Chapter 383: Battle of Segantum (3)
More and more enemies climbed over the wall, roaring, covered in blood, with one or more javelins stuck in their backs. The pain that ordinary people seemed unbearable did not cause them any discomfort. They rushed forward with ferocious faces, waving their battle axes wildly, burning their lives, making the Romans and the Angles who were defending together gradually lose, and they kept retreating until they could no longer hold this line of defense and slowly retreated.
The Saxons continued to pour in, and many of them fell to the ground due to exhaustion amid roars, but this still did not stop their offensive momentum.
"Defend against the tortoise shell formation! Defend against the tortoise shell formation!"
Andrew held a whistle and yelled behind him, and from time to time he took out the whistle and put it in his mouth to blow loudly. The soldiers gathered together according to the whistle, they held up their shields to form a defensive tortoise shell formation, and used the gaps between the shields to constantly look for opportunities to stab the Saxon soldiers who were clinging to their shields.
But this could stop ordinary soldiers, but it was child's play against the tall and strong Nephilim berserkers. He held the axe in both hands and swung it violently. The axe swept across and split the shield of the soldier in the front in half. The soldier looked down and saw a huge wound on his stomach, and the chain mail was torn apart like a thin cloth.
Another axe blow, this time with the back of the axe, still at the height of the abdomen. The Nephilim lifted the soldier up with the axe and threw him into the army in front of him like trash.
The soldiers who witnessed all this were stunned. Who could have imagined that this guy would have such strength? They huddled together in groups of three or five, but who knew that this Nephilim, with his veiny hands holding the axe, swung it in a circle, not only smashing the shield, but also instantly cutting the soldier holding the shield in half. The huge impact force caused all five soldiers in a row to fall to the ground.
Seeing this unscrupulous Nephilim destroying the army formation, Andrew could not sit idly by. He recalled how Luca killed the Nephilim who was about to take his life. When he looked closely, he saw that the Nephilim in wolf skin was slashing as if he was in an empty space, and his most vulnerable neck was looming.
"Damn it! Let's fight!"
Andrew roared inwardly and picked up a spear from the ground. In order to prevent this Nephilim from causing more casualties in his own army, he had to face this powerful opponent once again.
Fortunately, the Nephilim was only concerned with the slaughter in front of him and did not notice the Roman approaching him with a bloody spear.
“Boom!”
He swung the axe again, and after he hit a group of people, Andrew had already come behind him and yelled at his back: "Hey, you damn bastard!"
Although the Nephilim could not understand what Andrew was saying, his hearing made him realize that there was an enemy behind him. He turned around instinctively and saw a flash of silver light. He wanted to roar, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. A fishy smell rose up from his throat and came out of his mouth. It was blood.
He looked down and found that the silver light was actually a spear. The tip of the spear pierced his throat and penetrated his entire neck, making him unable to breathe. The lack of oxygen caused the giant to fall to the ground, leaving Andrew gasping for breath with his hands covered in blood.
"Success! Success!"
Andrew couldn't believe the corpse of the Nephilim in front of him. He quickly let go of the spear handle in his hand, ran back to the army formation, and defended against the endless enemies with the soldiers. The most difficult to deal with now was the Nephilim with a javelin stuck in his back. He and Art cooperated with each other and rushed forward. Any Roman soldier who dared to come forward died under their axes.
Just as the Anglo-Saxon coalition forces continued to pour into the broken gate of Segentum, Roman trumpets sounded not far outside the city of Segentum.
Kevin Sean heard the voice and raised his head. He saw a large number of troops appearing on the hillside not far away. They were lined up in a row. The flag they held was the dragon head flag that he swore he would never forget in his life.
"Is it finally here?" Kevin Sean stood up on the chariot and looked at the huge army formation slowly approaching from a distance.
The sound of the horns echoed far and near, as if commanding the army to move closer. The army formation was nearly a kilometer long, and a large number of soldiers were advancing with the horns. The "tap-tap-tap" footsteps could be heard from a long distance. The cavalry squads were lined up on both sides of the infantry, holding short lances and shields. Behind the infantry was a chariot, and the man on the chariot naturally needed no introduction.
"Romans." Kevin Sean looked at the chariot and muttered to himself. He picked up the Dragon's Breath Sword and held it tightly in his hand. His eyes were filled with anger, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Finally, I met you here. This is an unexpected gain."
When the soldiers behind Kevin Sean saw such a huge enemy appearing where it shouldn't be, they did not hesitate and spontaneously called out to each other and stood in front of Kevin Sean without any unified command.
Because there is no unified training model, their team is very scattered, but this does not affect their combat effectiveness, they are a nation that relies on individual ability to fight. Facing the approaching Roman army, their expressions do not show any fear at all. On the contrary, no matter they are old or young, they are eager to compete with the Romans.
A large number of lightly armed archers ran out from the Roman army. They rushed forward quickly, drawing their bows and arrows at the Anglo-Saxon coalition forces who were blocking with shields.
The rain of arrows did not cause the Anglo-Saxon coalition forces to become disordered. They kept cheering, holding shields in one hand to block arrows and pointing at and insulting the Romans on the opposite side with the other hand. In their eyes, anyone who used such a despicable weapon as a bow and arrow was a coward, and if they were warriors, they should fight fairly.
The Romans stopped walking. Now, there was only a small flat land between the two sides. This place could become a sleeping place for countless people at any time. This was also their destiny.
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The Anglo-Saxon coalition in front roared at the Roman army, and the shaman priests in the back actually started to light a fire and set up several large pots. They kept adding herbs to the pots and used blue paint to paint the Nephilim standing by and waiting blue. They seemed to be preparing something, but they couldn't tell what it was for.
"Ha, there are quite a lot of people coming this time."
Luka stood on the chariot, looking at the Anglo-Saxon coalition army on the opposite side. Luka could hear their roars clearly, but he didn't care because he found that these barbarians were so poor that they didn't even have cavalry. What kind of weapons were they? "This way, our cavalry can show their skills." Luka sneered, and with a "swish" sound, he drew out his iron sword and pointed it forward. At the same time, Kevin Sean, who was opposite Luka, also raised his Dragon Breath Sword and pointed it at Luka.
"attack!"
Both sides roared at the same time, and at the same moment, the armies of both sides began to boil.
(End of this chapter)