Chapter 391: Front and

rear attack The Saxons were extremely tenacious, like an indestructible cockroach that made Luca exhausted. They encouraged each other and attacked the city wall again.

But this time they held torches and continued to move forward under the cover of the huge shields of the vanguard troops. If it weren't for the flickering firelight in the round shields, it would be hard to tell what these Saxons were trying to do.

"Water! Water! Come, bring some water!"

As soon as he saw the Saxons holding torches in broad daylight, he realized that they wanted to set the city walls on fire. The only pity was that the city walls were made of wood, not stone like those of mainland Rome, and had no defense against fire at all.

The Saxons began to set fire to the city walls. Luca did not dare to hesitate. He quickly called on the soldiers and the citizens who came to help to pour buckets of water evenly on the wooden walls.

The water flowed down with the wood, and soon extinguished the fire that the Saxon had ignited with great difficulty. Lujia could now clearly hear the Saxon's angry curses from the city wall. Although Lujia could not understand what they meant, the anger on their faces was beyond words.

The Saxon javelin throwers began to attack the soldiers who were watering the city wall with buckets, trying madly to destroy the wall.

Because they had to go to the river to fetch water, at this moment, the civilians and soldiers who were fetching water could not help but stand by the river, because they saw several dragon-headed warships coming quickly upstream along the Thames.

"Saxons, the Saxons are coming up the river!"

The panicked civilians quickly dropped their buckets and ran towards the city, shouting loudly to let everyone along the way know the news. This was a big event, and the soldiers on standby in the city had to get busy.

"Mobilize a field regiment, block the dock and stop them!" Luca ordered Andrew. Andrew hurriedly agreed and rushed to the battlefield with the commander of a field regiment and his field regiment.

As soon as they arrived at the dock, the Saxon fleet had already reached the shore, with dragon-headed warships docking one after another. The barbarians, wearing sheepskin clothes and holding battle axes, roared at Andrew and his men.

They raised their axes above their heads to indicate that they were about to attack.

"Form a line! Form a line!"

The commander of the field regiment shouted, and the soldiers hurried over with spears and shields to gather around the commander and Andrew, forming a shield wall. The archers who followed behind looked for favorable terrain, and aimed their bows and arrows at the Saxons who kept jumping off the boats below.

The Saxons roared and rushed towards the field regiment. Although many of them were shot and fell down by arrows along the way, the Saxons did not care about such a small number of casualties. They rushed to the dock and collided with the shield wall formed by the Roman field regiment soldiers.

"Keep in formation, don't let them break you up!"

Andrew raised his sword and shouted at the soldiers around him again and again, and they simultaneously thrust out their spears, retracted them, thrust out their spears again, and retracted them again. This repeated movement caused many Saxon soldiers without shields to suffer a lot.

On the other hand, in Luca, the Saxons saw that the fire attack failed and decided to launch another strong attack. They set up ladders and re-erected them on the walls of Lundinlum. Under the cover of javelins, they once again launched an attack on the walls of Lundinlum.

"If we continue like this, we won't be able to hold on!" The officer complained to Luca, but even so there was nothing he could do. After all, they were now caught in a battle on both sides, and they couldn't explain clearly what was going on with the Saxons who were coming upstream from the river.

"Hold on, I don't believe they have to fight to the end without taking a breath!"

Luca said to the officer beside him, and then he raised his iron sword and knocked down the Saxon soldier who climbed down the ladder. Then he came over and grabbed the officer's cloak on his shoulders and said to him: "Is it because you can't use your strength without the priest's prayers?"

The officer looked at Luca, not knowing what to do. Luca pushed him away and said to him, "Stay at your post, soldier. The Saxons will soon collapse. If we waver now, we will be the ones to die!"

The officer glanced at Luga, gritted his teeth, snorted, picked up his sword and shield, stood up suddenly, chopped down a Saxon soldier who had just landed, and joined the battle.

On the dock, the Saxons held throwing axes, pulled the shields of the first row of soldiers, and swung their axes to chop them. Most of the Roman soldiers were chopped to death with blood all over their faces, but they still struggled to hold on until they became unconscious and could no longer stand up.

The Saxons used their bodies, axes and tight defenses to tear open the Roman shield wall. They fought with the Saxons, and blood and flesh flew in the chaotic crowd.

Andrew could no longer remember how many people he had killed. The only thing he remembered was that he kept swinging and slashing, killing the enemies one after another, until his arms were filled with lead and were so heavy that he could not lift them.

Andrew was panting heavily. No matter how enthusiastic he was, he couldn't reach the limit of his physical strength. He struggled to hold up the shield and drag the iron sword. The blood-stained iron sword had a blunt blade due to long-term swinging, but Andrew was not going to abandon it. He kept walking back, dragging the iron sword, and the following soldiers filled in his gap.

As warships docked one after another, Andrew and the field regiment he led were overwhelmed. They had to adopt a rotation method in order to keep the Saxon offensive at bay.

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However, the battle became more and more intense, and the rotation speed of soldiers became faster and faster. Many soldiers were even killed by swords and axes by the Saxons who seized the opportunity during the rotation.

Warships arrived one after another, and more and more Saxons arrived at the dock. Although they could not catch up with the field regiment in terms of numbers, after a long period of attrition, the two sides had gradually become evenly matched.

"Or we can launch a counterattack and push these Saxons into the sea!" Andrew shouted to the commander of the field regiment, "We can't just let them attack so recklessly. If they occupy the flat land on the dock, God knows how many soldiers they will have."

The commander of the field regiment was in a dilemma, because his whole body had turned red, he was panting, and his strength was almost gone. The soldiers under his command were in the same situation. Would they really achieve the desired goal by attacking rashly with exhausted bodies? No one was sure about this, but Andrew was determined to attack them hard.

While the two were still struggling with the issue of charging, suddenly, they heard the battle shouts of the Saxons not far away gradually fade away. This was not in line with the style of these barbarians. The Saxons, who were used to overwhelm their opponents with their momentum, suddenly lost their energy. Andrew and the commander of the field regiment quickly raised their heads.

What they saw was that the Saxons seemed to have received an order unconsciously. They retreated frantically, pushing the docked warships into the river.

"What's going on? What happened to them?" Andrew asked, and saw their dragon head warships turned around hastily, and even the seriously wounded soldiers were abandoned by them, and quickly went down the river.

(End of this chapter)