Chapter 430: Counterattack

Under Luga's command, the second array of infantry was arranged on the flat ground nearly 100 meters behind the first array, because there were a lot of weeds in this area, which could provide cover for the arranged soldiers.

Then, the soldiers of the third array received all the javelins and spears carried by the army. They divided into two parts and ambushed in the lush weeds on both sides of the second array, waiting for further attack from the Alans.

Luca calculated that below this high ground, it would be impossible for Diego, the leader of the Alans, to understand the current situation clearly. Moreover, the attacking force of the Alans only cared about charging and could not see the overall situation at all, so it would be difficult to dispatch or order them to stop.

“Woo——”

A long horn was blown, which meant retreat. The Roman soldiers who were struggling on the front line naturally understood it, or it could be said that this was the order they had been dreaming of.

As soon as the horn sounded, a large number of Roman soldiers were seen throwing away their armor and weapons like herbivores fleeing for their lives, and madly fleeing towards the army formation behind them.

"Yes, that's it! That's it!" Luca watched his soldiers running away. Other commanders would find it hard to accept such a miserable appearance, but Luca was very satisfied. He even thought it would be better if they could be more miserable! The Alans' heavy cavalry broke through the defense line of the first array of soldiers. They waved their bloody weapons as if they were in an empty space. They were like sickles. Under the killing of the sharp blades, the Roman soldiers fell like straw.

"Pull up the prisoners!" Luga shouted, ordering the soldiers behind him who were guarding the prisoners.

They understood and grabbed the prisoners one by one and dragged them to the front of the army. The captured Alans were not stupid, they knew how the Romans wanted to deal with them. They cried and resisted, and reluctantly went to the front of the army to face the enemy under the rough soldiers' drag.

"They will be our shield, hindering the advance of the Alans." Luga murmured, spurring his horse forward, waiting for further advancement of his plan.

The Alans hated the Romans to the core, and those who resisted were always harder to kill than those who fled. When they thought about the Roman general who pierced their compatriot's chest with a javelin in front of them, they could not tolerate it any more. They pursued the victory, enjoyed the short-lived victory, and desperately plundered more fruits of victory.

"Ready! Ready!"

The commander of the second array began to raise his whip and shout, and the soldiers of the second array were ready for battle, with neatly arranged helmets and raised spears. They stood in the middle of the road like a city wall.

"Soon, these bastards will rush towards us like crazy. Don't be afraid, use the shields in your hands to block them! Pierce them with your spears!" The centurion on the front line made this morale-boosting speech for the last time. The Alans devoured the wailing and fleeing Roman soldiers one after another like a tide.

The Roman soldiers who managed to escape even discarded their equipment, leaving only their chain mail, which was difficult to take off. They passed through the gap left by the second formation, then collapsed on the grass, gasping for breath and even crying. It was unclear whether these tears were due to the joy of being alive or the shame of giving up resistance.

The Alans continued to advance, and the cavalry and infantry mixed together and rushed into the crescent formation of the Romans. They slowed down because their compatriots were kneeling in front of them. Seeing the roaring army, the Alans prisoners kept shouting at them, feeling that they were about to be redeemed.

"Woo woo woo"

A quick horn sounded with a brisk beat, and the Roman soldiers who were ambushing in the weeds on both sides suddenly stood up. They held javelins in their hands and threw them at the Alans in the middle. In an instant, the javelins on both sides fell like raindrops into the Alans' chaotic formation.

All they could hear was a bunch of random screams from the Alans in the middle. There was no specific organization that made them mess around. Wearing armor was the privilege of the nobility. It was impossible for the lower-class infantry like them to have even the slightest means of wearing leather armor. Countless javelins fell among them, and the unprotected Alans fell one after another. The huge casualties and the endless javelins instantly turned their desire to fight into a desire to survive.

Except for the heavy cavalry, they were all nobles and swore allegiance to their leader Diego. Driven by honor, they had to rely on heavy armor and grit their teeth to charge on horseback.

Looking at the oncoming Alane heavy cavalry, the Alan prisoners kneeling on the ground smiled. They all believed that they had not been abandoned. But soon their smiles turned into horror, because at a distance of less than 20 meters, the Alane cavalry did not show any intention of slowing down. They were coming towards the Roman army and had no eyes for these prisoners.

The prisoners began to stir. They kept communicating in their own language and screamed at the oncoming cavalry, trying to awaken their will and tell them not to hurt themselves. But the cavalry, who were red-eyed with killing, had already been filled with glory. Wanli had nothing else in his heart. They roared and wielded maces and axes stained with blood and flesh.

The prisoners screamed, the ropes preventing them from moving. The Alan heavy cavalry horses trampled on them without any sympathy, blood gushed out, and these knights, like gods of death, stepped on the blood and crashed into the shields of the Roman army.

“Boom!”

The huge noise caused the entire formation to take two steps back, but the Roman soldiers gritted their teeth and finally stabilized their position, leaving the Alane cavalry no chance to advance even a single step.

"boom!"

A loud bang was heard from the high ground not far away, and it felt like the sky had darkened. Everyone looked up and saw countless arrows forming a huge black cloud. The dark cloud gradually pressed down, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

"Defense! Defense!"

The centurions who came to their senses first screamed and warned, but it was too late. The whistling sound continued, and large groups of soldiers fell down after being shot by arrows.

"Don't stop, keep attacking! Attack!"

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The warlords roared and whipped the stunned soldiers with whips, demanding that they continue to draw their javelins and javelins and aim at the Alan infantry in the middle.

The ears of the surviving soldiers were filled with the screams of the wounded. They gritted their teeth, raised their javelins, aimed at the Alan infantry in front of them, and threw them again.

The defeated Alan infantry could no longer withstand the death blow that could come at any time. They reminded each other and ran back together. Soon they withdrew from the Roman moon formation driven by javelins.

"Round them up! Round them up!"

The commander's messenger rode to both sides of the army. He held high the dragon head flag and ordered the centurions to dispatch centuries to attack the Alan cavalry who were unwilling to leave.

The Roman soldiers in the third array braved the rain of arrows from the Alane archers behind them, put their shields on their backs, and rushed towards the Alane cavalry with iron swords and spears in their hands.

"Diego has suffered a great loss." Luca looked at the situation and couldn't help but sneer, and then looked at the Alan army on the high ground from a distance. Seeing Diego raising his hand to signal his archers to stop. Looking at the heavy cavalry falling one after another and Luca looking at him not far away, Diego's eyes were meaningful, and he turned around and led the remaining troops away.

(End of this chapter)