Chapter 429: The Allied War (Part 2)

"Archers! Archers suppress them!"

Seeing that the Alans' infantry were getting closer and closer, and under the constant attacks of the Alans' archers, the Roman infantry could only defend, and men kept falling down in the process.

Seeing the Alans approaching, the commanders knew that if they continued to move forward, the infantry would be very tired, although they would be free from the torture of arrows. They were eager to weaken and slow down the pace of the Alans, but when the archers who had just recovered stood up and drew their bows and arrows again, a large number of arrows fell and knocked many of them down instantly.

"Defend the tortoise shell formation! Defend the tortoise shell formation! Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!" The centurions shouted at the top of their lungs. Under their command, the soldiers formed a huge tortoise shell formation. They raised their spears and placed them on their shields, facing the Alan infantry who were getting closer and closer.

At this time, the two sides were less than 50 meters apart. At the sound of urgent horns, the Alans' infantry roared and accelerated their speed. They ran faster and faster, holding spears, axes and other weapons.

"They are coming! They are coming!" Mateolius, who had never seen such a scene, could not help but scream. Although he was not standing at the forefront of the army, witnessing the shouts and heavy footsteps of hundreds of people charging over was enough to make him terrified.

He repeatedly turned his gaze to Luga, but what he saw was a motionless Luga. Luga was sitting on his warhorse like a statue. Even if the shouts in front of him broke his eardrums, he could not be moved at all.

Matteoris was puzzled. Seeing the enemy coming at him, he didn't even move. Couldn't he think of some countermeasures? Could he just watch them coming? The two sides were less than 30 meters apart. The soldiers in the front row of the Roman army raised their spears, because the enemy in front of them would rush in front of them in the blink of an eye, so they had to concentrate on dealing with the Alans' attack.

"Woo woo woo"

Another horn sound was heard behind the Alans' charging troops. As the horn sounded, the Alans in front of them split into two groups on the left and right during the charge, with the rumbling sound of horse hooves coming from the middle.

All the Roman soldiers stared with wide eyes, watching the heavily armed heavy cavalry in the middle of the Alans. They wore heavy armor, chain mail inside, leather armor outside, and helmets with only two eyes exposed. They wielded terrifying maces, which were actually wooden sticks inlaid with broken iron pieces. There was also a copper plate hanging on the front of the warhorse, which was specially used to prevent the enemy's spears from damaging the warhorse during the invasion.

"Boom boom boom"

The Alans' heavy cavalry crashed into the Roman soldiers' huge shields, but they could not withstand the force of a behemoth weighing hundreds of kilograms at a speed of more than 50 kilometers per hour. Most of the soldiers in the first row fell down in the collision, and the soldiers behind them raised their spears to fight back without any time to help them, but the spears were spread out by the vests.

The cavalrymen lying on the ground wanted to get up, but what greeted them was the terrifying mace! "Bang!"

With one swing of the stick, the shattered helmet flew into the air with splashed blood and flesh, landing on the face of the Roman soldier behind. This was not the end, the Alans' cavalry continued to advance, the horses neighed, and soon crashed into the shields of the soldiers behind. This time there was no impact force from the front, and the Roman soldiers were tightly pressed together.

The Alane cavalrymen on horseback roared and swung their maces and axes desperately at the Roman soldiers below them, because from his perspective, when he lowered his head, all he saw were heads.

Under the heavy blow of the Alan heavy cavalry, the first row of Roman infantry retreated again and again. Although they fought back and stabbed the Alan heavy cavalry with their spears, they also killed a few who could not resist. However, the Alan cavalry cooperated with the infantry and forced the Romans to retreat step by step.

"We can't use cavalry to attack them from behind." After a long silence, in an emergency situation where Mateolius felt like fire was burning his eyebrows, Luca said this meaningless sentence.

"Hey, Master Luca!" Mateolius was indeed very anxious, but he still patiently asked Luca: "How long do we have to wait? Are we just going to watch the Alans step on the heads of our soldiers and attack so recklessly?"

Luca turned around and looked at Mateorius, his eyes full of doubts, and then asked Mateorius slowly: "Does your Excellency have a better solution at this time?"

"I..." Mateolius was speechless for a moment when he was asked by Luca, but the shouting of killing in front of him once again reached his ears. This rich kid couldn't stand it anymore and protested to Luca again and again: "I don't care about any ghost ideas. Anyway, we can't just watch the soldiers die in vain like this!"

"This is indeed a tricky situation, Matt." Luca shook his head and explained to Mateolius, "You see, although the Alans' offensive is fierce, they are also attacking us recklessly under the cover of their cavalry archers. If we want to fight them and not fall behind, we must use the cavalry's roundabout tactics to attack their rear and shake their morale. However, their cavalry archers are guarding behind them tightly. If we want to reverse the situation, we must confront them head-on."

"This sacrifices the mobility of the cavalry." Andrew then added: "It is a fact that our cavalry cannot match theirs!"

"Is there no other way?" Mateolius was anxious. "Half of these are my soldiers. I can't just watch them being killed by the Alans!"

"Arrange the archers to the two sides, and let the soldiers keep retreating. Remember, retreat steadily, don't scatter all at once, otherwise you will be doomed!" Luca ordered Marenius slowly, turned around and said to Mateolius: "Friend, don't be impulsive on the battlefield. I have been impulsive before and suffered a lot!"

The Romans were beaten back again and again, retreating from the top of the high ground to the low ground, leaving many corpses along the way. The Alans fought more and more bravely, shouting wildly, as if they were about to win.

"Archers, release! Release!"

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"Click, click, click" only the sound of bowstrings being stretched could be heard. The remaining Roman archers had been waiting for this moment. They were facing the Alans who rushed down from high above to attack the lower ones, so there were no Romans' backs in front of them. They could finally shoot arrows at the Alans without restraint!

Wave after wave of arrows fell on the crowded crowd of Alans, and many people fell down after being shot, but the casualties caused were far from everyone's expectations.

The first row of infantry was already on the verge of collapse. The large number of casualties and failed battles made them gradually lose confidence. They were afraid that if one of them escaped, it would infect everyone like a virus, and then the whole army would collapse.

"Marenius." At this critical moment, Luca turned around and said to Marenius: "I have an idea!"

(End of this chapter)