Chapter 640 Battle of Chalons 22

Aetius was greatly surprised when he saw the Huns' crushing attack on the barbarian allies in the center of the army. However, Luca had no time to take care of too much about the current situation. His goal now was to repel Attila's servant army that was like a tide in front of him.

"We must do something, or rather, we must take action!" Aetius said to himself, holding the commander's baton tightly in his hand.

He was at the rear of the army, behind Luca, who liked to do things himself. Even with the vast barbarian army in front of him, he did not want Aetius' help. Obviously, Aetius had to look for help elsewhere.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves was heard not far away, and a group of Roman cavalry came to Aetius.

The leader was Luca's close friend Andrew. Although he was injured, he rode to Aetius under the escort of Vokrick. He was holding the scepter that Luca had used when he was a sergeant, and said to Aetius in a serious tone: "Sir Aetius, great sergeant, Attila wants to defeat the center and cut off our connection with the Goths. Caesar hopes that you can take the initiative to fill the gap in the center and reverse the decline."

"That's exactly what I was thinking. Thank you for the reminder." Aetius nodded to Andrew, then turned around and looked at the generals behind him and asked, "So, who dares to take the lead and fight against Attila's army?"

Most of the generals looked at each other in bewilderment. At this time, only a general of German descent came out and shouted to Aetius: "I will go!"

"Ricimel?"

Aetius looked a little surprised. After all, this man was a descendant of Wallia, the previous king of the Visigoths. This fearless Goth stood in front of a group of Roman generals and told Aetius that he would take the initiative to face Attila, which really made Aetius look at him with admiration.

"I will go too. Since Lord Aetius has already chosen someone, I will represent our Caesar." Andrew raised his hand and glanced at the other generals of Aetius with a cold face, his eyes full of disdain. "Caesar gave me four field regiments, and we hope that Lord Aetius can also send enough troops to support us."

"Well, then, Ricimer." Aetius turned around and looked at Ricimer, hesitated for a moment and then said: "I will let you take the forces of four field regiments and the army of Lord Andrew, and set off!"

Ricimel nodded heavily, then jumped on his horse, took the commander's baton handed to him by a soldier, took a last look at Aetius, and headed towards the center with Andrew.

In the Roman army.

The Hun cavalry archers facing the Romans paid a heavy price in a short period of time, so they had to retreat and leave their position to the subsequent barbarian coalition forces that continued to advance.

Compared to their recklessness last time, the barbarian army seemed to be much more stable this time. They did not rush in like ants hunting for prey. They must have suffered a lot at the hands of Theoderic.

So they learned to be cautious this time. Facing the oncoming Roman army, Frederick and Odoric looked at each other, as if they had a telepathic connection. Then, they hit their shields hard and roared loudly, the sound was like a wolf's howl, calling on the soldiers behind them.

Soldiers from both sides advanced slowly, with the barbarian army braving the occasional arrows fired from the oncoming Roman army.

"Forward! Forward!"

With the sound of trumpets, the armies of both sides were getting closer and closer, only about thirty meters away.

The two sides did not rush to launch an attack at such a close distance, but instead held their shields forward, holding their javelins and darts tightly in their hands and waiting for action.

Twenty meters! At this time, only the barbarian army in front of them roared and they looked up.

Then, a low roar was heard, and countless flying axes flew out from the barbarian army in an instant.

"defense!"

As soon as the leading centurion shouted the word "defense", an axe was instantly stuck in his head.

Countless deadly axes fell, hitting the soldiers' shields or landing on the soldiers' thin iron helmets.

Soldiers kept falling down due to head injuries. The scene of blood and brain matter splattering must have brought more fear to the other survivors.

"Fight back! Fight back!"

The soldiers in unison raised their javelins and darts and hurled them at the oncoming barbarian army. The archers in the rear also raised their compound bows and drew their arrows.

Dense javelins and arrows fell on the heads of the fast-running barbarians, and people kept falling down after being shot, but this could not stop the barbarians from moving forward.

"Fight! Fight!"

The Roman officers shouted and the trumpeters blew the horns to attack.

The first row of Roman infantrymen held up their shields and spears, roaring as they charged towards the barbarian army that was charging towards them.

"Click, click, click"

Shields collided with each other, and the Romans raised their spears high and used the sharp tips of their spears to attack from above, piercing the barbarians' necks and heads. The barbarians bent down to look for the unprotected legs of the Roman soldiers among the chaotic shields, and then swung their axes to injure or even cut off the Roman soldiers' legs, causing them to fall to the ground screaming and eventually be drowned in the crowd.

"Romans! Hold up your weapons and obey my command!"

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The commander of the front-line field regiment shouted loudly, and then he was heard to roar: "Push!"

"call!"

The soldiers obeyed the order, put their hands on the shields and pushed forward. The barbarians in front of them were caught off guard and were thrown back in a wave. If the soldiers behind them had not used their shields to hold them back, they would probably have fallen heavily to the ground.

“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”

The Roman soldiers roared, like the growl of a wild beast before attacking.

The barbarians who suffered such a blow naturally could not endure such a humiliating blow. They gasped heavily, slapped their shields and roared, trying to pounce again.

But even so, the Romans had already raised their spears to resist their charge again, and the Romans knew that they could not gain an advantage in close combat, so they used spears to distance themselves from the barbarians.

"Is it just that simple? Just like looting villages and slaughtering unarmed villagers?" Golding looked at the retreating soldiers in front of him with great confusion in the chaos. Indeed, these staunch supporters of the Romans were simply vulnerable, and their shields were completely useless in their hands.

Golding asked Attila in confusion: "My king, it's time to take the next step."

"No hurry, I saw some tenacious guys still fighting, which deeply attracted my attention!" Attila said, riding his horse to Merovice and his men who were surrounded by his cavalry.

Seeing Attila coming, the Hun cavalry stopped their attack and made way for them. Now the Frankish soldiers in the middle were panting, with blood all over their heads, and almost fainted.

Then they saw a black flag, just like the one that had attacked them, or it might have been that flag.

They only saw Attila riding his horse towards them. The tired Franks looked at the legendary conqueror in front of them and were so scared that they said nothing.

(End of this chapter)