Chapter 489: Fierce Battle 2

“Tap tap tap…”

Behind the raging fire, the heavy footsteps of the Hun army were getting closer and closer.

"Keep in formation! Don't get confused! Don't get confused!"

At this time, distinctive Greek shouts were heard from the other side of the flames and smoke, making the retreating soldiers even think that there were Roman troops on the other side of the smoke.

Soon, the flames died down. At this time, a row of shields appeared out of thin air from the smoke, followed by sharp spears and silver helmets. The Roman surrendered troops appeared on the battlefield. They stepped over the gradually weakening flames and the charred bodies on the ground, advancing in the way of the Romans, but their spears were pointed directly at their own people! "Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"

The soldiers who had just retreated did not even have time to catch their breath before they hurriedly joined the soldiers in the following formation. They held up their shields and placed their spears on them. They whispered "Huha! Huha!" and roared, beating their shields and yelling at the betrayers who had surrendered to the Huns.

The Roman soldiers who surrendered had different expressions on their faces. They might find it difficult to attack their compatriots, but behind them were a large number of Hun cavalrymen holding lances and sabers. There were also barbarian soldiers among them. They had two roles, one was to attack the enemy, and the other was to monitor the Romans who surrendered around them. They held the axe tightly in one hand, so that if they saw a Roman surrenderer defecting, they would swing the axe without hesitation to end his life.

"Lujia." Andrew pointed at the two armies approaching from the front and asked, "How should we meet the enemy? Attack? Or defense?"

"I still don't know what Attila is thinking!" Luga said calmly, "The main thing is that if Attila decides to attack this time, we will do our best. If he chooses to attack tentatively, we must remain calm and not let Attila know our true intentions."

"So, wait for them to attack?"

"That's right, Andrew." Lu Jia nodded repeatedly, "Let's see what is looming behind the thick smoke."

"Attack! Attack!"

As the barbarian leader brandished his sword and roared loudly, the Roman surrendered soldiers raised their spears and quickened their pace, trying to press forward while keeping the shield wall stable as they tried to move forward towards the Roman army.

"Legion! Defensive posture!" the field regiment commander ordered loudly.

"boom!"

The soldiers pounded the ground with their shields, thinking of the surrenderers who were getting closer and closer, and raised their spears and hid their whole bodies behind their shields.

The two armies were getting closer and closer, and they did not attack all at once like the barbarians. Instead, the closer they got, the slower their speed became. The whole process was like a Tai Chi game, with back and forth, tentative attacks.

"Hit it! Hit it!"

Under the repeated urging of the barbarian officers, the Roman surrendered soldiers gritted their teeth, roared, and used their bodies to support their shields and slammed hard into the shield wall formed by the opposite Roman army formation.

“Pah pah pah…”

All I could hear was the sound of wooden shields colliding like applause. Soldiers from both sides used their shields as support, pushing each other back and forth, and everyone tried their best to push down the enemy on the other side of the shield. However, both sides had follow-up teams to support them, so it was as difficult as pushing down a whole row of people to push down one person.

Since they couldn't push each other down, the weapons in their right hands couldn't be idle! The soldiers almost raised their spears at the same time and stabbed the enemies fiercely. The long spears had little effect here, but they were the only good weapons the soldiers could use.

Some soldiers hid daggers. They dropped their spears and pulled out daggers. Daggers were powerful weapons in such a small space. They stabbed down fiercely with the sharp blades of the daggers. The soldiers on the opposite side could not dodge in time, and their shoulders were soon pierced by the sharp daggers. In an instant, screams were heard, and blood gushed everywhere, staining the faces and shields of the people around them red.

It was like the collision of two liquids that could not be mixed. They devoured each other, and a slow war of attrition unfolded on the flat ground in front of the Thermopylae.

There was no room for maneuver here, so both sides could only use the simplest stabbing to kill each other. People kept falling down, covering their injured shoulders or necks, but the vacant space left by him was soon replaced by another person.

Attila was not satisfied with this unexciting battle. He ordered the officers behind him: "Order the catapults and use my precious pots to kill them!"

"But Attila, our people are in there too," the officer retorted.

"Our people?" Attila turned around and gave the officer an irresistible look. "They are all Romans. I didn't say they are all ours."

"As you wish, my king!" The officer, who suddenly understood, immediately saluted and pushed him down. Attila then let out a long sigh of relief and said to the Roman army in a leisurely manner: "Flavius ​​Luca, you can just watch the Romans kill each other quietly, and then die under the fire you invented!"

“Ka-ka-ka…”

More than a dozen huge clay pots flew into the sky, spraying kerosene all the way.

"It's bad!" Seeing the sky full of kerosene cans, Luca's heart tightened and he hurriedly called on the messenger officer to blow the horn to retreat.

But it was too late to make such an effort. The can was smashed into the crowd of people fighting each other. Many unlucky soldiers were killed on the spot, but the kerosene in the can splashed everywhere and covered the soldiers who were still fighting.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

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Soldiers from both sides stopped fighting, looking at the kerosene all over their bodies, as if they were taking a bath, whether they were surrenderers or Roman soldiers. When they smelled the strong smell of kerosene, they already understood the general idea.

"Attila is going to burn us to death, Attila is going to burn us to death!" The soldiers shouted, and there was a commotion in both armies. Whether they were barbarian soldiers or surrenderers, when they realized that Attila was going to massacre them, their feelings were incomprehensible.

At this time, all he saw were the Hun cavalrymen behind him putting lit arrows on the bowstrings and shooting towards the chaotic army formation.

"Woo woo woo..." The retreat horn sounded. Since both armies were Romans, they were naturally very familiar with this kind of horn, so a strange scene happened. Both armies rushed forward and ran towards Luca.

"Quick! Prepare water! Prepare water!" Luca shouted to the soldiers to fetch water, and said to the messenger officer: "Order these soldiers to jump into the sea!"

"But……"

"No buts, the sea can ensure that they won't be burned to death!"

“Ka-ka-ka…”

There was a sound of bowstrings being pulled, and hundreds of arrows fell from the sky. Many soldiers who had their backs to the arrows were shot and fell down. Those who were contaminated with kerosene instantly caught fire. The people who carried the fire were frightened and ran around in the crowd, and the flames spread rapidly.

The soldiers in the rear array held up their shields to form a shield wall to block their way. At the orders of their officers, they roared, held up their shields, and pushed these guys into the sea.

The soldiers fell into the sea one after another, like dumplings. Watching them fluttering on the sea, at least the fire on their bodies was extinguished.

(End of this chapter)