Chapter 520: Unparalleled Achievement 7



Chapter 520: Unparalleled Achievement 7

"Tereus!" Aetius called out to Tereus, "Now, it is up to you to command the army. After all, you are so young, and you may have some ideas that I can't even imagine!"

Hearing Aetius' trust and giving him full command of the army was already a great affirmation. The officers gathered behind Aetius seemed to have something to say, but hesitated, thus acknowledging Tereus' command authority without any objection.

"Push forward! Push forward!"

The blood-stained footsteps finally moved forward, and without the attacks of arrows and stones, these soldiers who had escaped from the blood were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The centurion patted his mail to shake off the blood drops hanging on his chain mail, picked up the whistle hanging on his chest and put it to his lips.

The sharp whistle sounded again and again to remind the soldiers behind and around them. They quickened their pace and stopped again and again to ensure that their speed was not too fast or even too slow, causing the formation to become chaotic.

The barbarian cavalry launched an attack, unable to tolerate the Romans' massacre of the defenseless slingers.

They rushed forward, waving various weapons in their hands. I don't know whether it was due to their learning ability or because they saw that such an attack did have great benefits.

They learned how the Roman cavalry attacked, except that they formed an even larger semicircular encirclement and pushed forward on the flat ground with overwhelming momentum.

It's like a deep-sea shark biting its prey with its mouth wide open. The tip of the gun and the edge of the sword are like the layers of sharp teeth in this bloody mouth, which are the most deadly part.

Faced with the roaring barbarian cavalry, the Romans naturally refused to be outdone. They stopped the massacre and, at the call of the officers and standard-bearers, regrouped and went forward to meet the enemy.

The cavalry of both sides collided with each other, their lances pierced each other, and the first row of soldiers on both sides were killed and thrown to the ground in an instant because of the collision.

The collision made the fighting more and more intense. The war horses carried soldiers holding iron swords stained with blood. They were like fish swimming in the ocean. The brandishing of swords brought out large pools of blood.

If the person who fell off the horse dies, it's fine. But if the person is not dead and is able to stand up, the nightmare before his eyes is his.

In the chaos of the army, swords and knives have no eyes. Soldiers in the melee only need to care about drawing blood and injuring or killing their opponents the moment the sword is swung.

The soldiers of the first array advanced to the front of the battlefield under the cover of the dust raised on the chaotic battlefield. They reorganized the tortoise formation under the command of the centurions.

The centurions blew their whistles desperately at the cavalry fighting in front of them. Although the whistles soon disappeared in the roar of fighting and the neighing of war horses, many cavalry still heard the whistles, turned around and understood what the infantry meant.

"Tell them to move back! Tell them to move back!"

The centurion called on his soldiers to make way for the cavalry to pass.

Seeing the Roman cavalry retreating, the barbarian cavalry were naturally unwilling to let go of these murderers who killed their compatriots. They kicked their horses hard, increased their speed of pursuit, and pounced on the backs of the Roman cavalry.

“Dangdangdang…”

The war horses crashed into the solid shields formed by the Roman infantry, as if they had crashed into an indestructible city wall. Only the loud crashing sound could be heard, but the barbarian cavalry could not be seen moving forward in front of the Roman shield formation.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

The centurion at the front was holding the shield in both hands and standing in a stalemate. In front of him were two tall war horses. The barbarian knights on them were shouting a string of incomprehensible language as if they were giving orders to the horses.

The knight kicked the horse hard in the belly, hoping to use the pain to make the horse speed up and break through the seemingly indestructible defense before him, but the horse stopped in place, unable to move forward or backward, and tears filled the corners of its eyes because of the pain.

The Roman soldiers, trying hard to keep their footing, raised their spears and stabbed at the stopped barbarian cavalry.

"I now realize how foolish it is to let our brave soldiers stay where they are and defend!" Aetius, who had witnessed everything, looked at Tereus and asked expectantly, "So now, Tereus, do you have any good ideas?"

