Chapter 647 Battle of Chalons 29

Why do people always respect the elderly? The reason is not only because of their age, but more because of their experience.

Sometimes, when encountering difficulties, people always follow the experience of their ancestors and are always able to find suitable solutions from the summarized experience. Although these are not the best solutions, they are always able to solve the problems.

Now a new problem arises. Looking around, the Roman Legion, which has always considered itself invincible in the world, has never encountered such a difficult enemy. They have no experience to rely on and can only try their best, step by step, like crossing a river in the dark, feeling the stones under their feet.

"Oh no! We've run out of arrows!"

At this time, he only heard the soldiers exclaiming. Golding turned around and saw many cavalrymen pointing at the empty quivers on their waists.

For Golding, this news was like being struck by lightning and electrocuted, causing his heart to tremble.

Without arrows, the bow in his hand was as useless as a piece of wood. Looking at the Roman army array in tortoise shell formation in front of him, Golding said nothing. His Adam's apple just moved up and down, as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came out of his mouth.

The Hun infantry could no longer hold out under the charge of the cavalry led by Thorismon. The army on the left ceased to exist and the center was in chaos again. Large groups of soldiers wailed and fled, abandoning their weapons and armor. The situation was completely out of control. I'm afraid that even Attila didn't expect that the Goths would return to the battlefield.

Regret, annoyance, what words can describe the mixed feelings in Attila's heart at this moment? I'm afraid even Attila himself can't describe it.

Often, if you have never experienced complete failure, you cannot understand what failure feels like. I'm afraid that people who have been proud for most of their lives will never be able to get used to failure.

Attila gritted his teeth and sheathed his sword. He usually liked to wipe the sword clean before doing so, but this time he did the opposite and directly inserted the blood-stained iron sword into the ornately decorated scabbard.

In the past, he was the one who decided whether to end everything, but now, Attila has to accept the fact that he is passive and disrespected in all this, at least for now.

Then, Attila's face was filled with anger. He raised his right hand high and clenched it into a fist, pointing it to the sky. After a moment, his fist drooped weakly like a deflated balloon and hit the chain mail on his thigh heavily.

He let out a long sigh, which was more like a sigh, and he seemed to have let go.

“Back off! Back off!”

The officers behind him shouted loudly to the messengers, and the cavalrymen following Attila hurriedly turned their horses back. They greeted each other and retreated one after another.

Seeing that the cavalry had already retreated, the remaining infantry who were still holding out lost the courage to resist to the last moment. The infantry on the right also followed the Hun cavalry and ran towards the Marne River, because the other side of the river was the base camp of the Hun coalition forces, which had a relatively solid defense system. Retreating there might help reorganize the already chaotic army and its morale.

"My lord, our king has retreated!"

The adjutant pointed to the Hun army formation not far away and saw that a large number of troops were retreating, while the Gothic cavalry were like mad beasts and relentless. Attila had to leave corpses all over the ground along the way.

To put it in a way that could comfort their hearts, it was an honor for these idiots who lived on money to die for Attila's cause.

"It's time for us to retreat!"

Golding turned around and called to the soldiers behind him, and sighed deeply, as if he was dissatisfied with the final outcome of the battle, and even felt sorry for his king Attila.

"My Lord, what shall they do then?"

The adjutant pointed at the barbarian tribes still fighting in the distance. They stubbornly resisted wave after wave of Roman offensives, but they were like a dam hit by a torrent, with only broken walls and ruins left, looking so vulnerable.

He looked coldly at the barbarian servant army that was still struggling not far away, and then said, "No matter what, we, the Huns, will maintain our absolute advantage. Let them fend for themselves!"

Just as he was about to turn his horse around, he saw a large number of cavalrymen rushing out of Aetius's army. They roared, raised their lances and rushed straight towards Golding and his men.

Unexpectedly, Aetius saw that they had no arrows left, so he boldly used his cavalry which had already been well-rested.

Golding did not dare to delay. He hurriedly called out to his cavalry, "Quick, quick, get out of here, get out of here!"

Just as they turned around and were about to leave, they suddenly saw a large group of cavalry rushing towards them. Their flag bearer held an iron stick with a golden eagle emblem and a Rabbinic flag on it.

The armor on each cavalryman was red as if it had been soaked in a pool of blood. Through the silver-white mixed in the red, the war horses kept panting while running, as if every exhalation sprayed out drops of blood, looking even more hideous and terrifying.

"What is this?"

Golding was frightened by the knights who seemed to have rushed out of a sea of ​​blood. He murmured with trembling lips and without saying anything, he hurriedly whipped his horse to speed up his escape.

This heavy cavalry ran straight into the chaotic Hun cavalry under Golding.

In the chaos, only a knight wearing heavy armor seemed to be armed to the teeth. His terrifying appearance made people tremble with fear. He roared, and the roar radiated another sound through the iron mask. He raised the gorgeous bronze spear in his hand, and every time he raised it and stabbed, a Hun would fall off his horse and die.

Seeing that Golding had completely lost the courage to fight, the soldiers who followed his lead were even more terrified and urged him to leave as soon as possible.

It was the first time in history that the Roman cavalry chased down the Hun cavalry and made them dare not turn back.

The Hun cavalry that had originally gathered together scattered like birds and beasts, making the pursuit quite difficult.

But Luca did not take it seriously. He locked onto Golding who was fleeing in the chaos and chased him madly on his horse.

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Golding also noticed that someone was chasing him. He looked back frequently and watched the Romans getting closer and closer to him. He never imagined that the person chasing him would be Augustus of the Roman Empire.

While Luga was riding faster, he reached out to untie the heavy vest tied to his horse, because it seriously restricted his speed and he wanted to go faster.

As expected, Augustus' mount was taking off its armor inlaid with iron plates.

"Kutong! Kutong!"

Heavy armor fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Sure enough, the horse under Luga was faster.

Seeing that the speed still did not reach what he wanted, Luga began to take off his arm armor, and then his helmet. In any case, Luga tried his best to take off whatever he could quickly take off.

The horse was running non-stop while Golding was shooting arrows, and he kept looking back so he didn't notice to remove the armor from his horse.

The exhausted warhorse finally ran slower and slower.

"roar!"

At this time, Golding only heard a roar. When he turned around, he found that Luca had rushed behind him. Luca glared at him, roared, and thrust the Spear of Longinus at him.

At this moment, the bronze spear pierced through Golding's armor.

“Crack!”

When Luga heard a crisp sound, he felt the spear in his hand suddenly sink down, and when he pulled it out, only a part of the copper spear head was left.

Golding was lying on his horse. He looked to be in a very bad condition, but his strong desire to survive made him cross the river and return to the base camp on the other side of the river.

However, God did not have mercy on him. Instead, when the horse approached the river bank, his soul was taken away. He fell straight off the horse and died on his back.

Luca came soon after, jumped off his horse, ran over, turned Golding over, and saw the broken spear head on his back. When he pulled it out, he found that the bronze spear head was broken into two pieces, plus the tail of the top of the spear shaft, there were exactly three sections.

(End of this chapter)