Chapter 460: Difficult Progress

"Look at you, Flavius ​​Luca, look at what you have done!"

Seeing the Vandal army pressing forward, Mateorius was in a precarious situation. He could not help but curse Luca, blaming this bastard who longed for freedom for his impatience and causing him to fall into this quagmire that was difficult to get out of.

The Vandal army was visible on three sides, and their roars shook the hearts of every soldier present.

"Shield wall! Shield wall!"

The commanding officers at the front shouted loudly, calling on the soldiers to overlap each other in layers, so that with the combined strength of everyone, they could firmly keep the attacking Vandals outside the shields.

Luga kept wielding the Dragon's Breath Sword in the chaos. Every time he swung the sword, it was accompanied by death. The skilled riders rode their horses through the chaos, dodging the iron swords slashing from the front from time to time. They also had to master the weapons in their hands and stab the enemy hard when they least expected it, giving them the most fatal blow.

Luca was facing such an enemy. He had to admit that the Alans were a nation on horseback. He kept fending off the attacks from the Alans, but even so, the sturdy breastplate on his chest still had many scratches without him noticing.

Cavalrymen from both sides kept falling down with their horses. Compared with the soldiers on horseback, everyone was more interested in the unprotected war horses under their crotches. So they raised their swords and swung them, and the sharp weapons left horrible wounds on the war horses. In this way, no matter if the war horses were frightened or dead, the cavalrymen on their horses, who had no fixed measures at all, would fall off their horses no matter how skilled they were, and become a body trampled under the chaotic horses' hooves.

Luca was among them. He took a deep breath and used all his strength to stabilize the horse under his crotch. As long as the horse did not fall, he could get some safety. But facing him was an Alan rider who rushed out from the chaotic army. He was like a hunter lurking in the dark. He locked onto Luca from a distance. This officer was obviously dressed differently from other Roman cavalry officers.

The Alan rider rode forward, as if he had become one with the horse under him. He easily passed through the gap and headed straight for Luga.

"Hold on, stay together, and move forward steadily! Steady..."

It was not until he was right in front of him that Luka saw the existence of the Alan rider who was ready to hunt him. He only saw the Alan rider holding up the iron sword in his hand and roaring at Luka. The bright sword body flashed a dazzling silver light in the sunlight. Luka quickly shut up and at this critical moment, he suddenly raised his right hand and raised the Dragon Breath Sword in his hand.

"when!"

The sudden sharp sound of metal collision stunned Luga for an instant. The sparks from the metal collision made Luga's eyes go blank. He could not see the people and objects around him clearly. The impact force caused by the swinging and hitting made his whole body lean back.

"Luga!" Luga only heard Andrew's exclamation behind him, and then a severe tinnitus sounded in his ears. He suddenly felt dizzy. When he looked up, he saw only a blood-red sky, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

"Luga! Luga!" Andrew kept shouting his name nearby, and the soldiers who were guarding him rushed over to form a defensive circle around Luga to protect him tightly, preventing any Alans from trying to approach him. However, the Alans around saw this move and rushed over to make this place their primary target of attack.

The fierce fighting sounds from both sides filled Lujia's ears. He was first tortured by the intense tinnitus and saw stars in his eyes. As time went by, the tinnitus gradually subsided until it was replaced by the shouts of killing all around. Lujia finally regained consciousness at this time. At this time, Lujia came back to his senses a little, he sat up and stroked his head which was so painful that it exploded.

When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by chaotic cavalry. They were fighting each on their own, using their own methods to fight against the endless stream of Alan cavalry that were rushing towards them.

Cavalrymen were constantly being killed in front of Luga, and Luga stood there blankly, watching them fall down unwillingly and breathe their last in a pool of blood.

"Luga! Cheer up, Luga!" Andrew rode over, roaring, and stretched out his hand to slap Luga hard in the face.

“Bang!”

The slap was not light, but it immediately made Luca come to his senses and he shook his head. Only then did he clearly feel his position.

"Luga, we are surrounded! Luga, we are surrounded!" Andrew turned around and kept shouting to Luga, as if to inform Luga. Now Luga understood. He slapped his forehead and cursed the Alan who attacked him and distracted him for so long.

He picked up the Dragon Breath Sword from the ground, wiped off the blood and dirt on it with his sleeve, and then held it tightly in his hand. Facing the chaos in front of him, Luka only felt his heartbeat speeding up, his breathing gradually became heavier, and he hesitated for a moment before finally taking a step.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do, Luca!" Andrew asked him loudly behind him. Luca did not answer, but continued to move forward with his sword in hand. Soon, he walked out of the gap among the chaotic horses and got out of the defensive circle of the Roman cavalry.

At this time, an Alans cavalryman came whistling with a battle axe in his hand. Lujia faced him and did not dodge, but stepped forward to meet him. At the moment when the man and the horse came into contact, Lujia bent down suddenly and saw the sharp battle axe with blood slashing across his back and missing. Lujia dodged, but he did not intend to let it go. Lujia swung his arm and swung the Dragon Breath Sword to cut off the front hoof of the Alans' warhorse.

The warhorse that lost its front legs wailed and fell to the ground, and the guy on top of it also fell to the ground. Luca didn't give him a moment to breathe. He roared and pounced on the man, grabbed him, and then thrust his sword into the back of his neck.

The blood-stained sword stretched out of the Alan's mouth. The Alan didn't even groan, his eyes rolled back and he died.

"Damn beast!" Luga cursed, drew out the Dragon's Breath Sword, turned around and rushed into the random horses, slashing continuously. He didn't care whether he could kill the enemy or not, he only wanted to injure the war horses, making them frightened and panicked, and flee in all directions.

He swung the sword like a madman, perhaps he didn't even know what he was hitting. The Alans' horses around him screamed and fled in all directions. No matter how their masters controlled them, they refused to get close to the dangerous creatures that would scratch them.

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The horses collided with each other, and the Alans' line was in chaos. The horses were seen trying desperately to avoid each other, and then Luga slashed forward.

"Protect Luga! Protect Luga!" Luga's crazy behavior made Andrew anxious. He called on the cavalrymen around him to move forward quickly and follow closely behind Luga.

Luga just chopped wildly with his eyes closed, and actually created a gap. None of the Alan cavalrymen around dared to approach him, because without long weapons, it was impossible for them to assassinate Luga from a long distance, which allowed Luga to succeed.

Even the strongest guy cannot stand wasting his energy like this. Before he had gone far, Luka was already out of breath, and the Dragon's Breath Sword in his hand lay powerlessly on his legs.

Even though he was tired, his heart was still pounding. Luga gasped for breath, covered his chest and clenched his teeth. He raised his head and stared at the Alan in front of him with his red eyes.

This is really an extremely dangerous guy. The Alans stared with wide eyes in horror at the Roman in front of them, who was covered in blood but could not hide his gorgeous clothes.

At this time, the Alans in front of Luca made way, and their leader, Diego, rode slowly in front of Luca. He held the reins of his warhorse in his left hand and an iron sword in his right hand. The sword was covered with blood. God knows how many Romans he killed.

"We meet again." Diego said coldly to Luca.

(End of this chapter)