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"die! die! die!"

The soldiers were roaring like two mad beasts, desperately trying to kill each other. Even the whites of their eyes were dyed red, and they had lost their reason. The soldiers fighting on the front line only knew how to use the killing moves they were familiar with to kill all the enemies in front of them.

Here, the two groups of people did not have any personal grudges, but only a life-and-death fight. Andrew, the tall German strongman, was like a strongman with endless strength. He wielded a broad shield and a spada sword in both hands, dancing back and forth in the air. Every Burgundian who tried to approach him was chopped down without exception. His roar was enough to intimidate all the enemies around him who tried to attack him.

"brush!"

I only saw a flash of silver light in front of my eyes, and I quickly raised my head.

"block!"

Large sparks flew off the cheek guard on my face. I took two steps back and saw the sharp tip of the spear retracted from my sight. I immediately seized the opportunity, tightly grasped the spear in my right hand, exerted force from my waist, and stabbed the Burgundy soldier in the abdomen.

The sharp spear pierced the chain mail at the man's waist, but his facial expression did not seem to be in much pain. Could it be that he was not hurt? I was thinking about this in my heart, and I saw that the Burgundian soldier did not say a word, holding the shield in his left hand and pressing down hard, holding down the handle of my spear, forcing me to not pull out the spear at all. With his right hand, he raised his spear high in the air, and the sharp tip of the spear pointed at me.

“Oh no!”

I screamed in my heart and quickly let go of the clamped spear. Seeing the spear raised in the air stabbing straight down at me, I suddenly raised the shield in my left hand.

“Haha!”

The wooden handle of the spear was broken by the impact of my shield. The tip of the spear almost cut my hand, but it just fell to the ground. Without further ado, I immediately put away my shield and pulled out the cavalry sword from my waist with great effort. The Burgundian was holding the broken wooden stick, not knowing what to do. At this time, the spear inserted in the chain mail on his waist was no longer an advantage that restricted me. On the contrary, it became a disadvantage that he had to face now.

I didn't intend to give him any time to react. I took two steps forward, raised the shield high in my left hand, and smashed it down at him.

"Bang!"

This hit made him retreat repeatedly, and even fell to the ground. I raised my cavalry sword and prepared to give the bastard who was struggling to stand up a final blow, but a spear suddenly stabbed from the right completely dispelled my idea. This time it pierced my chest. If it hadn't been bounced off by the chain mail, I'm afraid it would have killed me. I quickly retreated back to the square. At this time, the Burgundian soldier who was knocked to the ground by me was blocked in my sight by the subsequent soldiers who came up later. I just let him go. I had to deal with the newly added Burgundians. Touching the groove on the cheek guard that was almost pierced, I spit in front of me to express my dissatisfaction.

As the sun gradually rose, the surroundings soon flashed with dazzling silver light. We were still fighting desperately with the Burgundians, as if there was an invisible line between the two sides, and no one could cross that line, because crossing it would get a ruthless counterattack and eventually blood on the battlefield.

As time went by, even Andrew, who could shout and fight alone, was exhausted after such a long fight. His breathing was heavy, like a bull that had just plowed the field. I was the same. The cavalry sword in my hand had been swung continuously and it felt heavier than ever before.

"Change the column, change the column!"

At this time, Chief Centurion Guy blew his whistle, Andrew grabbed me, and then pulled me back, leaving my position for the soldiers behind me.

I wiped the blood off my face, and the cavalry sword in my hand was shaking as it rested against the ground.

"Gurgle"

Andrew took out a water bottle from behind him, swallowed a few big mouthfuls, and poured the rest on his face. My throat was also dry, so I took out the water bottle from my belt behind me, unscrewed the lid and drank a few mouthfuls.

"Luga!" Andrew was hunched over, gasping for breath. All the soldiers who retreated around him were covered in blood and could hardly stand up.

"Let's take a good rest. Then we can kill those bastards without leaving a single one alive!"

Andrew said bitterly, staring at the Burgundians who were fighting with red eyes. I looked behind me, and the other troops of the 14th Twin Legion were just behind us. They were like wood, staring at us fighting desperately without helping.

"Why? They don't come to help!"

I asked Andrew.

“I want to know this question, too.”

Andrew wiped it clean with his sleeve, then looked back at the second array of the 14th Gemini Legion. They just had cold faces and looked at us who were fighting for our lives on the front line without saying a word.

Then, another wave of soldiers retreated from the front. Their condition was even worse, and some of them even retreated with an arm missing.

"Luga," Andrew watched the soldier with the broken arm retreating while holding his bleeding arm, running towards the second formation behind. Fortunately, they were still able to help the wounded and made way for this man to pass. At this time, another batch of soldiers withdrew.

"There's another wave, are you afraid?"

I shook my head at Andrew's question and he smiled, rolling up his sleeves to reveal a huge scar on his right arm.

"Then let's go!"

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The last group of soldiers retreated. Andrew and I smiled at each other, raised our swords high, shouted, roared, and rushed towards the Burgundians in front of us.

“Stop!!! Stop!!!”

At the command, we and the Burgundians in front of us who were covered in blood and holding shields ready to resist us were stunned at the same time. Not only those who were fighting, but also those who were preparing to fight, all stopped.

The sound came from two places, one behind us and the other behind the Burgundians. In the silence, only the sound of two carriages moving forward could be heard from both ends. We and the Burgundians turned around and looked. It was Anthony and the Burgundian commander who had just come to negotiate.

The soldiers made way for them both so that they could meet at the two ends of the hidden line and stand on the chariot.

"That's all for today." Anthony answered casually, his eyes fixed on the Burgundian commander who was walking parallel to him.

The commander of Burgundy seemed to agree with Anthony's point of view. He just nodded slightly and shouted a few words in an unknown language to the soldiers under him. Only then did the Burgundy soldiers put away their weapons and slowly turned back.

"Go back, that's all for today."

Anthony gave a simple instruction to the chief centurion Guy beside the carriage, patted the coachman on the shoulder, and rode his horse back.

"Okay, that's enough for today!"

The chief centurion Guy looked at the Burgundians unwillingly, turned around and led the remaining soldiers to follow Anthony's carriage. The first contact war between me and the Burgundians in Worms ended hastily with the mediation of two words from the commanders of both sides.

Isn’t it incredible? The battle stops when it’s said to stop, and we are like fighting machines, either fighting or on the way to fight.

(End of this chapter)