Chapter 630 Battle of Chalons

On Hill 12, the Alans cavalry used their powerful fighting ability to firmly hold the top, but the cunning Huns surrounded them in the middle of the hill, and used their expertise in cavalry archery to continuously attack the Alans who had run out of ammunition and food.

Such a blow was not enough to make the Alans surrender. They still resisted stubbornly and cooperated with the Roman archers on the high ground.

At this time, only the Hun general Golding was seen holding a head, riding his horse and shouting loudly, and the soldiers behind him raised their arms and cheered.

The Alans looked closely and saw that it was clearly the head of their leader Diego. Golding inserted Diego's head on his lance and put it on the helmet Diego used and held it high up so that more Alans could see it.

"Our king is dead! Our king is dead!"

In an instant, the Alans were in chaos. They were leaderless and suddenly lost their spiritual support. The heavy casualties made them give up the desire to fight and choose to flee for their lives.

It is hard to imagine the spectacular sight of thousands of cavalrymen fleeing as they descended the mountain, raising a cloud of dust that covered the entire highlands with a layer of smoke.

"My lord, the Alans have failed!" Tereus said beside Aetius.

Aetius looked at the defeated Alan army with a dazed look in front of him. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, "It seems like it's our turn."

"Turn around! Turn around!"

The Roman officers on the front line kept shouting at the Alan cavalry passing by him, but it was completely useless. These mentally broken guys had completely lost the desire to fight because of the death of their king.

The archers still insisted on staying at their posts. They frequently drew their bows and arrows, and shot dense arrows at the Huns who occupied the high ground, knocking them off their horses.

Of course, the Huns were also aware of the trouble posed by their archers.

All I saw was a large group of cavalry rushing down from the heights and heading straight towards the Roman archers below.

"Stop them, send the army to stop them!"

Aetius, who saw the problem at the first sight, immediately called upon his generals. He finally stopped looking at Luca in silence and stood up himself to do something for the war.

As a subordinate of Aetius, Tereus did not dare to hesitate. He immediately led his infantrymen to rush to the front of the archers with their shields held high. They formed a thick shield wall to directly confront the approaching Hun cavalry.

"Listen to my command and get ready!"

Tereus stood among the soldiers. He raised the iron sword in his hand and shouted loudly. The trumpeter beside him immediately raised the trumpet and blew a cheerful sound.

The soldiers understood the meaning of the language. They growled, and the first row placed their shields on the ground, while the soldiers behind placed their shields against the backs of the soldiers in front.

The oncoming Hun cavalry saw that the Romans were ready, but they were not frightened by the dense Roman shields. Instead, they quickened their speed and rushed towards the Roman army in front of them.

"Stop them! Stop them!"

Tereus kept shouting, and the soldiers were on high alert. Many of them were trembling constantly, because no one knew whether they could withstand the oncoming impact.

I can only wipe the sweat from my palms and hold the shield tightly in my hands. Yes, that's all I can do. Oh, I forgot to say hello to the Huns in my heart, those bastards who don't care about their lives.

"roar!"

The Hun cavalry kicked the horses hard in the belly, and the horses neighed and sped up again, crashing hard into the dense shields of the Romans.

“Knock, knock, knock…”

The powerful impact caused the Hun cavalry, who had made such a crazy move, to fly far away with their horses and fall heavily on the shields erected behind the Roman army.

"boom!"

The entire army let out a low roar, which was more like a cry of surprise. Such an impact made the soldiers take a step back, but in the end, these brave guys managed to withstand such an impact, forcing the subsequent Hun cavalry to stop outside their shield wall.

"Attack! Attack!"

Tereus rushed forward, wielding the iron sword. At this time, the trumpeter blew the horn, and the Roman soldiers in the entire army roared loudly, covering up the shouts of the Huns who were forced to stop.

Now it was time for the Romans to fight back. They raised their spears high, roared, and thrust them out repeatedly, piercing the Huns who were unable to resist on horseback, and then pulled them out with a pool of blood.

Now it was the Huns' turn to scream and wail. They wanted to retreat, but the chaos behind them made it difficult for them to even turn around.

The cavalry, having lost their mobility, were not even as good as the infantry. They seemed so helpless in the face of the spears that rained down on them. Waving their sabers only made them look even more pitiful.

One after another, the Huns fell off their horses and fell under the advancing Romans. They were already half dead, and then the Romans took advantage of the gaps under their shields and pierced their backs with their spada swords, killing them completely.

For the first time in history, the roar of the Romans actually frightened the arrogant Huns. They were in chaos, and some were even frightened to tears by the Roman soldiers who were getting closer and closer to them. They turned their horses around and ran away in panic.

"Sir." Littorius came behind Aetius and asked in a low voice, "The Huns' army has retreated, we..."

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"Chase them!" Aetius' words seemed particularly decisive. "Use our broad shields and spears to pull these barbarians off their horses. They are just dwarfs on horseback. Without their horses, they are nothing. Cooperate with Luca, although I don't know what he is planning to do!"

“Woo——”

The attack horn sounded from Aetius's army, and the troops under Aetius attacked on all fronts.

"Advance with the organization of the field regiment. The infantry will protect the archers. Attack! Attack!"

Tereus shouted in the crowd. Although he could only influence the soldiers around him, his generals rode their horses through the field regiments, shouting, encouraging the brave and spurring the cowardly.

Watching his army heading towards the high ground that Luca was trying to seize, Aetius turned his gaze to Luca who was still leading his army forward.

"What are you thinking? Is this too crazy?" Aetius whispered to himself. He was also worried about what Luca was doing at this moment.

"Quick, order our cavalry to retreat, quick!"

Watching Luga's army getting closer and closer, Attila also felt unprecedented pressure.

"Caesar, Aetius has taken action. His target is the Hun cavalry on the high ground. We can continue to move forward."

Marenius spoke to Luca, but Luca remained silent, and even the news did not change his expression in the slightest.

He led his huge army around the high ground and moved towards the center of the army.

"What on earth does he want to do?" Attila stared at the slowly moving Roman army, and he could see with his own eyes that the cavalry of his allies who were sent to attack the Romans in the middle were retreating from the battlefield.

But suddenly, he saw that Luga's army sped up, and a large number of cavalry rushed out of his formation, roaring and blocking the Huns' retreat route.

"Attack! Attack!"

The Franks and Lombards, who had finally managed to stand their ground in the chaos, formed a shield wall again and regained their spirits at the sound of Roman trumpets, rushing towards the Hun cavalry who could not escape.

(End of this chapter)