Chapter 626 Battle of Chalons 8

The subsequent Hun cavalry encircled the two sides of the high ground, and quickly expanded like a bloody mouth, surrounding the Alani cavalry in the middle.

The Alan cavalry called out in twos and threes, they raised their lances and cavalry swords, and launched a counterattack against the Hun cavalry that was encircling them.

The Hun cavalry took out their compound bows and fired dense arrows at the Alan cavalry that were charging towards them.

The thin sheepskin on the Alan cavalry could not protect them from the thick iron arrows. The cavalrymen who were hit by arrows fell down in groups, and the guys who followed were still trying to fight back.

Below the high ground, archers lined up in several rows, drew their bows and shot arrows to support the Alans who were fighting on the high ground.

Wave after wave of arrows hit the Hun cavalry who had their backs to them and fell off their horses, but they were soon discovered by Attila, and then arrows rained down from the sky, catching the unprepared archers off guard.

Soon, the heavy casualties forced the archers to retreat and rest.

On the opposite side, a considerable part of Attila's army had already crossed the river.

"The Romans are on the left, the Goths are on the right, and those in the middle are Alans, Franks, and Lombards. Look at who they are." Attila couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the army in front of him that was like a tsunami. The noble officers behind him were waiting for his decision.

"Go, command our cavalry. They actually arranged their weakest troops in the middle. Then, we will tell the Romans how stupid their deployment is. After all, in this mortal world, there is no human being who can completely defeat us!"

“Boom…”

All we saw were the Hun cavalrymen coming ashore with their lances raised, moving in groups like warships breaking through the waves.

The Alan and Frank soldiers who were still advancing saw the mighty Hun army roaring towards them with overwhelming momentum.

They called together to form a shield wall, using simple wooden shields, watching the Hun cavalry approaching. Each of them had a face full of fear, and even their trembling lips said the most "Virgin Mary".

The Franks imitated the Romans and clumsily formed a line of defense at the front, with the Alans and Lombards behind them holding two-handed battle axes and short spears.

Faced with the dense array of the barbarian coalition forces, the fearless Hun cavalry, relying on the heavy and indestructible armor on the front of their horses, recklessly charged into the barbarians' fragile shields.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

Groups of Hun cavalry crashed into the shields, with the roars of people and the neighing of horses.

The Franks' raised spears were deflected by the heavy armor on the chests of the Hun horses, and the shields in their hands were so fragile that they were shattered into pieces by the impact of the horses.

The defense line that was painstakingly built was torn apart by the Hun cavalry at the moment of the collision.

The two sides collided, and the Hun cavalry, which could not be immobilized, were more like a suicide squad that went forth without returning.

"When the sword flashes, do not let any thoughts of love or piety move you. Not even the thought of your father's face can falter you." - Julius Caesar.

As Caesar said at the time, when the real battle begins, one will not always be protected like the protagonist of a romantic novel and survive to tell future generations about the thrilling battlefield.

If they did not fight with all their might, they would surely die. Indeed, the Hun cavalry at the forefront of the assault cavalry were well aware of their situation.

They were disposable, so at the moment of the collision they were knocked off their horses and fell to the ground, or crashed directly into the spears set up behind them.

But in the end, their sacrifice dealt a heavy blow to the barbarian army before them.

The Hun cavalry was tearing through the Franks' defenses at such a fast speed that the Alans and Lombards wielding axes and swords behind them didn't even have time to chop down before they were knocked to the ground by the galloping horses or had their heads or chests torn apart by giant "arrows", leaving them lying on their backs.

The coalition forces, which did not belong to the same ethnic group, were in chaos at this time.

Without unified command, they were like tiny islands in the sea of ​​people, looking around blindly and at a loss, or forming small combat groups in twos and threes, trying to save their lives in the center of an extremely dangerous battlefield and trying to resist the Hun cavalry who were waving sabers at them at any time.

The Huns' group charge soon made the central formation of the Roman coalition army extremely chaotic. The Franks and Alans lost their original formation and fell one after another under the swords of the Hun cavalry who were moving back and forth.

"They really attacked the weakest center of the army!" Marenius stood behind Luca. He looked at the current battlefield and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, and then said: "It's terrible. So many people couldn't stop the Huns' charge."

"A mob!" Luga looked at the chaotic army in front of him, his eyes slightly opened, and said fiercely.

"Caesar, do you want to help them now?" Marenius was worried that such a blow would shake the morale of the chaotic barbarian army and cause them to collapse under pressure. Unexpectedly, his question caused Luca to shake his head firmly.

Luga continued, "They are just cannon fodder. It is totally unnecessary to send our soldiers to support the cannon fodder. Let their own leader see what they are doing! Maybe they can save themselves, maybe not!"

It seemed that Luca chose to stand aside and watch, and he did so.

"Order the soldiers not to stop and keep moving forward!"

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Then, Luga turned around and looked forward, giving the soldiers a death order. The chariots slowly followed the huge army formation and continued to move forward, completely ignoring the chaos that was nearby.

"What is he doing?"

Seeing that the whole situation was turned upside down by the Huns, but the Romans continued to advance as if they saw nothing, Theoderic watched from afar, with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing how to explain what Luca was thinking at this moment.

"Father…"

Torismon also felt incredible. He turned his head and asked Theoderic in a low voice, but Theoderic waved his hand to signal him to stop.

"Since the Romans have chosen to advance, then we shall also choose to advance." Theoderic took a deep breath. Although he had no idea what Luca was thinking, he understood deeply that if they ignored this group of barbarians, they would be torn to pieces by the powerful Huns' cavalry, which would be equivalent to tearing the entire joint army in half.

It seems that Luca must have other plans, which is why he continues to move forward so confidently and boldly.

After all, he is a victorious general, so the decision he made must have his reasons at the time. Theoderic pondered secretly in his heart, and finally decided to follow Luca and continue forward.

Seeing that his attack had not affected the marching speed of the two armies on the left and right sides of the Roman side at all, Attila looked at the Roman chariot that was protected by layers of protection and the man on the chariot with interest.

"What is he thinking about?" Attila looked at the battlefield and suddenly realized that although the Romans were advancing, their route was deviating and their target was the mountain where the fierce battle was taking place.

"I see!"

Attila suddenly realized what was going on and laughed. He finally realized that Luga was also paying attention to that high ground and wanted to take it with the absolute advantage brought by the sea-like army.

"Yes, yes! A wise decision!" Attila could not help but nod his head repeatedly, and then said to the noble officers behind him: "Give the order, order the Alemanni to work with the Altogoths and other tribes to capture the Visigoths for me!"

(End of this chapter)