Chapter 440 Support

If you are facing huge waves on the sea, the best way is to point the bow of the boat towards the waves. This will test the courage and perseverance of the boatman. Of course, luck always controls every step of the process.

Luca was lucky. He was lucky enough to dodge the spears stabbing at him and found a gap in the herd of horses to get out. It may be that the oncoming Alans did not clearly realize that the Roman officers were in the front when they charged. They naturally thought that as officers, they were naturally protected, and of course the groups of soldiers in the rear naturally became their priority targets.

The soldiers behind him were not so lucky. They had to face the Alan cavalry who were roaring at them. They fought each other, and everyone tried their best to kill the other. People kept falling off their horses under the blooming blood. If their lances were broken, they would use iron swords, or broken wooden handles. Anyway, they would resist at all costs.

"Andrew! Andrew!" Luca turned around and saw Andrew rushing out with two soldiers, while the rest were surrounded by the Alan cavalry and unable to break out.

"Luka?"

When Andrew heard Luca's call, he was a little skeptical. After all, they were wearing the same clothes, and everything was messed up when the two armies were fighting each other. No one knew who was who.

"Don't worry about it for now, just follow me!" Luca shouted loudly. After all, voices never lie. Andrew quickly recognized Luca's voice and did not dare to hesitate. He rode his horse and followed closely behind Luca.

There were not many Alans chasing behind them, but they were difficult for Luca and his men to resist. They were like fleeing mice, and the Alans were cats, chasing them all the way along the narrow path under their feet.

"Where are we?" Luca asked Andrew as they hurried on their way.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Luca!" Andrew replied, "The guide is dead. I saw with my own eyes that he was picked up from his horse by several Alans with lances and thrown to the ground, almost making a hole in the ground."

"Forget it!" Luga waved his hands violently. His legs were so painful that he could hardly exert any strength, but the current situation forced him to persevere.

The Alans pursued relentlessly until they passed through a path in the woods and came to a flat land near the river near New Carthage. The terrain here was wide, and a Roman fortress could be seen from two kilometers away.

"It's here, it's here!" Luca pointed to the fortress in front and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "As long as we enter the fortress, the Alans can't do anything to us."

He thought so, and the Alans could also think of this. Once they came out of the woods and entered the plain area, the Alans' pursuing cavalry quickly spread out in a straight line, holding bows and arrows, aiming at the four people in front who were still running.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"

Luga only felt the sharp sound of arrows cutting through the air as they kept falling from both sides of him.

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

Luga kept looking back and urging him, but even though he thought so, the horse under his crotch was getting slower and slower.

"Damn, am I out of strength?" Luga said secretly in his heart, watching the warhorse under him gasping for breath and shaking its head constantly, trying to break free from the reins.

This was something Luca could never tolerate, so he stabbed his own horse to death and rolled to the ground.

"Luga, what are you doing?" Andrew shouted loudly, but Luga ignored him. Luga pulled out a javelin from the fallen horse, half-crouched down, and stared at the Alan cavalry galloping in front of him.

He gripped the javelin tightly and locked onto an Alan cavalryman who was riding towards him.

The chasing Alans would not let go of this lone guy who even stabbed his own horse, but they did not think that this guy was a Roman officer. As for this guy who wanted to stop a chariot with his arms, the rest was left to their vanguard.

The Alan cavalry rushed forward, holding bows and arrows, and aimed several arrows at the fearless guy in front of them.

Luga calculated the distance accurately, his heart was pounding. In fact, he didn't know whether he could succeed or not. Anyway, it was only a matter of time before his horse became increasingly weak and fell to the ground, and he had to make such a choice.

He still had some strength left, so he decided to take a gamble! He raised his javelin and rushed towards the Alan cavalry.

"Click, click, click"

There was a sound of bowstrings being pulled apart, and Luga only felt the arrows whizzing past his head. As he lowered his body to run, the up-and-down bouncing of his horses made it difficult for them to aim.

Luga raised his javelin and threw it fiercely at the Alan cavalry in front of him.

"laugh!"

The javelin was at an extremely short distance, and Luga used all his strength, so the throwing gave the javelin all its power. Although the chain mail could provide some protection against such sharp penetrating force, the power of the javelin was too great, and the chain mail could not withstand it and was penetrated.

The Alan cavalryman wailed and fell off his horse. At this time, Luca gritted his teeth, endured the pain and weakness in his legs, took two quick steps forward, grabbed the reins, used all the strength of his arms to lift himself up in the air, and turned over to straddle the horse. This time he completely used up all his strength, and collapsed on the horse's back, but his hands were still tightly holding the reins.

Such an action stunned the surrounding Alans. The Alans cavalry began to roar and aim their arrows at Luga on horseback.

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"Fight back! Fight back!"

Andrew was shouting in the front, calling on two cavalrymen to draw their bows and arrows and aim at the Alan cavalry behind them.

There was no way these two arrows could cause any substantial damage to the Alan cavalry. Not to mention the hit rate, these two arrows were simply not something that so many Alan cavalry could take seriously.

"Hurry, Alans! The Alans are coming!"

The Roman soldiers stationed in the fortress saw the galloping Alan cavalry from a very long distance, and everyone could see clearly what they were chasing.

They had a century-man team and two squads of archers, a total of more than 120 people. Led by their officers, they went out in full force and formed a fixed tortoise-shell formation in front of the fortress, with the archers behind them.

Andrew and the other three rode their horses through their army formation. He could not wait any longer, so he jumped off his horse before the horse stopped and rushed to the front of the army formation.

"Protect the man in front, he is our sergeant chief!" Andrew grabbed the centurion's clothes and yelled at him.

When he heard the captain of the corps, the centurion did not dare to be negligent. He hurriedly called on his soldiers to meet the enemy at all costs.

They drew their bows and pointed their arrows at the galloping Alan cavalry. The overwhelming arrows fell on the heads of the galloping Alan cavalry. The dense rain of arrows forced them to stop their horses to parry, but when they saw a group of infantry rushing up, they had to give up their plan of pursuit. After all, there was no need to waste so much time for an "insignificant" guy.

(End of this chapter)