Chapter 492 Tug of War
Killing and death go hand in hand, and the number of people killed increases, resulting in the accumulation of corpses on the ground. This also proves the saying: Those who are good at swords will die by the sword.
Attila's trebuchets operators were unwilling to remain calm, they continued to place flaming stones on their trebuchets and fired them continuously. Stones fell one after another on the front line of the chaos, God knows who they killed, they didn't care, anyway, stones fell one after another, just like hitting the water, always able to splash "waves".
The battle lasted from morning to noon, and from noon to sunset, with shouts and cries of killing coming one after another. Soldiers on both sides always fantasized that their roars could scare the opponent, but even if they shouted until their voices were hoarse, it was not the ears of others that hurt, but their own throats.
They were all blinded by the desire to kill, and their desire to fight even made them forget the pain of their own wounds. They only cared about whether there was a decent cut on the enemy's body.
Luga was high above them, looking down at the battle that was far from over. Blood formed a quiet "lake" under their feet, and then slowly flowed into the sea like a small river, dyeing the sea water outside the hot springs pass blood red.
Another field regiment pressed forward. Looking at their backs entering the battlefield, Luka was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to do. He seemed to be back on the battlefield outside the city of Narpan. Somehow, he always recalled the scene at that time, the piles of corpses, and the wild dogs and wolves feasting on them.
He didn't know why he was in this situation, as if the soldiers fighting back and forth in front of him brought back painful memories.
"Attila is serious! Luga, let's do our best too." Andrew reminded him beside Luga. Luga finally came back to his senses at this time. He was shaking violently all over, which caught Andrew's attention.
"Luka, what's wrong with you?"
"No, nothing!" Luca hurriedly shook his head, turned around and said to Andrew with a smile: "I just saw them fighting, and I was a little excited in my heart. I finally suppressed my feelings. At this time, I should sit still and stay calm!"
"Why don't I see any excitement in you?" Andrew looked at Luca with confusion in his eyes. "On the contrary, your shaking is like the shock after you wet your pants. Oh, I hope you didn't do such a stupid thing!"
"Order the soldiers on the cliff to take action. At this time, the aggressive Attila needs some unexpected surprises to cheer him up. Otherwise, it will not be a good thing for us to just attack blindly."
"As you wish, Luca!" said Andrew, turning around and giving instructions to the trumpeter.
The urgent Roman horns sounded, but the sound was completely deaf to the soldiers on both sides who were still fighting. The weapons in their hands began to become blunt, and were covered with blood and minced meat. They refused to give in, and only wanted to kill more people before they were exhausted, because in such a crowded situation, if they used up all their strength, they would only be brutally killed by the opponent and let their comrades behind take over.
"This is an order! This is an order!" The soldiers who heard the horn shouted loudly and informed each other. They hurriedly picked up their weapons - a thick wooden stick and ran to the big rock placed on the edge of the cliff, using the stick to push against the bottom.
“Boom…”
A dull roar sounded above everyone's heads. The barbarian soldiers under Attila raised their heads and saw the top of the cliff falling. Now, their anger was instantly extinguished by fear. The fierce roar just now instantly turned into screams of fear. They were in chaos. The soldiers on the inside tried their best to squeeze out to avoid the pile of rocks falling from the sky, but the outside were afraid of being pushed into the sea, so they pushed in desperately. In this way, the two forces pushed each other and in the end no one could gain any advantage. They only saw large pieces of rocks falling from the top of their heads like a waterfall. The moment they landed, they drowned the crying soldiers and the crowded crowd. A large amount of dust and debris became the grave of the buried.
"Romans! Romans!" Seeing his soldiers being buried by stones, Attila's anger was so strong that his small chest could not contain it. He roared loudly, calling out Luca's name. The noble officers behind him were so scared that they dared not breathe.
"Use kerosene, then use kerosene!" Attila lost his patience and shouted hysterically to the officers behind him like a mad dwarf. "Burn them all, burn all the Romans!"
The Hun soldiers rode on horseback, holding burning fire pots, passing over the "grave" full of dead bodies covered with stones, and they quickly rushed towards the battle area. In the trebuchet position behind them, the soldiers also placed oil cans on the trebuchets, waiting for the next instruction.
"Burn them all! Burn them all!"
"Ha, let's show the Romans how powerful we are! They asked for this!"
Seeing the Hun cavalry holding fire pots, the other barbarian vassal armies immediately understood what was going on. They raised their weapons and cheered loudly. The Hun cavalry passed by them like conquerors full of glory.
At this time, behind Attila's long army, warships appeared one after another. These were warships collected by Attila along the way from the surrendered areas. The warships were full of archers, who were busy smearing grease on their arrows and lighting them on the braziers prepared in advance.
The warships slowly approached, and the engineers operating the catapults were quietly waiting for their positions.
Luca also saw the approach of the warships at this time. In the gradually darkening scene, the rows of burning arrows seemed particularly dazzling. Luca looked at the catapult in the distance that had already pulled down the "arm" of the crisis, and instantly understood
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At this time, only the roars of the Roman army's crossbows and scorpion crossbows could be heard, and one deadly crossbow arrow after another flew straight towards the Huns' warships.
The crossbow arrows could even penetrate the wooden bow of the ship. The archers who had no protection at all were even more vulnerable to such sharp crossbow arrows. They were standing densely on the deck, so the crossbow arrows could penetrate them in a string.
"Hold on! Hold on!" The officers on the ship waved whips at the soldiers who wanted to squat and avoid, forcing them to stand up and face the crossbow arrows head-on. The warships were riddled with holes, and the slave cabins where the boats were rowing were filled with the smell of blood. The wooden floor was covered with a layer of bright red blood. The slaves pierced by the crossbow arrows were nailed to their positions alive. Some of them were still alive, but the supervisors holding iron swords had already lost interest in them. They came on the ground full of blood, and used the silver iron swords in their hands to easily kill the seriously injured slaves one after another.
"Row! Row faster!"
"Bang! Bang!" Under the supervisor's roar, the dead were relieved, but the living were in greater pain, because there were fewer people, but the speed of the warship could not be slow, so they could only put in more effort.
(End of this chapter)