Chapter 517: Unparalleled Achievement 3

"Their leader is dead! Their leader is dead!"

Before the barbarian coalition could react, there was a commotion in the first line of defense of Aetius' army. All Roman soldiers refused to accept this fact, after all, the arrow was shot from the direction of Rome.

"Things have changed!"

Aetius, who was always sensitive, immediately saw that something was wrong and immediately asked Tereus: "Did you see where the arrow came from?"

"It seems to be there!" Tereus pointed to the small woods closest to the barbarian army. It was as quiet as a virgin land and no one had ever set foot there.

"What should we do, Captain?" Tereus turned around and looked at Aetius, asking, "Should we explain to them that someone is destroying our peace?"

Aetius just shook his head, his face so solemn that it was hard to describe how frustrated he was, as if he was a child watching his piece of delicious cake being taken away by someone else.

A breeze blew by, and Aetius shuddered. Could it be that his body

Because he was wearing chain mail, the protection against the sharp arrows at such a close distance was almost zero. The sharp arrow pierced through the leader's chest, and even the blood-stained arrowhead protruded from his chest.

The oozing blood flowed all over the ground and seeped into the soil beneath his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. This could be considered as nourishing the barrenness beneath his feet, but whether he was willing to do so depended on the opinions of other barbarian leaders.

Surprise, confusion, anger, all expressions of dissatisfaction were written on the faces of every barbarian leader.

Looking at the body that was losing its temperature, the other barbarian leaders could not help but tremble. Their breathing gradually became heavier, and everyone turned around and stared at the messenger standing in the middle of them with red eyes, looking at a loss.

"You lied, Roman!"

The Alemanni, who were the first to be attacked, grabbed the messenger's toga and lifted the helpless wretch in front of them.

He was so angry that his red eyes were like two volcanoes that could erupt at any time, causing this weak guy to not dare to look him in the eye, for fear of being burned by the anger in his eyes and eventually turned into ashes.

"The Romans have betrayed us again!" The barbarians began to roar. They raised their weapons high, surrounded the poor messenger, glared with their eyes, opened their mouths and roared at the Roman messenger desperately.

The roar was deafening, making the poor messenger look so helpless. He was alone, covering his ears. The roar almost broke his head.

The barbarian leaders, who refused to give up, stretched out their hands, and grabbed his arms like a pair of powerful iron pliers, separating his hands from his ears. Now he had to endure the roars and insults from all sides.

His expression was distorted and his eyes were filled with tears. He had lost all resistance to the attack of the sound and collapsed into pieces under the curses of the crowd.

His face was covered with tears and snot, but even in this miserable state he didn't get any sympathy.

The angry barbarians, who felt they had been deceived, raised their iron swords and pressed them against the vulnerable part of his neck and chest. The sword holder had a heart as hard as stone, and under the shouts of the people around him, he thrust the sword into the messenger's throat.

Aetius witnessed the entire massacre from a distance, and his brows furrowed even more tightly.

The barbarians cut off the messenger's head, tied the poor creature's head to his chest with a rope, and tied his still warm body to the horse's back and let the warhorse carry him back.

The frightened warhorse ran back to Aetius's army in panic. The ropes that bound it finally broke under the heavy load, causing the headless corpse to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

The blood splattered and stained the dodging soldiers around. The head rolled on the dry yellow ground like a ball. The painful expression on his face was fixed on his face like a statue. Finally, he stopped. His dusty and lifeless eyes stared at Aetius not far away. His wide mouth seemed to ask over and over again: "Why!"

"Order the soldiers to prepare for battle."

Aetius didn't even bother to look at the unfortunate guy. He spoke coldly, slowly stepped down from the command chariot, and faced the barbarians who were shouting and fighting fiercely on the opposite side.

"Soldier Captain, shouldn't we explain to them that this is just a misunderstanding?"

"No need, there is no need to explain!" Aetius said, holding the golden scepter and pointing it at the Barbarian Super Legion in front of him. "The attitude of the Barbarians is clear, and I will not allow my envoys to die again!"

"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

The centurions roared and commanded the soldiers beside them to raise their shields and guns, with rows of spears pointing directly at the barbarian army in front of them.

The officer holding the bow walked to the front of the army formation and pulled the bowstring, which was wrapped in red cloth, toward the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

“Crack!”

I saw a red light flashing in the sky and landing about seventy or eighty meters away from Aetius' army.

"Quick! Prepare for battle, prepare for battle!"

The archers quickly ran forward and stood at the front of the army. They pulled out an arrow from the leather belt tied to their right legs, put it on the bowstring and waited.

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The barbarian was no longer rash this time. Although he was furious and shouted for revenge, he would never make the same mistake again after suffering a loss.

The super legion in front of them quickly formed an offensive formation as they did in the previous battle. They imitated the fighting style of the Roman army and arranged one huge square formation after another and pressed towards Aetius's army.

There were cavalrymen on the left and right sides of the army. They held javelins, wore leather armor, and had bare heads. Their fluffy hair was slightly floating, just like the wild grass on the ground.

They advanced slowly, as if they were looking ahead to see if there were any traps set by the Romans. After all, a small pothole could kill a veteran who had been training for decades, and the barbarians could not bear to bear this loss.

"They learned a rough outline of our fighting methods on the other side of the Rhine!" Looking at the clumsy army formation in front of him, Aetius couldn't help but shake his head and sneer, "They want to show Rome's true strength just by imitating the appearance, but they still fall far short of it!"

"Archers ready!"

“Wow!”

At the same moment the order was given, hundreds of archers drew their bows and arrows above their heads, aiming at the barbarian army that was slowly advancing not far away.

The commander's eyes were fixed on the arrow tied with a red cloth. As long as the barbarian army stepped over the arrow, they would be faced with an overwhelming barrage of arrows.

"Let them see how powerful we are!"

"boom……"

The infantry continued to advance, but on both sides of them, hundreds of cavalry had sped up. Their momentum was like a mountain torrent, and they rushed towards Aetius's army with heavy roars.

They were so fast that it was impossible to aim at them. Facing the groups of soldiers in front of them, the archers hesitated. Should they shoot or not? That was the question.

(End of this chapter)