Chapter 625 Battle of Sharon 7
"We have no way to retreat. We have no choice but to fight! Fight!"
The warlords rode on horses, holding whips and moving back and forth among the advancing infantry, shouting at the top of their lungs.
The horn player blew the clear and crisp trumpet calls for integrated steps one after another, and the soldiers followed the calls step by step.
“Tap, tap, tap…”
The heavy footsteps of tens of thousands of people, one after another, were like the roar of barbarians before a battle, and like drumbeats beating on everyone's heart one by one. Even a soldier felt his blood boiling.
This time, the Vatican also put in a lot of effort. Many elderly priests were seen standing among the army, shouting over and over again in their already hoarse voices and fluent Latin.
"If God is calling your name, please stand up and fight for Him!"
"God is calling you, Rome is calling you, do you hear me? God is calling your name over and over again, Rome! Rome!"
The priests called out again and again, and used laurel branches to dip the holy water in the golden basin and poured it over the heads of the soldiers passing by them.
Drops of water sprinkled on the face of every soldier who passed by. They pursed their lips, gritted their teeth and moved forward step by step.
"Rome, Rome..."
Each of them was murmuring, as if this name could give them infinite power.
"Caesar, are we really going to face them head-on?"
"Yes, go meet them!" Luca said with great determination.
Attila looked around the battlefield and saw a high ground on his right. He immediately said to his subordinate Golding: "You follow Iruachman and take that high ground. We will make it the center of our battlefield. This way, we will have an absolute advantage and can ride on the necks of the Romans and hit them hard!"
"We must occupy the high ground on our left!"
At the same time, on the Roman side, Luca stood on the chariot, holding the Spear of Longinus, pointing directly at the high ground in front of him and speaking loudly to the tribal leaders behind him.
"Caesar! Caesar!"
At this time, the messenger cavalry came riding up and shouted to Luca not far away: "The Huns are taking action, they want to occupy the high ground!"
This was not good. Luca quickly called out to Diego, the leader of the Alans, and said, "Quick! Diego! Lead the cavalry to stop them!"
Diego took the order and led more than 2,000 cavalrymen, a mixture of Alans and Romans, towards the high ground.
On the front of the battlefield, the Hun and Scythian cavalry came to a distance of less than 100 meters from the Roman coalition forces, facing the soldiers slowly moving forward.
“Ka-ka-ka…”
Arrows like a rainstorm instantly flew into the sky and kept falling among the slowly advancing army.
"Defense! Defense!"
Only then did the centurion slowly shout and order the soldiers to protect themselves, but even with such dense arrows, many soldiers still hit their necks and chests, causing them to fall to the ground screaming.
Even though the soldiers held up their shields for defense, the endless stream of arrows still caused them to fall one after another.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"
The warlords wielded whips mercilessly on the shoulders and backs of the soldiers behind each field regiment. The pain forced them to temporarily suppress their inner fear and keep moving forward under the dense rain of arrows falling on their heads.
Golding led Iruachman and a large number of cavalrymen mixed with Huns and Scythians and galloped towards the highlands pointed out by Attila.
In front of us, a large number of Roman coalition forces like a tide were slowly advancing towards the river not far away. Attila's army was also slowly gathering towards the other side of the river. A large number of barbarian troops on the river bank were roaring loudly.
They shouted and slapped their shields at the approaching Roman coalition forces, and the archers in front of them cheered loudly every time they fired a hail of arrows.
The cavalry of the Hun and Scythian coalition had just climbed onto the high ground when they saw a large number of cavalrymen coming from the opposite side. They were wearing thick fur leather armor, holding up their lances that were deliberately dyed black, and charging towards them with roars.
"roar!!!"
When Golding saw the oncoming Alan cavalry, the look of an arrogant conqueror returned to his face. He roared, turned around and called on the cavalry behind him to join him, kicked the horses' bellies hard, and the war horses neighed and increased their speed.
"Charge! Charge!"
Seeing the Hun cavalry rushing towards him, Diego was not willing to be outdone. He roared loudly, even at the cost of tearing his throat until it became hoarse. His eyes were full of anger, as if he wanted to avenge the hatred of driving them out of their homes.
Diego's cavalry followed their leader with a roar.
“Ka-ka-ka…”
The cavalry of both sides collided fiercely, with the sound of lances breaking and cavalry being pierced or knocked off their horses.
It was like two huge iron swords rushed out from the two sides' army formations, fiercely colliding with each other, and after a very violent collision, the "sharp" sword heads shattered into hundreds of fragments and scattered all over the ground.
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Hundreds of cavalrymen were fighting fiercely on this high ground, with horses and mounted soldiers constantly falling to the ground due to injuries.
The wounded horses fell to the ground, unwilling to die in vain, and they lay on their sides, shaking their four hooves and struggling.
They abandoned their horses one after another, roaring and fighting with broken lances or iron swords slung at their waists.
This chaotic battlefield belonged to the cavalry without horses. The other follow-up troops could only bypass it to expand the battlefield. The follow-up cavalry were constantly stopped by the increasing chaos and obstacles in front of them. They turned their horses back and forth to look at the cavalry fighting among the corpses of the war horses in front of them.
"Go through! Go through!"
Diego roared at his soldiers, and was the first to leap up on his horse and charge into the chaos. His soldiers followed closely behind him, raising their lances and shouting as they charged into the chaos like a sword that could pierce through everything.
The Hun soldiers who were still fighting heard the whistling sound getting closer and closer. They turned around and saw a warhorse wearing black leather armor rushing towards them.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
The Huns who tried to stand up were constantly knocked to the ground. Just as the rumors had spread, this people who grew up on horseback were so vulnerable when they got off their horses.
The strong and angry Alans swung their iron swords and scimitars continuously, and one Hun after another fell to the ground covered in blood, which was full of corpses.
God bless them, under Diego's leadership they managed to break through the chaos halfway through among the corpses.
The Huns discovered Diego's actions and understood his intentions at this time. They put on their lances and drew their compound bows from their backs and aimed at the Alan cavalry who were rushing towards them at a not very fast speed.
“Ka-ka-ka…”
A hail of arrows fell from three directions, making the Alan army in the center unable to defend themselves. People were shot and fell off their horses one after another. The Alan king Diego's horse fell to the ground with a wailing sound, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Diego rolled several times on the blood-covered ground. The broken iron swords and wooden sticks on the ground had left his arms and legs, which were not protected by armor, covered with bleeding wounds.
These superficial injuries did not make him give up the fight. He lay on the ground and saw cavalrymen falling off their horses. More cavalrymen were shuttling back and forth like small boats with sails raised, waving their iron swords to chop down the Huns who were trying to stand up one after another.
Facing the Huns' arrows, the Alans refused to show weakness. They drew out their javelins and threw them at the Huns who were fighting continuously. The sharp spear tips and their own weight could easily penetrate the hard leather armor worn by the Hun cavalry and knock them off their horses.
"Order our archers to take action!" Golding turned around and shouted to the officer who delivered the order.
(End of this chapter)