Chapter 79: Attack the City and Attack the Heart
The raging fire spread wildly in the city. The smoke columns formed by the burning flames shot up into the sky like black stone pillars supporting the sky, pointing straight up to a height of hundreds of meters.
The Burgundian soldiers stationed outside the city were in a commotion at this time. They didn't know whether they were shaken by the flames burning in the city or frightened by the German army that was slowly approaching.
As the attacking Germans, the fire was not what they feared. On the contrary, it became a banner to encourage them to attack. They raised their arms and cheered, as if they had already won the battle. A rough horn sounded, and the German phalanx, which had been moving slowly, gradually sped up. They roared and screamed, and rushed towards the Burgundians in front of them.
"What a grand ceremony." I couldn't help but admire it, because I saw Aetius's chariot, well, not the destroyed one, but a brand new one, almost identical to the one before. I think no one else in the army could ride such a magnificent chariot except Aetius. "Aetius is here, so he must be the supreme commander today."
"Um."
Andrew nodded and whispered to me, "Don't be too aggressive, because we should stay in the barracks. If we sneak out like this and get caught, both of us will lose our centurion positions and be beaten."
"Oh, I get it!" I responded casually and turned my gaze to the battlefield below.
As the sun gradually climbed higher, everything in front of them became clear and bright. The Burgundian army was equipped with neat chain mail, so it shone silver in the sun, while the German mercenaries looked black from a distance because of their fur equipment. Hundreds of people charged in groups, gathering into a black ocean, rushing towards the rectangular silver "dam".
The soldiers in the first row of the Burgundian army began to waver. I think they also knew the horror of the Germans. The Germans also had different temperaments. There were a large number of Germans in the Roman legions, but they were not so fierce and aggressive because they were baptized by civilization. On the contrary, these Germans engaged in mercenary warfare were barbarians in the north of the Rhine River border of the Empire. They were so barbaric that they would fight each other if they disagreed. Fortunately, three nights ago, my exhausted soldiers did not make too many impulsive actions, or disrespectful actions to the Germans in front of them, otherwise I might still be lying in the tent in the barracks.
The roar of the Germans made Andrew and I feel our hearts tremble even from the high ground, not to mention the Burgundians we were facing. I really couldn't imagine if I was standing in the middle of the Burgundian army, I'm afraid my legs would be weak now.
The roaring "black torrent" hit the silver "dam", making a deafening noise. At the boundary between black and silver, silver light flashed, the sound of bodies hitting shields, the screams of soldiers falling to the ground, and the clinking of weapons hitting each other, all combined into the ensemble of the black torrent hitting the dam. Countless lives were ruthlessly pulled out of the bodies at an astonishing speed. Similarly, no one knew each other, no grudges or hatred, and there was only life and death, that simple.
“Dangdangdang”
As the sound was heard, several flaming rocks flew across the sky, leaving long black smoke behind.
“BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!”
This time, the target of the flying stones was no longer the blazing Worms, but the solid walls of Worms. The boulders hit the stone walls and bounced off, landing in the silver blocks below the walls. Blood and debris covered the road where the boulders had fallen, but this did not stop them from fighting under the city. The catapults on the top of the mountain in Worms were not to be outdone. They were also roaring, but because they did not have the range of the new giant catapults, they could only throw stones at the attacking Germans.
There were gravels and flames above their heads, bloodthirsty Germans like wild beasts in front of them, flames and blood were very close to them, and death was right above their heads, just like the sun, like an invisible dark cloud covering the heads of every soldier. Behind the dark cloud, it was foreshadowing that the invisible sword of death would fall from the sky at any time, taking away the precious life of each person. But they didn't care about that at all, they would only roar with red eyes, slash the enemy's flesh with the weapons in their hands and kill them.
People kept falling down and dying in a pool of blood, leaving this world without any worries and going to a paradise that no one had ever visited. Maybe they would go to another time period like me, or like in the movies, after they died, they could take off their heavy armor, put down their weapons, go back to the place they wanted to go to the most, indulge in it forever, and never come out again.
Watching the killing in broad daylight, I couldn't help but start to feel fear. My heart was trembling, but I didn't know why I was afraid. Maybe it was death. The pain of being killed once again flashed through my mind. I wondered if this era was what I expected in my heart, the era in my mind.
"Andrew, what year is it?" I asked him.
"What's wrong, Luka?" Andrew turned around, stared at me in disbelief, and asked me, "Luka, why are you asking that?"
"Oh, no." I touched my head to see if I had a fever, but my forehead was cold. I said, "I just feel that all this is so unreal."
"Ha, Luca, your old problem has started again!" Andrew smiled at me, and that smile was so real, not at all the exaggerated one in the dream. I was silent, my mind was blank, and in my eyes, those black torrents and silver dams were rubbing against each other and devouring each other. These black and silver components, those living lives, passed quickly in that very short time.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
The rough horn sounded again, but soon, the roar of the Germans drowned out the sound of the horn. Crazy, completely crazy, the Germans were stimulated by the blood and lost their minds. They waved their battle axes and chopped the shields in the hands of the Burgundians in front of them like crazy people. Without the protection of the shields, the Burgundians could only watch the axes chop down on their already bloody bodies again and again without any ability to resist. One row fell down, and the successors came up immediately. They closed their eyes and stabbed fiercely at the darkness in front of them, but every time they stabbed, they brought back not only the slippery spear shafts, but also a lot of blood.
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The silver soon became shaky, just like the gray city wall behind them. Under the strong attacks of the boulders and the Germans, the silver kept retreating and was gradually surrounded by the black.
I now understand why Aetius was so willing to command the Germans.
(End of this chapter)