Chapter 61 Counterattack (Part 2)
Levi just shrugged his shoulders, as if he had nothing to say, and he had nothing to say to us, the defeated soldiers.
"Well, respected Captain of the Guard of Marshal Aetius, are you sure you have nothing to say?"
At this time, I had made sufficient preparations. He did not exceed my expectations. He did not care about the suffering of the Romans and was even indifferent. This was his attitude of self-preservation. I just blamed him for placing too much hope on him.
Although that damned Chief Centurion Guy had only been our superior for less than two days, he had attracted enough enemies for us that we could not abandon him. I looked at Andrew, and he gave me a firm look in return.
"My friend, aren't you worried about your little fortune?" I asked him deliberately, "If we die here, then we will really have nothing. Except for those girls, I'm afraid everyone will forget us!"
"Ha, Luca, if we succeed, the reward will be more than just a little fortune!" Andrew answered very optimistically. Although I'm still not sure he is really ready to sacrifice himself, his words are enough! "Is there anyone else willing to go with me?"
I cast my eyes to the other soldiers behind Andrew. Forget about Fermiou. I saw that his pants were dripping with water again, and he looked even more haggard. I really couldn't bear to call out his name. I naturally covered my lower body with my shield, not wanting to be grabbed by my pigtails when I showed my face.
The soldiers stood there motionless, as if they were imprisoned, with undisguised fatigue in their dull eyes. The hilts of the swords in their hands were slippery and could not be gripped, and they hung limply at their sides. Having just escaped death, they were really not in a position to fight again.
"Dog! War Mastiff!"
The soldier behind us cried out in surprise, and everyone turned around quickly. Yes, it was war mastiffs, a large group of them. They stared at us with their bloody mouths wide open and their red eyes fixed on us.
"Form a formation! Form a formation!!!"
The surviving soldiers gathered together, the lightly wounded in front, the seriously wounded in the back, they held their iron swords tightly in their hands. They were called formations, but they gathered together more like a group for warmth. This was a new war mastiff, and the sunlight made their black fur shine even more. This made them look even more ferocious!
"That's it. I just escaped from the axe and now I'm in the mouth of the war mastiff."
I smiled bitterly, knowing the gap between us. I soon fell into despair. If people fought against each other, there might be a glimmer of hope for survival, but what about extremely exhausted people facing hungry beasts? The chain mail on my body would not play any other role. Its only role was to remind the beasts to shake it before eating!
I don't know why, but every time I was ready to die, I always felt that I was ready, but when I faced death, my body trembled involuntarily. I knew I was scared, I was afraid of death, even though I had died once. I don't know when the scene in front of me gradually blurred, and I actually cried uncontrollably, probably because I was afraid of being torn into pieces by these war mastiffs.
"Oh God, I am your faithful believer, please save us, save us!"
Fermiou was trembling, mumbling something, and making the sign of the cross on his chest. I have seen this feeling many times, and I always thought it was ridiculous, because the probability of God appearing is not as high as the probability of becoming an emperor. But seeing Fermiou praying in a trembling state, my heart also trembled, and I really knelt down in my heart, "God, please, save me!"
The war mastiffs were tied up with ropes, and more than twenty Burgundians looked at us with a sneer on their faces. The war mastiffs in their hands were roaring and leaping forward, trying to break free from the hands of the Burgundians.
"Don't let go, I beg you, don't let go!"
Fermiot even knelt down before the Burgundians, tears streaming down his face and begging with his arms outstretched. The remaining soldiers were just as terrified as Fermiot was.
“Andrew?”
I was behind Andrew and saw him wiping something on his face.
"Um?"
Andrew turned around and looked at me with a smile, and I could clearly see his red and swollen eyes.
"You're crying?"
"No, I didn't! It's okay, Luka."
He was still stubborn and turned his head back hastily, trying to avoid me from seeing his tears that were about to burst out. I could understand this, Andrew usually showed himself as a tough guy and didn't want me and others to see his weak side.
"Captain of the Guard," I once again cast my gaze towards Levi. He stood there surrounded by four horseless barbarian cavalrymen, with a cold face, as if he was not frightened by the sharp teeth of the war mastiffs at all. He held his long sword on the ground, giving people a calm look, as if his heart was like a windless lake, calm and terrifying! "Are you scared?"
Levi asked me, with a questioning tone in his voice, as if he was mocking my cowardice.
I didn't know how to refute, so I could only nod.
"Ha, Orius Luca!" He laughed. "When you first raised your sword to the Huns, I thought you had no fear. Why, now you're asking me what to do?"
"Yes, Captain."
I lowered my head, like a coward who had lost his courage after a defeat, trying to lower my posture and beg for guidance from the calm Captain Aetius. "Captain, are you also ready to sacrifice your life for your country?"
"Why not, Luka?"
Levi looked at me with a smile and said, "Horace once said: It is glorious and sweet to die for one's country. You are such a righteous guy, would you be afraid of dying for your country?"
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"No, I just can't accept this! I don't want to die like this, and in a dog's mouth!"
"Very good logic!" Levi clapped his hands and then said to me: "Me too, I don't want to die here, but is there anything we can do?"
I said, “No, there’s nothing I can do!”
"Then there's nothing to do!" Levi said, and he stabbed the sword in his hand into the soil. He sat down on the spot, looked at me, pointed at the sky and said to me: "Pray, God is watching us!"
"Pray?" I don't know where his confidence comes from, but I still follow his example, sheathing my sword, sitting cross-legged on the spot, closing my eyes, and praying. I'll just pray! "Oh God!"
Just as I finished saying that word, I heard the sound of horns rushing into my ears from all directions. I quickly opened my eyes, fearing that I had heard it wrong, and then looked at everyone's reactions.
"Horn? The horn of attack!"
"Haha, Romans! Aetius is here to save us!"
The soldiers who were about to collapse raised their arms and shouted, they raised their shields and Spada swords above their heads, shouting and cheering. The horn did not just sound for a moment and then disappear, but kept blowing. In an instant, the stones on the ground were shaking constantly, and it felt like a huge force was pushing towards us from all directions!
"Aurius Luca, I told you, God is watching!" A long-lost smile finally appeared on Levi's cold face. I hurriedly stood up and saw the group of war mastiffs. These beasts were terrified. They closed their dog mouths and whimpered with their heads down. They broke free from the ropes before in order to attack, but now they were trying to escape.
"boom!"
A dark figure rushed out of the bushes. It was a Burgundian man, holding a wooden bow in his right hand. He must be the Burgundian archer who was shooting arrows in the jungle! He flew into the air, and a bloody spear tip suddenly appeared on his chest. It was a cavalryman wearing chain mail and holding a lance. He threw away the lance that pierced the Burgundian archer, then drew out his long sword and rushed into the pack of war mastiffs like a god of war who was not afraid of death.
"Hualala"
Groups of cavalrymen rushed out from the bushes, like a tsunami wave, they swallowed up the herd of war mastiffs in the blink of an eye, bypassed us, raised their lances, and faced the chaotic Burgundians.
(End of this chapter)