Chapter 453 Fortress Battle 2

The Alans were no less furious than their leader Diego at this time. The first to bear the brunt were the temporary soldiers recruited from all over the place. They had thin armor and even used simple shields made of a few wooden boards together, trying to break through the dense arrows of the Romans.

"Shoot them! Shoot them!" The commander of the archers pointed at the soldiers rushing towards them from below and turned back to shout at the archers. The panicked archers immediately drew their bows and aimed their arrows at the Alan army that was rushing towards them from below.

Arrows shot straight from mid-air and hit the wooden shields of the charging soldiers. From time to time, unlucky guys without shields were shot and fell down, but these casualties could not affect the attacking Alan army at all.

"Ready, ready! Aim at their flanks, the weakest direction there. That's the weakness of these damn bastards! Shoot! Shoot..."

The commander who commanded the archers stood up and pointed at the weak spot of the Alans and shouted to the archers behind him because the archers could not shoot accurately in the direction he wanted to hit the enemy. Because he was too excited, his body was exposed to the eyes of the Alans archers. They all drew their bows and aimed arrows at the commander. A rain of arrows fell down, and the unfortunate commander fell from the wall after being hit by several arrows.

For a moment, the archers without any commanders began to shoot arrows madly at the Alans below, who had already formed a huge formation imitating the Romans' tortoise shell formation. However, although each round looked powerful, it had little effect.

Under the cover of the huge shield array, more than ten simple ladders were sent to the city wall. In order to prevent themselves from being unable to climb the city wall under the attack from three sides, the clever Alans carried their shields on their backs and climbed up along the wooden handles of the ladders with the support of a group of people. The arrows of the Roman archers could only tinkle on his shield without causing any impact on him.

"Sir, the Alans are attacking the city wall." According to the report from the messenger, Luca had to insert a black flag at the recessed position of the city wall on the crude map.

Andrew looked at the current situation and asked in confusion: "Strange, didn't the attacks from our archers on three sides cause the Alans to pay a heavy price?"

"Sir," the messenger said solemnly, "I'm afraid the Alans seem to have learned our defenses, and our archers are helpless against them."

"It seems that the barbarians are not stupid after all!" Luga smiled after hearing this.

"So, sir, should we send out the cavalry now to block their retreat?" Andrew picked up two red flags and stuck them behind the black flag.

"No, no, no, Andrew, it's not the right time yet." Luga shook his head and said to the commander of the fortress, "Use the scorpion crossbow. At least kill the Alans who are trying to climb up the city."

Just like the Vandals' offensive actions at that time, the Alans had special front-line commanders who brandished whips and severely whipped the soldiers who were afraid of fighting in such a grand scene, forcing them to continue forward under the shield formation until they reached the wall of the Roman fortress.

The fully armed Alan soldiers led the charge, carrying bronze-plated shields on their backs, and the arrows flying towards him bounced off his shields. He went up unimpeded, and the Roman soldiers on the wall who wanted to attack him leaned out their heads to look at him with javelins in their hands, and were pierced by several arrows and fell down in that instant.

The fully armed Alane soldier roared and quickened his pace. The continuous deaths of the Romans greatly boosted his morale. He quickened his pace and climbed up the city wall under the rain of arrows.

The first person he saw was a Roman archer. Apparently, he was frightened by this fully-armed guy who suddenly appeared in front of him. He took two steps back and fell to the ground.

"You weak idiot, die! Die!"

The Alan soldier brandished the iron sword in his hand and roared loudly, like an angry lion ready to rush into a flock of sheep and kill them. But when he raised his head, the roar stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and the smug look on his face disappeared, replaced by fear and confusion, but it was too late. Because he looked up and saw a scorpion crossbow mounted on the fortress wall, and the operator on it had already controlled the scorpion crossbow to aim the huge and sharp crossbow arrow at him.

No wonder he stopped, because these would be the last few seconds of his life. He ignored the urging of the soldiers behind him, closed his eyes, spread out his hands, and seemed to be waiting calmly for death to come.

"Bang!"

The crossbow roared, and a dark shadow flew out, heading straight for the Alan who was standing there waiting to die.

"laugh!"

The huge impact force carried the Alans directly out of the city wall, and he didn't even scream until he died. He fell into the dense crowd below like a leaf after autumn, which made the other soldiers stunned. The entire army paused for nearly a second. They were all looking at the body that was almost torn apart by the crossbow arrows. They couldn't help swallowing their saliva and looking at the soldiers who kept climbing the city wall. Finally, they felt that the defending Romans seemed to have something more powerful.

"What are you looking at? Keep moving forward! Keep moving forward!" The officer waved his whip at the dazed soldiers around him, forcing them to continue attacking their city walls under the arrows of the Roman archers.

"Attack the gate! Attack the gate!"

The Alans set their sights on the wooden gate in front of them. They had no battering rams, so only a few strong soldiers holding battle axes chopped desperately under the cover of shields. In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere, and the continuous chopping made the wood on the gate in front of them cut off half in an instant.

"Quick! Quick! They are attacking the city gate! Defend! Defend!" The officer guarding the city gate shouted loudly. He saw soldiers carrying wood up. Soldiers holding torches coated the wood with oil and lit it. Then they lifted the heavy wood together and threw it towards the Alans army below.

"Bang!"

A dull thumping sound was heard at the gate. When I looked up, I saw soldiers lying in a mess under a piece of wood that was still burning fiercely.

"Keep going! Keep going!"

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Having tasted the sweetness, the Roman soldiers prepared to repeat the practice again. They brought another piece of wood, and the soldiers holding torches quickly stepped forward to light the wood.

“Huff, huff, huff…”

I only heard the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air. When I looked up, I saw axes flying down like raindrops. The axes with great lethality fell from the sky and landed on the heads of the busy Roman soldiers.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

The axe cut through the mail, and the sharp axe blade embedded in their flesh and bones. The gushing blood dyed the stones under their feet red, and several Roman soldiers fell, leaving the wood in place.

"Don't stop, keep going, keep going!"

At the urging of the officer, several more Roman soldiers ran up. When they were about to light the fire, they saw darkness before their eyes.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Hearing a series of dull sounds, the officer looked carefully and found that the Alans had actually used ladders to throw their soldiers up. The Alans soldiers climbed up while enduring the severe pain, drew out their axes or swords, and rushed towards the Roman archers who were still shooting arrows downwards, roaring.

(End of this chapter)