"Of course, Captain!" Therese had an inexplicable self-confidence, and even his chest straightened up a lot after he got the command.

"I think we should expand our attack." Tereus tapped the scepter in his hand and said seriously, "Only if we defeat them in one fell swoop, no matter how many people they have, it will not have any effect!"

Soon, this sentence took effect. Tereus commanded the four field regiments of the second array into the battle. They attacked from both sides and tried to eat up the barbarian cavalry who refused to retreat like a sandwich.

It seemed that they saw clearly that they could not break through the Romans in front of them, so they gave up and retreated under the shouts of each other. The appearance of running away made the Roman soldiers who had just tasted the sweetness of victory very excited.

“Woo—woo—”

The long barbarian horn sounded, and all one could feel was the ground beneath their feet trembling slightly. Everyone looked up at the dust in front of them.

The roar came from far away and gradually got closer. The smoke and dust dissipated slightly, and only a group of barbarians, as far as the eye could see, were seen rushing towards them.

"Defense! Defense!"

"boom!"

The soldiers held their shields against the ground, raised their spears, and waited quietly.

At the moment when the smoke slowly dissipated, the barbarian army came roaring like a tide. They did not care about any formations or phalanxes that might hinder them.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

The frenzied barbarians attacked just as they had done before, using their strong bodies to slam into the shield wall formed by the Romans.

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The defense line that even war horses could not shake was certainly not something that could be shaken by human flesh. Only heavy collision sounds were heard, but the Roman army's defense line was not seen retreating even a single step.

Faced with a powerful enemy, the soldiers under Aetius had to hurry to wipe the blood off the spear barrels so that they would not be too slippery to hold during the battle.

"No, we must push the army forward and consolidate the defense line. We can't let them succeed!" Tereus shouted loudly, his voice trembling with excitement. "Let them feel the Romans' indestructible defense line. It's time to use the scorpion crossbow to teach these damn barbarians a lesson!"

“Ka-ka-ka…”

Crossbow arrows were fired one after another, splashing large amounts of blood among the dense crowd of barbarians.

But this could not stop the barbarians' attack, because they knew that if they did not break through this line of defense, they would eventually starve to death.

For Aetius and his men, if these barbarians were allowed to break through the defense line, a barbarian kingdom might appear in the vast land from here to Marseille.

"Push, push the third formation forward!" Aetius couldn't help but yelled at Tereus, "Fight, fight until these barbarians can't fight anymore!"

At the sound of the attack horn, the soldiers of the third array quickened their pace and pushed towards the front line, joining in the battle.

The battle lasted from noon to dusk, and the battlefields of both sides were already littered with corpses. Broken shields and broken spears, iron swords stuck in the chests of corpses, the soldiers on both sides had stopped roaring, and their heavy breathing was louder than the roars, the soldiers' hands and feet were filled with lead, and they seemed exhausted when they swung at each other.

Even so, the fighting did not stop because neither side was willing to admit defeat.

Behind the battlefield, the wounded were lying on the ground, staining the yellow ground in all sorts of colors, like a huge blanket spread out on the ground. The number of such people was increasing day by day.

Aetius stood on the high ground with a grim face, looking at the battlefield that was coming to an end without saying a word. The cavalry had almost fought to the end, the archers had already used up their arrows, and the bowstrings of the scorpion crossbows were broken. They could only rely on the infantry to attack! "Their frequency of rotation is getting faster and faster, and the soldiers will soon lose their patience!" Tereus reported to Aetius, his face full of self-blame, as if it was because of him that the current situation gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Next, we can only rely on God!" Aetius murmured, motionless like a statue.

Just as he finished speaking, he heard long trumpet calls from behind the barbarians, and a golden eagle appeared in the woods at the end of his sight. The eagle spread its wings, ready to fly, and looked lifelike, flashing a dim golden light under the light of the setting sun.

"Romans?"

Aetius' tone revealed disbelief.

(End of this chapter)


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