Chapter 488 Fierce Fighting 1

Unexpectedly, in such a short first contact, the Hun army retreated in a panic before even touching the shields of the first Roman army formation. This meant that the first contact battle ended like this.

The Huns did not launch any more attacks throughout the rest of the day, and Luca, the defender, ordered his soldiers to rest and wait to see if Attila had any new ways of attack.

"You make me feel an unprecedented anger, Flavius ​​Luca!" Attila's voice was low, his fists clenched, and the servants and maids around him did not dare to come close to him.

At this time, on Attila's side, he was also very angry because of the setback in his attack. After all, the unique geographical location of Thermopylae restricted his attack and he could not spread out his troops and fight a fierce battle with Luga.

Looking at the well-defended Roman army, Attila became more and more angry. How could he tolerate his opponent laughing at him? In Thrace, the same field army had fought hard but never made a fool of itself. This time, it was defeated without even touching the opponent. This was a loud slap in the face of his honor. If he didn't want to spread the news and let the world laugh at him, he had to completely wipe out the Thracian field army in front of him! "Oedites." Attila called softly.

Oedites stepped forward and stood respectfully behind Attila. "My king, what can I do for you?"

"You are a Roman noble and have received a very strict education."

"It's just as you said, Attila." Oedites nodded repeatedly and continued, "I have received a very professional education. The people who taught me were all famous scholars in Pannonia. As you know, Pannonia has always been a place where Augustus is produced."

"I'm afraid you will never become Augustus!" Attila said jokingly, "Now many Romans, especially the nobles in the Senate, hate you to the core."

Oedites said seriously: "That's because they are stubborn and stubborn, and I made the right choice."

"Haha, Oedites, you are really good at talking!" Attila laughed and said, "Then let me ask you, there was a war here hundreds of years ago."

"Yes, Xerxes, King of Persia, and Leonidas, King of Sparta."

"So now, it's so similar to that time." Attila raised his head and looked at the stars above him. Everything has changed now, at least the night sky and the stars above his head are still the same as before.

"Attila, what do you mean?" Oedites asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I mean, Xerxes attacked and Leonidas defended. Now, I attack and Flavius ​​Luca defends. History always repeats itself in a surprising way!"

"No, you are wrong, Attila!" Oedites interrupted Attila's thoughts and said directly: "You are different from Xerxes!"

"Oh?" Attila suddenly felt that this topic was interesting. He turned around and looked at Oedites and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Xerxes is cruel and cowardly, brave but not wise. He only knows how to sit on his magnificent throne and order others to fight for his life!" Oedites looked at Attila and continued, "But you are different. My king, you are kind, calm, and sensible. You are brave and wise. You lead by example on the battlefield and always gain the loyalty of your soldiers..."

"Okay, okay," Attila quickly stretched out his hand to interrupt Oedites and said with a smile: "It is undeniable, Oedites, you really convinced me! So now it seems that I mean, if this is the same as the original battle."

"Even if it costs a heavy price, my king!" Oedites clenched his fists and said sternly, "Victory will eventually belong to us!"

"I hope it's just as you said, or even better! But now, I need a weapon that can make them terrified and in great pain!" Attila murmured secretly, and couldn't help but look back at the earthenware jar on the table behind him, wondering what was inside. Although it looked ordinary, seeing it, Attila seemed to have hope, and he inadvertently revealed a sneer.

That night, it was pitch dark and both sides were very cautious. There was only one road that they could pass through, so both sides stared at the darkness in front of them for fear that the enemy would attack at night.

The next morning, the Huns did not seem to be so anxious to attack. Instead, they slowly reorganized their troops and launched a new offensive.

"Attila doesn't intend to retreat. It seems he is still planning a new attack." Andrew pointed at the Hun army formation opposite. They were mobilizing urgently, and the defeated army was regrouping in front of the formation. However, behind them, the Hun archers were ready to go, and the arrows in their hands were not pointing at the Roman army formation, but at the backs of the infantry in front.

On the Roman side, the soldiers spread the dead barbarian soldiers on the ground, because this would make the flat ground uneven, making it difficult for the cavalry to exert their due strength on it. This is also a way to limit the Huns, as long as Attila still wants to continue fighting! "Tap tap tap..."

With heavy footsteps, Attila's army advanced forward. They were still mainly composed of infantry, but this time they had a new approach, that is, the Roman surrendered army as the vanguard, and they used the same combat skills as Luca's army.

"Look at those betrayers." Luka muttered to himself. He was surprised at the number of these surrendered troops. There were too many of them. They were arranged in eight large field regiments. They held their shields and slowly pushed towards Luka and his men. "When facing the Huns, I didn't see them have the courage to face them head-on. Now when they point their spears at us, look at their courage, these damn bastards."

"So Luca, what should we do?" asked Andrew.

"Let them come!" Luga clenched his fists, "Let's see if they really want to be our enemy. If they do, then we should kill them all as much as possible. If they don't, turning to the light is not a good idea."

But strangely, the Roman rebels on the opposite side stopped less than 150 meters away from the Luca army. They waited face to face for a long time, only to see more than a dozen catapults appear behind them.

"No way, are we going to use stones again?"

The soldiers trembled as they spoke. After yesterday's attack, the tragic scene was still fresh in their minds, so they panicked when they saw the catapults. However, in order to maintain their formation, they held their weapons tightly and wiped the sweat off their hands from time to time.

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“Ka-ka-ka…”

There were bursts of wood hitting sounds, and then more than a dozen catapults were seen working together. In an instant, more than a dozen black shadows streaked across the sky, and then whizzed down on the Roman army formation.

"Defense! Defense!"

The centurion shouted, but at that moment, the sudden flames bloomed like huge and gorgeous flowers on the tortoise shell formation of the Roman soldiers.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Luca was stunned by the scene in front of him. He only heard the crisp sound of jars breaking, and one after another "sparks" "bloomed" among the Roman soldiers in the front row. Countless soldiers were engulfed by the flames, and screams were endless. The sea of ​​fire that appeared in an instant enveloped all the soldiers in the first array. The soldiers' fighting spirit collapsed in an instant. Many soldiers shouted, dropped their weapons, and ran into the sea with flames all over their bodies. Those who didn't make it in time were burned to death.

“Back off! Back off!”

The soldiers scattered, screaming as they fled far away from the sea of ​​fire.

Thick smoke billowed like a curtain hanging upside down from the ground to the sky, blocking everyone's vision. Luca could only see the struggling Roman soldiers in the flames at the bottom, and their figures in the flames gradually turned into mummies.

"When did he learn that!" Luga gritted his teeth. He could even feel Attila sneering at the other side of the flames and smoke.

(End of this chapter)