Chapter 632 Battle of Chalons 14

The most unpredictable thing in a war is who will die in confusion as time goes by. The guys going to the battlefield always think that it will not be them, but it is like drawing lots. When the time comes, you will definitely die, no matter who you are or what your status is.

Diego was such an unlucky guy. He wanted to end the battle quickly, and when his team was about to fall into a disadvantage, he made a decisive decision to try to use the most direct close combat method to fight against the Huns' arrows. However, his decisiveness made him the target of public criticism and he eventually lost his life.

Aetius seemed determined to help Luca to ameliorate the consequences of this failed operation.

A large number of troops advanced slowly towards the heights in neat rows. They successfully blocked an attack by the Huns. Their morale was high at this time, and they had just joined the battle, so they had enough strength to deal with the second and third attacks of the Hun cavalry.

Of course, the Hun cavalry occupying the high ground did not have such strength. They were exhausted, and the battle with the Alans had drained their strength and courage to fight.

Golding looked at the Roman army getting closer and closer below, and then looked at the soldiers beside him. They were breathing heavily and were covered in blood. They were also looking at Golding himself, with pleading eyes. I guess the meaning of this was self-evident.

None of them wanted Golding to give the order to attack again, and while resting, they frequently looked at their compatriots who were lying on the ground and had lost their temperature.

There was no cheering or fighting, no one was ready to die. After the fierce battle, everyone cherished their own lives more.

They knew that if they rushed forward, facing the Romans' raised spears and sturdy shields, the impact would only make them fly further and there would be no chance of survival.

Golding could see that his soldiers were already afraid. Even though they were once the nightmare of many Romans, that was only the nightmare of the Roman villagers. At least the Roman soldiers who were coming towards them with spears kept growling and showed no sign of being afraid of them.

"Forward! Forward!"

Inspired by their frontline officers, the Roman soldiers followed the horn players who played the horn rhythmically and advanced step by step, growling with every step they took. This roar was more like encouraging themselves, and facing the so-called invincible Hun cavalry, their eyes were firm, but more uncertain.

After all, there is no absolutely brave soldier, at least not until they are blinded by rage.

"The Romans are coming. Pull back the front, pull back the front!"

Golding was a calm guy, at least he saw his soldiers' reluctance to attack at this time.

"Golding! Golding!"

The Scythian leader Iruachman rode up to Golding's side. He looked down at the approaching Roman army and saw that the heavily protected archers had already drawn their bows and arrows.

"Golding, what should we do now?" Iruahman asked Golding.

"Let's go to the highest point of the highlands, and there we will reorganize the army. After all, we are not well prepared now!" Golding turned around and smiled at Iruahman, then patted the quiver beside him, the arrows in it were already empty.

The Hun cavalry and the Scythian cavalry began to retreat to the top of the hill, and all the corpses that were covered along the way appeared in front of everyone.

The Romans who were advancing seemed hesitant. After all, they could not be sure whether the Huns would make a comeback. Even the strongest guys could not withstand such a high-altitude attack.

"Sir, the soldiers are still unsure whether to advance. After all, the Huns and Scythians in front of them may rush down at any time. I'm afraid that the soldiers may not have the strength to withstand such a strong impact."

Aetius's face was solemn. Although his crossbows and catapults were ready, it was undeniable that these catapult weapons were not capable of throwing stone bullets or kerosene barrels to such a distance.

"This is a very confusing choice, my friend." Aetius looked at the high ground where the Hun cavalry were gathering, and then no one knew where they would attack without any opponents to hold them back.

"Golding, now that we have completed the king's orders, should we attack the Romans who are advancing, or the guys who are getting closer and closer to us?"

At this time, the cavalry who rushed out from Luga's army cut off the retreat of some Hun cavalry who were trying to retreat. They cooperated with the infantry following closely behind them and used spears to knock down the Hun cavalry one after another.

"Go, order that idiot Golding!" Attila shouted to the messenger behind him, "Don't you see that the Romans are slaughtering my men wantonly? Order him to attack the rear of the Romans. I will let reliable soldiers take over the high ground!"

"So where are we?"

"Move towards the high ground, and order the remaining soldiers to move towards the high ground, because that is our main battlefield!" After Attila said this, he jumped on his horse and waved to the cavalry behind him. Then, the huge army began to move slowly.

“Wuwuwu…”

Rapid and rhythmic horn sounds rang out, passing one after another, and soon reached the high ground where Golding was.

He turned around and saw a large number of mercenary infantry running towards them.

"It seems that our king needs us to do more!" Golding said, and saw a messenger waving a black flag in the distance and heading towards the rear of the Roman army below the high ground not far away.

“Woo——”

At this time, a long attack horn sounded from the front. In an instant, Aetius's troops below the high ground let out a deafening roar under the guidance of the horn. The huge army roared and rushed towards Golding and his men like a torrent. They finally made a decision and did not care about casualties.

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"Let's hire soldiers to fight them, after all, we have more important things to do!" Golding said slowly, then dropped the compound bow in his hand, and then drew out the lance from behind his back, turned his horse back, and led the huge cavalry army to sweep towards the rear of Luga's army not far away.

"Forward! Forward!"

Tereus shouted until his voice was hoarse, and the charging soldiers tried their best but still could not catch up with the charging Hun cavalry, even though they drew their javelins and threw them at them with all their might.

This was of no avail. The dart flew for dozens of meters before finally falling weakly to the ground, splashing a layer of dust.

"Defense! Defense!"

The troops behind Luga's army discovered this cavalry and immediately responded by forming a dense array.

The Hun cavalry rushed in like a mountain torrent or like sharp swords, striking the Roman soldiers' shields and tearing them into pieces.

All we saw was layer after layer of defense being torn apart, and countless Roman soldiers dying in the flying dust under the trampling of the Hun and Scythian cavalry horses.

"Caesar, Caesar, we are being attacked from behind by the Huns on the high ground!"

Upon hearing the news, Luga quickly turned around, only to see that the Hun cavalry were still pouring in.

"Damn it, where is Diego? Where did Diego die?"

Luca, who was still unaware of the specific battle situation, could not help but curse. He did not know that Diego had been killed in the battle. After all, with the backward communication, such a large army could only fight on its own.

(End of this chapter)