Chapter 621 Battle of Chalons 3

The dismounted Alans formed a circle and used all the weapons in their hands and on the battlefield to continuously resist the Alemanni who tried to surround them, making their every attempt end in a bloody defeat.

"Damn bastard, why don't you just refuse to die!"

Seeing the Alans dismounting to resist, they fought back frantically and repelled all the Alemanni who tried to surround them again and again. Frederick was even more furious at this time. He roared loudly with a battle axe in his hand and joined the battle to encircle and suppress the Alans with his accompanying soldiers.

The king of the Alemanni joined the battle, like a human chariot, crushing the chaotic crowd.

The non-stop bloody battle made Andrew and his group exhausted. They were breathing heavily, and the weapons in their hands seemed to weigh thousands of pounds.

There was nothing but despair on each of their faces, and no one knew how long they could hold on.

"Die! Die!"

Even though Andrew was panting, his entire body was soaked in blood, like a killer god that had risen from a sea of ​​blood.

Even though he was roaring like a wild beast, he had to admit that he was really exhausted. He was now standing under the protection of other Alan soldiers, and the soldiers before him were falling one after another due to exhaustion.

"Damn it, it looks like we can't get out!"

As time went by, the roars of the Alans became quieter and quieter, because their numerical disadvantage made it increasingly difficult for them to continue, and the falling Alans made their circle of resistance smaller and smaller. Diego shouted loudly at the side, and it was not difficult to see his despair at this moment.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Andrew shouted with all his remaining strength trying to calm Diego down, but it was of no avail. After all, even Andrew himself didn't know what his fate would be.

"Romans, Romans!"

Frederick was armed with a battle axe and an iron sword. As a powerful warrior of the Alemanni, he could cut down an Alan or Roman cavalryman with just a few blows of his axe.

"Roman, where are you, Roman, damn it!" Frederick kept yelling, and what he said was self-evident. He saw that familiar face, so he couldn't wait to come and meet this long-lost opponent.

He walked straight towards Andrew, and cut down any Roman or Alan who tried to resist him in his path.

"King of the Alemanni, King of the Alemanni!"

Seeing Frederick coming like an indestructible spear, stepping on blood and corpses all the way, his red eyes stared like the god of war in their Valhalla. Every time he chopped down a Roman or Alan who tried to fight back, he would draw cheers from his soldiers.

"Come on, Romans, don't retreat behind the soldiers. They are just small fry. They can't even withstand an axe from my hands. But you are different, Romans!"

Frederick roared and looked at the soldiers around him who were laughing wildly. They continued to advance, and no one was able or had the courage to fight him along the way.

"Damn bastard!" Diego gasped, but he gritted his teeth and walked forward with his sword held high. However, he was stopped by Andrew halfway. He turned around and looked at Andrew in confusion.

"He's looking for me!" Andrew's tone sounded more like a sigh. He walked up slowly with a sword in hand. Soldiers from both sides stopped fighting consciously. They were all barbarians, so they were very familiar with this matter.

Diego's men made way for Andrew, and in full view of everyone, Andrew walked out slowly and stood in front of Frederick.

"Good, very good!" Frederick sneered, weighing the axe and iron sword in his hands, his eyes fixed on Andrew.

Yes, that's right, it's him! This Roman who attacked my base camp, no, this Roman in Germanic skin, damn beast! Frederick thought secretly in his heart.

The soldiers from both sides made room for Andrew and Frederick, as they were the only two there.

"You know, I've been waiting for this day for a long time!" Frederick looked at Andrew with a grim smile, and wiped the iron sword and axe in his hands very carefully with his cloak. Then he said, "You are such a disgusting guy, just like your Augustus, the arrogant Roman. I really want to chop off your head right now and see what he will think."

"Since you want to know so much..." Andrew pointed the iron sword at Frederick in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Then please don't say too many meaningless words. I don't believe that you got your current position by talking."

"You have succeeded in making me angry, Roman!" Frederick said, his face darkening, and the iron sword and battle axe in his hands collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"roar!"

