Chapter 455 New Enemy 1
The Roman soldiers on the front line, under the cover of the large shield held in their left hands, kept raising their blood-stained spears and stabbing at the Alans in front of them.
"Boom boom"
At this time, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and on the left and right sides of the fortress, the rising dust almost covered the entire fortress.
"Chief, their cavalry is coming." The noble reported to Diego. Diego's expression became more solemn. He saw the Roman cavalry appearing behind the infantry in two groups. They were like two sharp swords stabbing fiercely into the backs of the Alani infantry.
Even if the Alans' archers helped their infantry to shoot arrows at the Roman cavalry without hesitation, they could not stop the Roman cavalry from pressing down like a moving wall. Facing such an indestructible "wall", the Alans' soldiers were in chaos. Their officers shouted loudly and even made their voices hoarse as they ordered the soldiers around them to form a line of defense. However, the soldiers were in disarray because of the siege and could not find their own organization for a while. If they were regular soldiers, they could spontaneously form a line of defense, but the temporary conscripts mixed in with them were not like this. They didn't know what to do under the control of a large number of cavalry.
The sudden offensive threw Alan's army into chaos because there were too many temporary conscripts among them. In order to stabilize the front line, Alan's front-line grassroots officers had to grab the conscripts who were running around like headless flies and pull them into their own defense line.
However, the Roman cavalry horses roared and rushed forward in rows. The Roman cavalry on them kicked the horses' bellies with their lances in both hands and rushed straight into the Alans' shield wall. Their weak shields could not stop the crazy charging horses. Under the "wall", all the Alans who tried to resist were vulnerable. They were overthrown by the galloping "wave", leaving only broken bodies, broken spears and broken shields.
"Romans, forward! Forward!" Inside the city walls, there were loud shouts of killing outside the city. Behind the Roman soldiers resisting on the front line, Luca raised the Dragon's Breath Sword in his hand high, led the two thousand Roman soldiers behind him, roaring loudly and rushing towards the attacking Alane army in front of them.
When such a magnificent counter-charge sounded, the Alans felt that the ground beneath their feet was shaking. They immediately stopped their attack and, under the orders of their officers, formed a shield wall to fiercely resist the charge of the Roman infantry.
"Boom boom boom"
In the past, the barbarians had attacked the Romans desperately and used their bodies to hit their shields, but this time it was the Romans' turn. They rammed the Alans' shields frantically, and some Alans soldiers could not even hold on and were knocked to the ground.
Andrew roared with the Spada iron sword in his hand like a mad bear. Relying on his excellent protection, he knocked over two Alan soldiers holding shields, and wielded the iron sword to kill wildly as if he was in an empty space.
The gap in the Alans' shield wall was fatal. Andrew grabbed the neck of an Alans soldier who was still beside him and pushed him to the ground. The Alans soldier didn't come back to his senses at all, his face was full of pain. Andrew didn't give him any chance to linger, he stood up and stepped on the neck of the Alans soldier.
“Crack!”
The Alans' shield wall was shattered, and they had to brandish iron swords or short knives to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Romans. The whole scene was in chaos, and it was certain that the Romans had an absolute advantage.
The Roman soldiers, with their morale re-energized, rushed up to the newly fallen city wall, roaring and holding their bloody swords. They used their shields to hold the Alans back and pushed them off the city wall.
"We are Roman citizens! The Alans forced us to fight. We are Roman citizens. Please, have mercy on us!" Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the conscripts in the Alan army cried and laid down their weapons. These damn guys knelt on the ground and trembled.
"Kill them! Kill them!" Luca shouted to his soldiers, "The battlefield is changing rapidly, and it's hard to tell friend from foe. Just kill them all and get rid of all the trouble."
With just one order, these poor guys didn't even have a chance to defend themselves before they were chopped to the ground by the Roman soldiers who rushed over, and died in a pool of blood and under the trampling of countless feet. Who asked them to take up arms to attack the Roman fortress? In war, no one cares who is whose citizen.
The Alan soldiers were defeated one after another, and their front line was soon pushed back to the city gate. If their officers had not been shouting with hoarse voices to try to calm them down, they would have surely fled for their lives.
The Alans' infantry, under the command of their officers, reorganized into a new shield wall and successfully resisted the Roman cavalry, which was running out of stamina.
"Your soldiers are wavering, chief!" The nobleman close to the Alan leader Diego reminded Diego. He could certainly see the situation clearly. The Roman cavalry and infantry were working closely together to launch a beautiful cone hammer tactic, which made the Alan infantry suffer a lot.
"Order our cavalry to advance!" Diego turned his head to look at the messenger beside him and said, "We can't let our soldiers collapse!" The messenger nodded and blew the horn loudly. The flag bearer of the Alani cavalry shouted loudly and raised the flag to point at the back of the Roman cavalry in front.
With another desperate charge, many Roman cavalry accidentally fell off their horses and fell under the Alans' shield wall. The Alans huddled together tightly and fought back against the Roman cavalry on horseback with their iron swords.
At this time, Alan's cavalry arrived and they rode their horses into the stopped Roman cavalry. Now it seemed that the Roman cavalry was caught in an awkward situation of being attacked from both sides.
The Alan infantry, led by their officers, formed a line of defense under the city gate and firmly resisted the attack of the Roman infantry. Now the two sides entered a stalemate.
Luca knew that if he didn't defeat the Alan infantry in the fastest time, he could only watch his cavalrymen fall one after another under the butcher's knife of the Alan cavalry. He couldn't bear it, because the cavalry was his lifeblood. He shouted orders to the soldiers, but no one knew what to do.
"Support them! Support them!"
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At this time, Luga looked at Andrew, who was covered in blood. It seemed that he had spent a lot of energy and was breathing heavily like a red bull that had just galloped. Then he looked at the other soldiers behind him. Although they were a little tired, from their firm eyes, it could be seen that they would absolutely obey their sergeant.
"Well, let's get started!" Luga nodded at them and trotted up the city wall, with the soldiers following closely behind.
"Jump from above and land on the heads of these bastards, cutting off their retreat to guard the city gate and allowing our soldiers to break through the city gate. Success or failure depends on this one move." After saying this, Luga climbed up the city wall. The soldiers roared as if to cheer them up, and they climbed up the city wall one after another and jumped up.
The Alans who were supporting each other were suddenly knocked to the ground by heavy "objects". Upon closer inspection, they found that they were Romans. Some of them died directly after being hit by the Alans' erected spears. The survivors endured the pain and struggled to get up from the dying Alans, and raised their swords to chop at the necks of the Alans who had their backs to them.
The Alans were caught off guard by such a sudden attack and were slaughtered without knowing it. The city gates were opened and the Roman soldiers rushed out roaring. At this time, the Alans completely lost the courage to resist and fled in panic under the iron swords of the Romans.
(End of this chapter)