Chapter 620: Battle of Sharon 2

"Roar!"

I only saw a roaring barbarian rushing out from a small bush not far away. He rushed up at an astonishing speed, holding a shield and an iron sword.

He came like a whirlwind in the dark sky, and the cavalryman closest to him was pierced in the stomach by his sword before he could even react.

"Ah!" The stabbed cavalryman screamed and fell off his horse with a "thump".

The sudden appearance of this barbarian aroused the vigilance of everyone present. They all raised their weapons and stood on guard. Many soldiers were panicked because of the darkness before their eyes, and the horses under their crotches were struggling.

"do not be afraid!"

Andrew comforted loudly. Because he was closest to the torch, Andrew, like a beacon in the darkness, quickly attracted the attention of the barbarian.

He was like a wolf hiding in the darkness to hunt, and even in the dim firelight one could clearly see his eyes that reflected a faint green light.

He suddenly drew out his iron sword, raised it high, and rushed towards Andrew. At this time, all he could hear was the wild roar of the barbarians from all directions.

Now the whole team began to fall into chaos. The soldiers were afraid because they could only hear the roar of the barbarians but could not see any trace of them. The fear brought by the unknown was much greater than seeing the barbarians rushing towards them with their own eyes.

“Be careful, be careful!”

Diego shouted loudly and rode his horse forward to protect Andrew, but the scene before him was too chaotic. Frightened war horses kept running back and forth, blocking Diego's way.

What Diego didn't expect was that Andrew stood up slowly even though he knew he was about to be attacked. He stared at the barbarian who was rushing towards him, reached into the pocket behind his back with his right hand, pulled out a javelin and held it tightly in his hand hidden behind his back.

"roar--"

The mad barbarian ran up and was less than ten meters away from Andrew.

"brush!"

Andrew's heart sank and he swung his right hand violently. The force caused his whole body to lean forward, and the dart that slipped out of his hand turned into a black lightning and flew straight out.

The barbarian was unaware of the danger until a strong wind blew. When he felt the danger and wanted to raise his shield, the sharp dart had already pierced his neck.

It was as if he was hit hard by a punch and then he flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, only the sound of rough horns was heard, and torches were lit in the grass and bushes in all directions, but in the darkness, a large number of people were seen surging.

"We've been ambushed! Andrew, get on the horse, let's retreat!" Diego exclaimed, urging Andrew to get on the horse again and again.

Andrew did not dare to delay. He hurriedly grabbed the reins of the warhorse beside him and climbed onto the horse's back, following closely behind Diego, but it was too late.

At this time, only tiny torches could be seen gathering into a vast ocean of flames, in which Andrew and his cavalry looked more like an isolated island.

"Damn it, we're surrounded!" Diego gritted his teeth and glared at Andrew fiercely when he wasn't paying attention, as if he was blaming Andrew for not staying here for long at this time.

"We only have 500 people." Andrew looked around and saw the barbarian army rushing in like a tide. He drew out his iron sword and held it tightly in his hand. Then he said to Diego, "We can't wait to die here. Let's fight our way out."

"This is the only way!"

Diego sighed lightly, raised the sword in his hand and said loudly to the soldiers beside him: "Follow me now, let's rush out!"

After saying that, Diego kicked the horse's belly hard and rushed towards the barbarians who were gathering on the road they were returning from.

The cavalry followed closely behind. They were all Alani cavalry who had followed Diego to fight. At this time, they charged with full momentum. They whistled and screamed, waving their lances and swords and followed Diego into the oncoming Alemanni army.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

The screams and the dull sound of the warhorse hitting flesh were particularly harsh in the darkness.

Diego waved his iron sword and roared loudly. He didn't know how many enemies he had knocked down on his horse. What he saw was that the number of enemies in front of him was increasing, and the speed of his horse's charge was obviously slowing down.

“Boom!”

The warhorse under his crotch was fiercely blocked by the shields of the following soldiers. The cavalrymen around him finally lost the strength to charge and stopped in front of the shield wall formed by the barbarians.

The cavalrymen raised their weapons and roared madly in the little light brought by the torches in the hands of the Alemanni. They attacked frequently just to kill as many Alemanni as possible who blocked their way.

"Don't let them go!"

The king of the Alemanni, Frederick the Barbarian, stood in the dense forest and gave orders to all the attacking Alemanni soldiers present with his deep voice.

His voice echoed in the woods. The soldiers who heard the order roared loudly and surrounded the Alans who were still resisting like mad beasts.

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Andrew rode his horse back and forth among the chaotic army, holding the iron sword tightly in his hand, knocking down or killing the lone Alemanni, but the Alemanni were getting closer and closer, and their numbers were increasing, leaving him with less and less room to move.

But Andrew didn't care about that. The incessant and continuous roaring made his blood boil. He didn't care about anything else and just wanted to devote himself to the killing as much as possible and then escape.

Just as Andrew seized the opportunity to swing his sword at an Alemanni who was holding a shield and had his back to him.

Suddenly, Andrew felt the horse under his crotch tremble violently. He lowered his head quickly and saw a spear pierced into the belly of his horse. Looking along the spear, he saw the murderer's ferocious face.

“Damn it!”

Just as the Alemanni drew out his bloody spear, Andrew's horse howled, raised its front hooves, and fell heavily to the ground.

Andrew was thrown to the ground, with one of his legs caught by the corpse of the warhorse, unable to move.

At this time, the guy who killed the warhorse was seen roaring, holding up his spear and rushing towards Andrew who was unable to break free for a while, but was knocked away by the galloping warhorse.

"Damn it, it's not over yet!"

Andrew cursed inwardly, held on to his trapped leg with one hand and struggled to free himself. It took him a lot of effort to pull his leg out from under the horse's belly.

He struggled to stand up. Now the Alemanni were pouring in from all directions, leaving Diego and his cavalry with no room to move.

The cavalry, having lost their mobility, were even worse than the infantry. The Alemanni soldiers armed with short spears became their biggest threat at this moment, because they could not move on horseback and could only become targets for the barbarians to assassinate and be knocked off their horses one by one.

"Dismount! Dismount!"

Diego shouted loudly, giving orders to the soldiers behind him.

Andrew held a battle axe in his left hand and a Spada iron sword in his right hand. This German man charged into the shield wall formed by the Alemanni like a bull. He used the axe as a hook to hook the shield and swung the sword to tear the necks of the Alemanni one by one.

(End of this chapter)