwhelmed by the Roman army.

"You are weak and vulnerable in front of us." Luca was now on the high ground outside the city. He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the battlefield below. He spoke with a slightly mocking tone to the Saxon envoy who was tied up by him, ridiculing the barbarian he had defeated. "I still advise you to think carefully about my reasons and accept them. This way, you can also protect your people from being cut off by us!"

"You, you, fail, fail, and you will fail in the end!"

The Saxon envoy struggled to think and stammer out such difficult words. He glared at Luca with fire in his eyes. As he spoke, a bunch of Saxon words came out of his mouth involuntarily. Although Luca didn't understand, he could understand what he meant. He was cursing Luca and wanted Luca to swallow the bitter fruit of failure.

"Yes, yes!" Although Luca did not understand what the Saxon envoy said, he nodded repeatedly and said yes. He looked relaxed and said to the Saxon soldier slowly: "Dogs, aren't they the dogs you raise!" At this point, Luca couldn't help laughing and said to him: "I have already made sufficient preparations for your wild dogs."

Just as the Roman soldiers swung their swords to kill the last Saxon who resisted, the road ahead was empty and eerily quiet.

"Stop, stop."

The centurions on the front line called on their soldiers to stop. They looked at the empty streets and had to stop according to Luca's order.

"Vanguard Army! Vanguard Army!"

The centurions shouted behind them, and saw a group of men with their left hands wrapped in thick sheepskin and daggers in their right hands walking out of the Roman army. They were in a dense array and slowly advancing along the street.

"Look, look." Luga grabbed the rope behind the Saxon messenger and lifted him up, then pointed at Kamlodulum in front and said to the Saxon messenger: "Open your eyes and watch carefully to see how we deal with your war mastiffs."

Just as this group of vanguard soldiers who were preparing for battle were moving forward slowly, when they reached a certain position and approached the center of the town, a large number of black war mastiffs roared and pounced towards them along the street.

"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

The first row of soldiers in the vanguard held daggers and raised their left hands forward. The war mastiffs were not trained to pounce on the enemy and bite their necks, but to pounce on people and bite them randomly.

Fortunately, the vanguard soldier's left hand was wrapped in heavy leather, which blocked the sharp teeth of the dark war mastiffs. Although the war mastiffs' powerful pounce could knock down a sturdy soldier, their sharp teeth would not let go of the heavy leather, so the vanguard soldier who fell to the ground could swing the dagger in his hand and stab the war mastiff's neck.

This method seems simple, but it requires great courage from the attacked. The soldiers of the vanguard wrestled with the group of war mastiffs, and the scene was chaotic for a while. The infantry in the rear were not idle either. They lined up and stepped forward, holding up their spears, advancing continuously, holding up, stabbing, holding up and stabbing again and again. In this way, more and more war mastiffs fell in a pool of blood, until the last few war mastiffs wailed and wanted to escape back, but what they got was a shower of javelins that covered them like raindrops.

Although the Saxons chose to defend, they were not good defenders, which could be seen from the empty houses that the Roman army passed by. They did not know how to use these houses as shelters, and they also had to be determined to die in order to attack the unprepared Romans along the way. However, they did not do so, but gathered the last of their forces to fortify themselves on the high ground in the center of the city.

The Romans were not in a hurry to attack, but surrounded them under the command of the centurions on the front line. This highland fortress was also built with wood. Such wooden buildings were much better than the wooden walls on the periphery. At least there was soil behind the wood, which made the fortress look much stronger.

The Saxon envoy was now dispirited. In his opinion, releasing the war mastiffs that his tribe was so proud of should have frightened the Roman soldiers into disarray, and made countless Roman soldiers become food for his comrades. However, the opposite happened, and their war mastiffs were slaughtered until there were only a few left. In the end, they had to rely on themselves.

"I'm afraid I'm sorry to disappoint you, poor barbarian." Luca said, straightening his wolfskin cape, and then said to the Saxon envoy: "You are too weak, and you will inevitably become meat in the mouths of the strong. Of course, I am the strong one."

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As he spoke, Luca strode towards the city of Camlodulum, and the soldiers followed closely behind the Saxon envoy.

In the city, what surprised Luca greatly was that the indigenous people who had collapsed and fled in all directions were actually holding wooden sticks and various farm tools that could barely be called weapons. They were now not far from the Roman army, staring with their eyes wide open, and their expressions looked very determined.

"What's going on?" Luga asked the soldiers around him, facing the group of natives.

"They said they wanted to attack this last fortress with us and share the victory and the Saxon's head with us." The centurion who was closest to Luca and the person with the most say among the group explained to Luca.

"Then that's easy!" Luka nodded, opened his arms and exposed his chest to the natives and shouted loudly: "Welcome, my loyal allies!"

(End of this chapter)