Chapter 628: Battle of Sharon 10

"What on earth is Flavius ​​Luca thinking?"

Seeing that the central army had been thrown into chaos by the Huns' assault cavalry, Luga still ordered the army to advance.

This made Aetius very confused. After all, stabilizing the military formation was the most important basic condition for being able to contend with the Hun coalition army in front of him.

Strangely, Theoderic, the leader of the Goths on the right side of the army, seemed to have the same idea as Luca and ignored the melee in the middle and continued to move forward.

This mixed group of barbarians were like the abandoned children of this war, struggling to hold on while the main forces on both sides ignored them.

“Wuwuwu…”

A short horn sounded from the Hun army on the opposite side.

Odoric, who was sitting on the ground, stood up and turned to look at the central army not far away, where the order came from. There was an indescribable meaning in his eyes, which could be said to be profound.

"Alright, guys, let's get up!"

Odoric slammed his shield hard, calling on the reluctant soldiers to stand up.

At this time, Frederick, the leader of the Alemanni not far away, also stood up. He patted the dirt off his body, and slapped his shield to greet the dusty soldiers behind him.

"Hey, Alto Goths!" Frederick waved at Odoric and said with a big laugh, "It's time to meet your old enemies. Look, they are really very powerful. Look at their numbers. The two of us combined don't have half of their numbers."

"Even so, I can still defeat them!" Odoric said unwillingly. Then, he slammed his shield hard, raised the iron sword in his hand high, and roared like a lion.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and gathered behind him, following Odoric's steps towards the Visigoths who were getting closer and closer.

There were not only the Alemanni and the Autogoths, but also the Scythians and many other tribes of varying sizes following these two tribes.

They were like a rolling torrent sweeping across the plain, and their thousands of roars shook the eardrums of all who witnessed them.

Even the priest who saw it with his own eyes, standing on a high place and looking at the "tide" rolling in, was so frightened that he could not stop, and he desperately made the sign of the cross on his chest and prayed.

After a long while, the priest trembled and whispered, "Oh my God, even if Julius Caesar and his invincible legions were here, they might not be able to withstand the impact of such an attack."

Not to mention how exaggerated such an action is, as a mortal, no one would not be frightened by such an endless crowd.

"Look, look! The Huns are attacking the Goths! The Huns are attacking the Goths!"

No one knew where the cry came from, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the various Hun servant tribes charging in front of them, surrounding the slowly advancing Visigoths on three sides.

"Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

The Visigoth noble officers greeted their soldiers on their horses.

With a loud "boom", the front-line troops of Visgoth stopped in an instant. Facing the dark mass of barbarian troops in front of them, they only saw the rapid and rhythmic sound of trumpets blowing from the Gothic army.

They run and splash

The soldiers in the first row half-knelt on the ground, holding their spears upward at a 45-degree angle. The soldiers in the second row held up their shields and placed their spears on them. The soldiers in the third row extended their spears from the gaps between the soldiers in the second row and stood them upright in the gaps of each shield.

With the two sides less than seventy meters apart, the Gothic archers in the middle drew their bows and aimed their arrows at the sky.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

Arrows rained down from the sky, landing in the crowd that was surging like a tide. No one knew how many casualties this caused, but what was certain was that the vacancies left by the dead and wounded were quickly filled by successors.

"Meet the enemy!"

"boom!"

The soldiers in the one-kilometer-long formation suddenly raised their spears and pointed them at the oncoming soldiers from various tribes. These barbarians who went crazy when they saw war raised their axes high, not afraid of the dense hedgehog-like formation in front of them.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

All that was seen was bodies hitting the sharp spears, with blood splashing like water from a waterfall onto the grim and ferocious faces of the defending Visgott soldiers.

The roaring barbarians were like a tide breaking through a dam, crashing into the shield wall formed by the Goths. The roar was accompanied by blood. It was madness, everyone was crazy.

Fighting arouses the most primitive desire for killing in human beings. This desire makes people fearless and courageous. Even the king-like divisions and the roaring tigers in the forest cannot reach one percent of their madness.

"Die! Die! Die!"

The Gothic soldiers held up their shields and roared loudly. They raised their spears, which had already been stained with blood, and stabbed continuously.

It was like mad beasts biting each other desperately, with flesh and blood mixed together, and roars and wails coexisting.

The crazy barbarians instantly rushed down the first row of Gothic soldiers. They endured the continuous stabbing of spears, chopped off the shields with sharp axes, and hacked the terrified soldiers who had lost their shields to the ground in a pool of blood.

"Look, the bastards who came into contact with the Romans began to become timid. They lost the courage of their ancestors and could only hide behind their shields like cowards and wait for our slaughter!"

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Odoric was now on a high platform piled with corpses. He held an axe in both hands, his body soaked in blood, like a terrifying god of death in mythology. He pointed at the Visigoths who were struggling to defend themselves and cursed loudly.

The Alto-Goths were encouraged by Odoric. They cheered loudly, as if to heal the numerous wounds on their bodies and the arms that were exhausted from the night's use.

They madly attacked the Visigoth army's defense line, just to make their axes and iron swords drink blood.

The axe-wielding berserkers are shirtless, with all kinds of weird tattoos on their bodies. They think this is the best armor.

They were seen wielding heavy battle axes, and every time they raised their axes, there would always be a skinny Gothic soldier whose head would be separated from his body or knocked away by the huge force.

The Visigoths' first line was in danger, and the subsequent troops continued to push forward. The two sides were like two huge meat grinders, stirring madly, and life was rapidly slipping away. No one cared, they only cared about where the enemy was and whether the enemy was dead.

"The Goths are besieged, Caesar, the Goths are besieged!" Marenius pointed into the distance and kept shouting to Luca, hoping to attract his attention.

“That’s enough!”

Luca, who was not tired of talking, finally exploded. He roared loudly, suddenly drew the iron sword at his waist and pointed it forward, "Order the soldiers, don't be confused by these things, move forward, move towards the Marne River!"

"Forward! Forward!"

The cavalrymen who delivered the message shouted at the top of their lungs, urging the army of hundreds of thousands to continue advancing.

The Huns were frantically using arrows to stop Luca's advance. Even Attila couldn't help but stare at the Roman army in surprise with his eyes wide open.

"Who is their commander? What exactly do they want to do?" A series of questions emerged in Attila's mind. He could not help but grit his teeth and stared at the Roman army that was getting closer and closer.

"Mad man! What on earth does he want to do?"

Tereus, Litorius and others in the back couldn't help but stare with wide eyes at Luca who continued to advance.

"Is he too anxious, or does he have other plans?" Aetius couldn't understand what Luca did.

"Doesn't he see that his soldiers and allies are suffering casualties?" Tereus cried out, "Does he want to eat up the entire Hun coalition army?"

"Yes! Yes, yes!" Tereus' words made Aetius suddenly realize, "He wants to fight Attila. He doesn't even think about his own way out. This is a way to die together. Why? Why?"

Aetius, who was always calm, found his heart pounding. "What should I do? What can I do?"

(End of this chapter)