Chapter 382: Battle of Segantum (2)

The Nephilim, or berserkers as the Saxons called them, were extremely strong. They swung their axes, and with every swing the entire city gate shook.

The Angle soldiers and Roman archers defending the city naturally felt the trembling of fear. They had to stop these two tall and strong destroyers from acting so recklessly.

The soldiers on the city wall desperately raised stones and threw them down, but perhaps because the distance was close, the stones hitting the Nephilim could not stop their actions at all.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several loud noises rang out below the city. The two Nephilim cut a big hole in the outer door in no time. The inner door was already shaky. Seeing that the city gate was about to be breached by the Nephilim, the soldiers defending the city argued fiercely. No matter how much they resisted, their shields would have no effect.

"They have declared war on us openly. They have slaughtered our warriors. We must charge in and show them how powerful we are! Push them into the river to feed the fish. Everyone will get a woman and conquer them!"

"call!!!"

When the soldiers heard about the great benefits, they couldn't wait any longer. They roared and used their axes to destroy the crumbling gate in front of them. However, they didn't know that the soldiers guarding the city above them were holding wooden barrels filled with boiling water.

“Wow!”

Several wooden barrels fell down and poured on the soldiers below. Suddenly, there were screams from below. Many people were scalded by the boiling water and rolled over. However, the boiling water did not seem to have much effect on the two Nephilim. Their heads, chests, and shoulders were well protected by wolf skins. Although their exposed arms were red and still steaming, they seemed to have no sense of pain. They raised their battle axes high, roared, raised their huge axes and chopped down at the broken wooden door in front of them.

"boom!"

The wooden door was smashed open, and the Saxon soldiers rushed into the city, shouting "Kill! Kill! Kill!" They were eager to kill and enjoy the taste of blood! But once they entered the city, the scene inside shocked them.

The Saxon soldiers who were marching towards the city in front had all been killed. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Their bodies were piled up into a small "city wall". Anglo soldiers holding javelins were now on the city wall. They raised their hands and held up their javelins, looking down at the Saxon soldiers rushing in from the city gate.

"Turn back while there is still a chance!"

At this time, an Anglo noble stood on the "city wall", fully armed, holding an iron sword, and loudly admonishing the Saxons who broke into the city. Although there were many Angles among them, facing the enemy on the pile of corpses, although they were compatriots, they could not find any reason to be companions. They fought against each other and colluded with the Romans to become their traitors.

The eyes of the Anglo-Saxon soldiers below were filled with anger and confusion, but all this really happened. From then on, they were no longer compatriots, but mortal enemies.

"Turn back, is this the order you gave us?"

Such questioning voices were heard among the silent Anglo-Saxon crowd. Everyone turned around and saw Art Bloodthirsty Axe, who was standing in the middle of the crowd carrying his iconic axe.

As the leader of the army, he should stand at the front of the army. Maybe he was afraid of the javelin. He tried to block them from aiming in the crowd. He looked up at the rebellious Anglo nobles with a sneer and said slowly, "You surrendered to the Romans. This is intolerable. You and everyone in this city will not survive! Accept it, accept our killing, and wait for death."

“Boom!”

As soon as Art finished speaking, a hard object flew out from the "city wall" and landed in front of them. Art lowered his head and saw what the hard object was. It turned out to be a human head, a fresh one that had just been cut off.

"This is the result of his rude words. I'm not sure whether your fierce words just now will save your reputation!"

Another voice, he spoke very stiffly, it seemed that he had just learned it. After a while, a figure appeared beside the Anglo noble. It was Andrew. After he recovered, he joined the battlefield as soon as possible. He was wearing Roman armor and looked like an officer. He was looking down at Art hiding in the crowd, holding an iron sword in his hand, looking at the large group of Anglo-Saxon soldiers below with an expressionless face and said: "You retreat, otherwise this will become your graveyard."

As soon as Andrew finished speaking, he saw a row of fully armed Roman soldiers holding javelins standing on the "city wall", and more soldiers holding shields and spears were ready in the back.

"Graveyard? Death?"

Art sneered and suddenly raised the battle axe in his hand.

"roar!"

Art's attitude aroused the roar of all the Anglo-Saxon soldiers around him. They raised their weapons and roared with their leader. They were barbarians who were ready to die. How could they be defeated in such a place? The unyielding Saxons did not care about their own lives. The two Nephilim among them roared like thunder, shaking the ears of every member of the defending army.

"They're coming! They're coming!"

The soldiers gritted their teeth and threw their javelins and spears. The Anglo-Saxon soldiers in the first row did not even think about defending themselves. Their already thin armor could not stop the sharp javelins from piercing them. They fell down in groups, and soon the ones behind them filled the gaps and rushed up the "wall" of corpses like a tide.

"Defense! Defense! Defense!"

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Andrew roared, and the soldiers rushed forward. The frenzied Anglo-Saxon soldiers rushed forward using their hands and feet, and were greeted by the stabbing of sharp spears.

As they pushed each other forward, the "city wall" gradually lost its height advantage as more and more people piled up.

In order to reverse the situation, the Anglo-Saxon javelin throwers on the Roman side climbed onto the roofs on both sides with javelins in hand, ready to attack the Anglo-Saxon coalition on both sides and make them pay. However, before they could stand firm, the Saxons had already discovered them, and a burst of flying axes were swung at them like flying swallows, causing the javelin throwers to roll off the roof, and their lives were in danger.

"Crazy, a bunch of lunatics!"

Andrew roared, raised his sword and stabbed the Saxon soldier who was rushing towards him, and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Suppress them! Suppress them!"

The soldiers behind him raised their javelins and pointed them at the sky. At a command, they threw javelins and darts into the air. The javelins whizzed down like a rainstorm, splashing blood among the Anglo-Saxon crowd.

"roar!"

I heard a roar like a lion, and when I looked up, I saw Art. Bloodthirsty Axe rushing towards me, stepping on the soldiers' blankets. He leaped up and landed among the Roman soldiers who were caught off guard, swinging his axe and knocking down a group of them.

Following closely behind were the Nephilim. These two tough guys were not dead yet. They also jumped up and jumped onto the "city wall". No one could contend with them. In an instant, the entire defense line was thrown into chaos.

(End of this chapter)