Chapter 597 Second Contact

"It's over! We're done!"

The soldiers choked with sobs, but the galloping horses made it impossible for them to stop. Andrew was among them. Looking at the Alemanni soldiers in front of him with javelins on their shoulders, he felt that time had slowed down a lot at this moment.

He seemed to have lost his hearing, or to be stunned, as if he was regretful and helpless, like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

A barrage of javelins swept over, and war horses kept falling to the ground wailing due to being injured, and the cavalrymen on them fell to the hard ground together.

Fortunately, Andrew held up his shield when the javelin was about to hit his face. He heard two "clang" sounds and raised his head again, seeing two sharp javelin heads on his shield.

Before he could figure out what to do next, he heard a shock in his lower body, followed by the whine of his horse. In an instant, Andrew felt as if an irresistible force was pushing him away, and he fell to the wet mud before he could even scream.

It was against the rules to land directly on the ground, not to mention that Andrew, who had a blank mind and knew nothing, hit the protruding shield heavily. He felt a blank in his mind, and when he touched his forehead and nose, he felt a handful of blood mixed with mud.

“Damn it!”

Andrew cursed inwardly, struggled to stand up, and wiped the blood that kept oozing from his face with his relatively clean sleeve.

The cavalrymen behind him kept falling down beside him, and many of them broke their necks and died instantly because they fell off their horses. The momentum of the Roman cavalry's attack was instantly suppressed, and they were even unable to turn the tide.

But even so, the sound of horse hooves continued to echo in Andrew's ears, becoming more and more harsh.

When Andrew looked up again, he was surprised to find that the Alemanni cavalry were crossing behind the infantry formation, like two sharp spears piercing the weakest part of the Roman army from behind.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Andrew cursed continuously. He grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and slapped it on his wound, trying to use the dirt to seal the bleeding wound.

He dropped his shield, picked up his iron sword and shouted, "Return to defense! Return to defense!"

But even if Andrew's voice was hoarse, his voice was soon drowned out by the noisy sound of horse hooves and blended into the crowd, so that the soldiers in front could not hear him at all.

When the Roman infantry were awakened by the sound of horse hooves behind them, it was too late to turn around. The Alemanni cavalry crossed over and tore the archers' line into pieces.

It was like two sharp knives stuck in the ribs. The Alemanni cavalry dispersed the archers and did not stop, and then rushed into the lines of the field regiments on both sides, instantly smashing the two field regiments with irresistible force. People on the fixed lines were constantly knocked to the ground by their horses. The Alemanni cavalry was unstoppable in the chaos and swept everything away.

"Two rows of defense! Two rows of defense!"

The commanders of the field regiment in the center of the army raised their swords and shouted loudly. The soldiers at the rear immediately turned their spears and shields to defend against the cavalry coming from behind. Now they were in a dilemma.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Seeing the infantrymen being completely surrounded, Andrew couldn't bear it. He endured the pain and picked up a mud-stained spear from the mud. Then he called more than 20 cavalrymen and rushed towards the Alemanni cavalry who were constantly gnawing at the infantry line.

"They are really smart, at least they understand that Andrew's weak spot is the citizens behind them."

Standing on the city wall, Ankus talked to himself while looking back at the citizens who were huddled and shivering on the city streets. He couldn't understand why Luca tried his best to protect these citizens.

"Your Excellency the Duke, it may take two days for all these people to retreat. But now only half a day has passed, and the barbarians have already discovered us. Their attack is so swift."

"Why are they so slow?" Ankus asked back, "Logically there aren't that many citizens, so they can't be so slow."

"Because everyone has so much to carry, a noble even has multiple carriages, and this is only part of their property."

"Damn it, he didn't even forget about those burdens when he was running away." Ankus glanced at Andrew who was fighting outside, shook his head and asked, "Then where is Caesar, and what does he mean?"

"Caesar is in the city. He hasn't appeared since Andrew left. He should still be in the palace now."

"This is not the time to rest. We must make follow-up plans. We can't just watch the soldiers who are covering us get defeated like this!"

Ancus was so angry that he trotted down the city wall and headed for the palace in the city. On the way, he was blocked by a group of cavalry. When he was about to ask them to make way, he was stunned by the man riding the horse in front. He stepped aside and watched the cavalry heading towards the north gate. After a moment of daze, he finally came to his senses and hurriedly followed them, regardless of being out of breath.

"Go to hell!"

Andrew roared, raised his dirty spear and knocked an Alemanni cavalryman off his horse. Looking back suddenly, he found another Alemanni cavalryman running towards him with a sword in his hand and a scream.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

Andrew hurriedly tried to pull out the spear, but the spear that pierced the Alemanni's body must have been stuck in the chain mail, and no matter how hard he tried, it didn't move at all.

“Damn it!”

Andrew cursed loudly and had to draw his iron sword in desperation. At this time, the cavalryman had appeared in front of him. The iron sword that was raised high fell, and Andrew swung the sword with all his strength to meet it.

"when!"

The loud noise made Andrew's ears buzz, blood oozed from the base of his right hand, and the sword in his hand flew away and disappeared.

This caused Andrew to lose balance and fall to the ground. He struggled to get up again, but the pain in his right hand and body, as well as the exhaustion caused by excessive exertion, made it difficult for him to stand up again.

Andrew gritted his teeth and struggled to crawl among the corpses and mud. He was filthy and his gorgeous armor had lost its original appearance.

The battle stopped at this time. It seemed that after he fell, his soldiers also lost their desire to fight in a surprising time, and then laid down their weapons and chose to surrender. Except for the cavalry, they relied on the four legs of their horses to quickly flee back to the city, leaving only the infantry who resisted hard but finally couldn't hold on.

Almost in an instant, all the Roman soldiers present surrendered. The Alemanni found Andrew still crawling in the mud, and immediately stepped forward to tightly tie up the exhausted guy's hands and feet, and then dragged him to the prisoners of war.

The current victory was almost worth showing off. The Alemanni captured the prisoners and escorted them outside the city. The cavalry hung Roman helmets on their spears and kept grinning. They were humiliating the Romans in the city, meaning that in the end, it would be Roman heads that would be stuck on their spears.

“Squeak!”

With a slow sound, the gate of Treville was seen opened, and a team of cavalry appeared inside. The leader of this cavalry looked unusual because he was wearing a gorgeous purple robe.

"Look, we seem to have new guests." The Alemanni commander looked very proud. Of course, he seemed to have no idea what it meant to wear a purple robe.

(End of this chapter)