Chapter 493: Go to the battlefield in person

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The Huns' catapults began to roar, which meant that another round of their attack was about to begin.

“Snap! Snap! Snap!…”

The pottery jars filled with kerosene exploded in the Roman army. The soldiers knew exactly what they were for. When they found themselves covered in kerosene, they knew that if they stayed here, they would be loyal to Rome. "Attila! Attila! Attila!"

At this moment, for some reason, the barbarian coalition forces actually raised their weapons and shouted Attila's name loudly, as if this name would give them strength.

"Oh, warriors!" At this time, they saw a few Hun cavalrymen holding kerosene cans and riding their horses in their army. They were wearing heavy armor, so thick that their faces could not be seen clearly. They only raised the fire pots in their hands and shouted loudly, speaking a language that only the barbarians could understand. The barbarians were very excited, as if they had seen the real god of war in Valhalla that they believed in.

The barbarian soldiers shouted again and again: "Attila! Attila!" and kept retreating to make way for the Hun cavalry behind them.

"Oh no!" the Roman soldiers cried out loudly, and they all looked down at the kerosene mixed with blood under their feet.

"They are here to die! They are here to die!" The Roman officers shouted loudly and reminded the soldiers around them, "Javelins, take out your javelins and shoot them down!"

The officers were all in a panic, so how could the soldiers remain calm? Each of them had experienced the baptism of kerosene, and they knew what it meant when these guys rushed over.

The barbarians continued to retreat, leaving a very wide path for the Hun cavalry, who would eventually live up to expectations and ride forward with kerosene cans in their arms.

"Shoot them down! Shoot them down!" The panicked officers shouted loudly, and the soldiers drew out their javelins tremblingly. They were so panicked that they couldn't even aim at the oncoming Hun cavalry.

"Attila! Attila!"

These Hun cavalrymen shouted Attila's name loudly, as if this name was the best proof that they were ready to die. They kicked their horses hard, and the horses were frightened and rushed forward at an accelerated speed.

"Shoot them! Shoot them, knock them off their horses!"

Following the orders, the soldiers finally threw their javelins with trembling hands. Perhaps it was because of the strength of the Hun's armor or because the soldiers were too nervous to exert their strength, but most of the javelins seemed to be weak and were bounced off the Huns in an instant.

"Attila! Attila!"

Seeing that their armor could easily deflect the thrown javelins, these Hun cavalrymen felt as if they were assisted by God. They roared and quickened their speed as they rushed towards the Roman army!

“Crack!”

With a loud bang, the Roman soldiers only saw a black shadow flashing above their heads, and it immediately pierced the Hun cavalryman who was rushing in the front. The Hun cavalryman fell off his horse without even a scream, and the pot in his hand was smashed on the hard stone, and he was instantly engulfed by flames.

The sudden explosion did startle the horses that were following closely behind. All they could hear were the horses neighing and raising their front hooves repeatedly, trying to get rid of the restraints of the horsemen on their backs. The Hun cavalrymen behind them instantly lost their arrogance and were replaced by panic, trying their best to regain control of the horses.

The smell of burning lingered among the soldiers on both sides. The barbarians stopped shouting at this time, and everyone stared at the out-of-control horses struggling with their eyes wide open.

Soon, the Hun cavalry, unable to break free from their horses, could not hold on and fell off their horses because of the heavy pots they were holding and the equally heavy armor that made their bodies inflexible and difficult to move.

“Pah, pah, pah!”

The cans in their hands were smashed one after another, but the burning cloth strips on them did not go out. The result was predictable, and the flames instantly devoured them. They could only be seen screaming and struggling in the flames, but the fire was a dead thing and would not go out no matter how miserable they screamed, so they were turned into ashes in full view of the public.

The Hun warships finally came within the range of the archers' arrows, but before they could stop, they were hit even more fiercely. A stone bullet flew in an arc and landed directly on the warship.

"Kutong!"

A big hole was smashed in the warship, and the seawater rushed in instantly, and the warship sank into the sea at a speed visible to the naked eye. The other warships behind were all scarred, and seeing such a precedent, they all needed to consider their next move.

"Such scenes make me feel uncomfortable and tremble, Luca, do you feel this way?" Andrew asked Luca, who had just let go of the handle of the scorpion crossbow, and said with a smile: "This flame reminds me of the time on the Rhine River when Anthony tried to burn us to death. Thanks to you, my friend, otherwise I would be like them, struggling in the flames with a scarred body. Until now, I feel a burning pain in my back when I see this flame!"

"The past is too painful to recall, Andrew, old friend!" Luca wiped the sweat off his palms with his cloak and said slowly, "I still remember that I was stepped on by someone to save you. If I have the chance to see that son of a bitch barbarian again, I will skin him alive!"

"Something? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You're lucky to be alive. Oh my God, look at me, I've gone off topic again!" Luga patted his forehead and walked downstairs. Andrew followed closely behind him, not leaving his side for a moment.

"We really encountered a tough nut to crack today, as you can see, Andrew."

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"Yes, Luca, I have a feeling that if we can win this game, we will be heroes in all of Rome."

"Hero? Ha, I just hope that the nobles of Athens can put aside their past grudges and forget about me robbing them. I know they still have a lot of hidden treasures." Luca said as he drew out the Dragon's Breath Sword from his waist.

"The commander is coming! The commander is coming!"

The soldiers in front of Lujia turned around and saw Lujia hurriedly making way. Everyone was watching Lujia come to the front of the army from the back. The soldiers all turned their eyes to him. After all, it was not a small matter for a commander to lead by example.

"Andrew." Luca called softly, holding the sword horizontally and quietly looking at his own face reflected in the steel. "I hope you can stay by my side and protect me, and fulfill the duties of a captain of the guards."

"As you wish, Luga." Andrew said, and drew out the iron sword with a "swish" sound, holding the hilt tightly with both hands.

"Well then, soldiers!" Luca looked around at the silent warriors staring at him, "I called you here to witness a great moment together. The real threat to the Roman Empire and their ugly minions are about to fall under our righteous swords! So now, don't hesitate, don't be afraid, pick up your weapons and let us show them how powerful we are!"

“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”

The soldiers cheered, showing a completely different attitude from the barbarian coalition in front of them. It was obvious that they were frightened by these fires.

"Soldiers! Forward!"

Luca's call was equivalent to the encouragement brought to the soldiers by the trumpets of all the soldiers. They cheered themselves up and launched a counterattack against the Hun coalition forces.

(End of this chapter)