Chapter 615 Sunset

The barbarians' attack was so fierce that it was not difficult to see what they wanted.

A barbarian blocked his way, and Vorrick gritted his teeth and held up his tattered shield to meet the enemy.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

The barbarian roared and swung the axe in his hand continuously. Vokrick did not dare to be negligent and quickly raised his shield.

“Crack!”

The axe fell on the shield in Vokrik's hand, and Vokrik felt his left arm sinking down under the weight. Vokrik snorted coldly, and pushed the shield hard with all his strength to try to push away the barbarian's right hand.

"brush!"

The barbarian's right hand was thrown aside by Vokrik, who seized the opportunity and raised his Spada iron sword to stab the barbarian fiercely.

"when!"

The iron sword hit the barbarian's raised shield and bounced off, leaving only a smile on the barbarian's face.

This barbarian is no longer as arrogant as Double Axe. Compared to his crazy friends, he values ​​his life more and pays more attention to his own protection.

He immediately flashed in front of Wokrick, and then hit Wokrick's head hard with the axe handle in his back hand.

"when!"

Although he was protected by a helmet, such a heavy blow still made Vokrick's head go dizzy and he fell to the ground among the corpses.

"Die, Romans, die!"

The barbarian who knocked down Vokrik roared loudly and kicked Vokrik twice in the abdomen until the severe pain made Vokrik unable to recover for a while.

Then, the barbarian raised the battle axe in his hand high, and his eyes and the blood on his face made him look as ferocious as a devil.

Wokrick closed his eyes. The exhaustion and pain had made him realize the fate of a soldier. He didn't know whether he was proud of it.

“Swish, swish, swish…”

There were gusts of inaudible whistling like strong winds before a storm. Wokrick lay on his side among the corpses on the ground, feeling only the whistling wind and whizzing past his ears. He closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to open them for a long time until the wind stopped. He heard a "thump" and then felt a heavy pressure on his legs.

He then opened his eyes and saw that the corpse beside him was full of arrows. Looking at his legs, he saw that the barbarian who had just wanted to kill him was now lying at his legs, dying, and his back was full of arrows.

"What, what's going on?"

Vokrick asked himself, and sat up with his still heavy head, only to see the catapults set up on the roofs of the houses in the city of Orleans working together in front of him.

In an instant, dozens of flaming stones fell from the sky and landed directly on the top of the siege tower erected outside the city wall behind Vokrick.

"boom!"

The huge rock fell and pierced through the siege tower, instantly knocking away the barbarian soldiers who were still running and preparing to climb the city wall. The wooden structure finally couldn't withstand the impact of gravity and slowly collapsed with a wail.

Mixed in with the wails of the barbarians above, the sound was as harsh as if it came from hell.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The surviving soldiers on the city wall supported each other and ran towards the bottom of the wall. They passed by Vokrick in twos and threes, saying discouraging words.

"Damn it, get back and hold your ground!"

Vokrik gasped for breath. He tried to get up, but his arms felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. Compared with the physical fatigue, the psychological pressure caused by Attila's powerful fighting power was the heaviest.

He was half-sitting on a pile of corpses on the ground, his pants already stained red with blood. There were more and more barbarians on the city wall, and fewer and fewer Romans.

Vokrick swallowed his saliva. His lips were chapped from the long battle without any relief, and his face was pale.

"Look, there's someone here!"

At this time, he was discovered by a soldier who was passing by. The kind-hearted soldier helped him up and supported him towards the bottom of the city wall.

“Why, why!”

As he walked, Wokrick questioned the soldiers beside him. He looked very unwilling, but because of exhaustion he couldn't even break free from the soldiers' arms and stand up on his own.

"Don't be silly, my friend."

As if he understood what Vokrick meant, a soldier explained to him: "The western part of the city wall is full of barbarians. They are heading here. We must leave. There is only death here!"

"Damn it, Roman soldiers, don't they exist to protect Roman land..." Vokrick said as he reached the stairs leading down to the city wall.

"boom…"

At this critical moment, a loud bang was heard, and a large amount of wooden fragments flew out and fell on the shield.

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At this time, only the rough horns of the barbarians were heard, followed by deafening shouts of killing, like a ball of erupting volcanic magma, and a large number of barbarian soldiers rushed into the city gate.

"Stop them! Stop them!"

The officer shouted orders, and the soldiers gritted their teeth and steadied their steps. The soldiers at the back even put their hands on the shoulders of the soldiers in front.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

The roaring barbarians crashed into the shields of the Roman soldiers, and the soldiers forming the shield wall acted like a dam, blocking the torrent of the barbarian army's attack.

The armies of both sides, relying only on a thin shield, fought each other madly with spears and axes. For a time, blood splattered everywhere and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

The archers on the roof were almost crazy. They roared after shooting an arrow, as if these small arrows were not enough to vent the anger in their hearts.

"Hurry, we don't have time!"

The soldier who was supporting Wokrick exclaimed, and helped Wokrick quicken his pace and run down the city wall. As soon as he reached the ground, he heard deafening shouts of killing behind him.

Looking back, they saw the barbarians on the western section of the city wall rushing down the wall and heading towards Vokrick and his men.

A group of soldiers rushed out from the road, charged into the side of the barbarians, and blocked their attack. They were dressed simply, with only a leather hat, and many of the weapons and shields in their hands were farm tools or even sharpened sticks. This was obviously a spontaneous unit formed by the citizens.

"Go! Go!"

The soldier helped Wokrick speed up and ran towards the city.

Along the way, the streets were lined with wounded soldiers, and temporarily recruited soldiers were lined up in a scattered manner and retreating inwards.

On the river that runs through the city, soldiers are building a simple defense line with stones and wooden boards on the bridge. It is an indisputable fact that the northern city is about to fall, so they decided to resist in the city, using drinking and bridges as a second city wall.

"Perhaps we should be aware that the barbarian army is so large and has amazing offensive capabilities."

Looking at the northern city which was already filled with smoke, Bishop Anenus in the southern city kept murmuring with trembling lips.

It was already dusk, and the red light of the setting sun shone on Anenus' face, but even so, it could not cover up the paleness on his face. Anenus didn't know how long he could resist. After all, the difference in strength was astonishing, as if he was fighting a god. His lips trembled, and he cursed in his heart over and over again, "Damn it, Aetius, where did you die?"

Sorry, there have been frequent power outages these days and my phone can’t hold up.

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