Frederick uttered a deafening roar, and in an instant he pounced forward.

Andrew did not dare to delay, he quickly raised his shield.

“Boom!”

Frederick's sturdy body hit Andrew's shield, causing Andrew's feet to slip and leave a deep mark.

"roar!"

Frederick roared again, and he began to spin around Andrew's shield, swinging the iron sword and axe in his hands continuously. He first chopped at Andrew's shield, but then came behind Andrew at lightning speed, swinging the axe and iron sword and chopped hard at the hard chain mail on Andrew's back.

“Ka-ka-ka!”

Two or three blows produced dazzling sparks on Andrew's back. At this time, only a scream was heard from Andrew, and then he was seen falling to his knees on the ground.

Through the firelight, everyone could clearly see the two horrific wounds on Andrew's back.

Andrew was so exhausted that he couldn't react quickly. He was now breathing heavily and had to rely on the support of his sword to slowly stand up.

"What's wrong? Roman, is this all you can do?" Frederick spread his hands and looked at Andrew, who was kneeling on the ground and struggling to stand up, with a mocking look on his face. "Are you so exhausted that you can't resist? You know, if you can't resist, even a lion is nothing but a sheep."

Faced with Frederick's ridicule, Andrew said nothing, or perhaps he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

The Alemanni present raised their weapons and cheered loudly for the victory of their king. No one expected that the victory would be so easy.

"You chased me like a fleeing sheep, Roman." Frederick really said like a beast, licking Andrew's blood on the axe in his hand, and then said: "But you didn't expect that you would become a sheep."

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Saying this didn't help him vent his anger. Frederick was so angry that he gritted his teeth and kicked Andrew hard in the abdomen, causing Andrew to step back and hit the shield of the soldier behind him.

In mockery, the Alemanni soldiers jeered and pushed the exhausted Andrew around with their shields.

Finally, Andrew couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees again.

"Look at you, you are in such a mess, just like when I captured you." Frederick looked at Andrew who was kneeling on the ground and shook his head, saying sarcastically: "Poor guy, you might as well die like this."

"That's not necessarily true!" Andrew gritted his teeth and said, "It's not over yet!"

As he spoke, Andrew gasped for breath, felt his strength recover a little, and then slashed at Frederick fiercely.

"when!"

The sword fell so slowly that Frederick could easily block it.

"With this kind of force, even a child who has just learned to hold a weapon can do it easily!" Frederick sneered.

"It's not over yet!" Andrew roared at this time, then swung the shield in his hand and lifted it up suddenly. This was something Frederick never expected.

"Bang!"

Frederick raised his head suddenly. At this time, Andrew pulled out the iron sword fiercely, but he didn't expect that it was stuck by Frederick's axe and couldn't be pulled out.

"You succeeded in irritating me." Frederick lowered his head suddenly, grinning, blood trickling out of his open mouth, and a few of his pale teeth were missing. "I'm finally tired of you, damn you!"

Frederick twisted his right hand, then jumped up and kicked Andrew, causing Andrew to fly more than two meters into the air and fall heavily to the ground.

"Damn it, enough!" Seeing that Andrew had no strength to resist, Diego stepped forward and pointed his sword at Frederick who was about to chop Andrew.

"Who are you?" Frederick looked at Diego unhappily.

But at this moment, a long horn sounded, and in an instant, the Alemanni heard the deafening cry of killing behind them. When they turned around, they saw a large number of torches surging in the darkness.

Accompanied by the sound of a large number of horse hooves, a cavalry force like a tide came roaring in, and they quickly surrounded the Alemanni army and besieged the Alans.

In the darkness, arrows fell like raindrops, hitting the unprotected backs of the Alemanni. Groups of Alemanni were shot and fell. In the darkness, they had no idea where the arrows would fall from.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

Frederick quickly raised his head and looked at the cavalrymen surrounding him on all sides, then he realized that they were surrounded.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

Frederick had to order his men to retreat again.

(End of this chapter)