Chapter 454 Fortress Battle 3

The Romans set up their scorpion crossbows and fired shot after shot at the Alan infantry below from a high position.

The extremely lethal crossbow arrows flew into the Alan team like a beam of black light amid the roar of the crossbow and bowstring, just like stones falling on the water, picking up a wave, but this wave was made up of broken iron chain rings, shield fragments and human blood.

The dead or wounded soldiers in the Alan army fell, and the gaps they left were quickly filled by their successors. They were like waves, making waves of shocking roars, just like the rolling waves hitting the cliffs on the shore, splashing waves. Yes, the soldiers rushing up the city wall are "waves."

This group of blood-thirsty guys showed no fear when fighting against the overwhelming number of Roman soldiers on the city wall. Instead, they rushed forward on the narrow city wall like angry bulls, not caring at all that they were already covered in wounds.

They were the best warriors in the Alans, and they were equipped with battle axes and iron swords, weapons that gave them an absolute advantage in close combat. Their rich combat experience and skills made them adept at dealing with Roman archers who only had short swords or daggers on the city wall. So the Roman archers were forced to retreat step by step under the crazy slashing, and a few of them even lost their footing and fell heavily on the hard ground.

"Drive them out! Drive them out!"

The infantrymen roared and rushed up to the city wall. They held spears in their hands and when the archers retreated, they raised their spears and stabbed at the Alan soldiers who were still killing indiscriminately.

As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. Facing seven or eight sharp spears stabbing at him, the Alan soldier who kept waving his battle axe stopped shouting arrogantly. He was pierced by the spear before he could even come to his senses. The Roman soldiers lifted him up high and threw him into the crowd outside the city wall.

However, the increasing number of Alan soldiers appearing on the city wall has made it difficult for the Roman soldiers defending the wall to continue. They are still gritting their teeth and holding on, but defeat is only a matter of time.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The city gate under the gate tower was shaking constantly. The Roman soldiers guarding here quickly gathered in response to the sound of the French trumpet. They held their shields and spears and stared at the crumbling city gate in front of them.

"Hold steady, maintain formation, and don't scatter. We are an indestructible army, and no one in the world can defeat us!" The centurion shouted loudly, trying to motivate the soldiers around him.

"We are an indestructible army, no one in the world can defeat us! We are an indestructible army, no one in the world can defeat us..." The soldiers repeated these words over and over again, vaguely boosting their morale, but as the city gate in front of them shook again and again, their hearts also shook with it, beating "boom, boom, boom..." rapidly.

“Wow——”

Under the endless destruction of the Alans, a big hole was torn in the crumbling city gate, and with the violent impact of dozens of people, the city gate was opened. The Alans waved their weapons and roared and rushed straight into the Roman army.

"Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"

The centurion shouted loudly, the trumpeter blew the horn, and the soldiers huddled together tightly, raised their spears, and stared at the oncoming Alans.

“Boom boom boom…”

The Alans may not be able to stop, they crashed into the Roman shields regardless of casualties and were pierced by sharp spears. The successors wielded axes and rushed madly to the Roman tortoise formation. They quickly tore apart the Roman shields and got into the tortoise formation. In this way, the Roman soldiers had to hold up their spears and keep stabbing to stop the Alans' crazy attack.

There were more and more Alans on the city wall. They lifted up the Roman soldiers who were unable to resist and threw them off the wall, and then watched them scream and be buried by the angry Alans below.

Under the fierce attack of the Alans, the Roman soldiers' ground guards retreated step by step.

At this time, inside the fortress, the officer who had just entered pulled out the black flag from the fortress gate and inserted it inside the gate, and said to Luca: "Sir, if we continue to stand by and watch, we will lose the frontline resistance troops and the city walls. The Alans will surround us in a very short time, and then you will lose your army."

"Yes, that's a good reminder, sir." Luca nodded continuously, then adjusted his wolfskin cape, turned to look at Andrew, and said to him slowly: "What do you think, my friend?"

"Let's send out the cavalry to encircle and suppress them now." Andrew said decisively. "They have already invested a large number of troops. As long as we surround them with the cavalry on standby outside, and our soldiers inside push the front line back in one go, the Alans will surely retreat as long as they lose their composure."

"That is, we don't know where the Alans' cavalry are." Luga was a little worried, but seeing that the defense line was crumbling, he had to give orders to at least relieve the pressure on the front-line infantry, so that he could kill as many enemy troops as possible.

“Wuwuwu——”

The sound of trumpets rang out at the top of the Roman fortress, and the Roman messenger soldiers at the top of the fortress waved the flags in their hands towards the woods not far behind the fortress.

At this time, only the sound of thousands of birds singing could be heard coming from the woods. The birds in the entire forest flapped their wings and flew into the air as if they were greatly frightened. There were hundreds of birds circling above the woods. It was really hard to describe what kind of scene it was. At this time, a rider rushed out of the woods. He was fully armed and holding a dragon head flag. He rode his horse without any stop, but kept waving the dragon head flag while running.

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At this time, a large number of Roman cavalry rushed out from the bushes behind him. They followed the flag bearer in front and galloped towards the fortress with deafening shouts of killing.

"Then next is our home court." Luca said, and with a "swish" he drew out the iron sword on his waist, and took Andrew and a group of officers out of the gate to the interior of the fortress. The open area here was full of soldiers. They were waiting in a scattered manner, but when they saw Luca coming out, they quickly lined up and stood up at the order of their centurion.

"Well, it seems you are ready." Luca nodded as he looked down at the four field regiments below from the top of the stairs. He did not make a mobilization speech like other officers before the battle, but loudly asked the commander of the field regiment: "Do you think your soldiers can stick to their proper combat positions and deal the most fatal blow to the enemy?"

"Yes, sir!" The commanding officers of the four field regiments answered in unison.

"Okay!" Luga nodded, smiled slightly, and then said: "Then let me see what kind of strength you can show in this battle." After that, Luga took a step forward, followed by the officers, clenched the Dragon Breath Sword, and headed towards the main gate of the fortress. The soldiers behind him followed in turn under the leadership of the centurion. The soldiers of the four field regiments marched towards the direction where the Alans' attack was most fierce.

(End of this chapter)