Chapter 95 Street Fighting (Part 2)

The sun gradually rose higher, but the snow on the ground melted, absorbing the heat and making the street even colder. Behind him, there was a constant sound of deafening shouting and killing. In contrast, there was an empty street in front of him, without a single person in sight.

Chief Centurion Guy led the way, but he gradually slowed down his pace, as if he had noticed something.

"Hey, Luca!" Andrew stood beside me and whispered in my ear, "Why do I feel like all this is so familiar?"

After hearing Andrew's warning, and looking at the dilapidated stone houses around me, I couldn't deny that I was reminded of the last time in the forest of Ludinan. The man-eating war mastiff showed its fangs covered with blood and minced meat when eating a corpse. The eerie appearance instantly made me shudder. I looked around at the empty, quiet and eerie house, and the huge rock on top of it where the fire had long been extinguished. The black smoke was drifting in the wind because of the burning of the damp wood.

"Keep in line. If there is any movement, immediately assemble to defend the tortoise shell formation!"

Chief Centurion Guy kept reminding us behind him that he had already hidden in the center of a square formation. He had also taken down the twin flags that were flying high and hid among the crowd of centuries, for fear of being ambushed by the Burgundians who were nowhere to be found.

The further we went, the louder the shouts and screams coming from the city wall behind us became, and as the distance got farther and farther away, the only sounds around us were the "thump thump thump" footsteps of the three hundred or so of us.

"Eagle flag! Eagle flag! Eagle flag!"

The soldiers kept shouting their beliefs. This time we had no one behind us, no Roman support, only the Burgundians hiding in the dark or not existing.

It was hard to imagine that I was sweating in such a biting cold. Wasn't it funny? No, I didn't think it was funny, because I realized that what I was afraid of was no longer the bloodthirsty beasts and the headhunting Burgundians, but the unknown existence. For example, what was in those empty rooms? The four centurions gradually slowed down their pace. Looking at the soldiers' expressions, I knew that I was not the only one who was afraid. They looked around like frightened turkeys, as if every little movement around them would make them shudder.

"My God, you are with me. Your glory will illuminate me. Your kingdom is my final destination!"

"Amen!"

"Amen!"

The soldiers were praying and trembling. I saw Brice next to me. He had his mouth half open, a broad shield on his back, and a Germanic iron sword on his waist. It seemed that there was no big change, but the horn in his hand was shaking. He had not experienced the sneak attack by the Burgundians at that time, otherwise he would be mentally prepared now! I dared to ask him a very stupid question in a low voice. Yes, I thought it was a very stupid question: "Brice, why are you afraid?"

"Why?" Before I could regret it, he looked at me in surprise and answered in a low voice, "Sir, aren't you afraid?"

"Yes, but I'm not afraid of the Burgundians," I replied in a deep voice.

"What is that?"

I looked into Brice's eyes and answered slowly, "I'm not afraid of facing my enemies. I'm afraid of not knowing who killed me. That's the scariest thing."

"Sir!"

Just then, a young soldier trotted up to me from behind and handed me a helmet, a leather helmet belonging to the barbarians.

"Where did this come from?"

I asked, took the helmet and looked at it carefully. This helmet looked very much like the one worn by the German mercenaries under Aetius at that time. Perhaps all the Germans who worked for money used this helmet. I knew nothing about the Germans. The only thing I knew was that they were extremely powerful! I touched the leather helmet carefully again. It should not have been long since its owner parted ways with it. It was still warm, but the smell inside was really a bit overwhelming. There is a reason why the era without shampoo was absolutely dark! "I found it in a crack in the wall. It should have fallen accidentally," the soldier smiled innocently, as if reporting an incredible situation to me.

When I heard the news, I was stunned. What does this guy represent? It means that a guy wearing a Germanic helmet passed by us. So, our current situation is just like the forest of Ludinan at that time.

"Here!" I handed the leather helmet back to the soldier, pressed it into his arms and said to him, "Go tell Guy that we are in trouble?"

"good!"

The young guy took the leather helmet and was about to run forward.

“Crack!”

That was the sound of bones breaking. I saw the soldier who was responsible for delivering my warning suddenly fell to the ground and kept twitching. It must be very painful! "This guy, so careless?" I thought he just broke his leg accidentally, but I never thought that the moment he fell to the ground, I saw a sharp flying axe stuck in his back. The force of the flying axe was so great that it directly penetrated the soldier's chain mail, and half of the axe blade was inserted into the soldier's back.

"defense!!!"

I was terrified! My heart was in my throat. I stood there, screaming at the top of my lungs, warning everyone who was still moving forward. But it was too late! In an instant, countless flying axes flew out from the destroyed houses in all directions, hitting us like raindrops!

"careful!"

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I was completely stunned, but luckily there was Bliss. He quickly rushed over and pushed me to the ground. In an instant, screams came from all around. The soldiers around were chopped with axes without knowing what was going on. Countless people were struggling in a pool of blood, howling in pain.

I felt like I had been dead for a few seconds. In those few brief seconds, I knew nothing. Bliss was pressing on me, and the broad shield on his back had already been embedded with seven or eight axes.

"Sir! Sir!"

Bris saw me staring at the sky in a daze, so he kept slapping my face, trying to wake me up. I watched everything he did for me, but I couldn't move. My ears were filled with screams from all directions, as if I was in the Avici Hell.

After a long time, I finally came to my senses, and as if my vision overlapped, I sat up.

"Sir!"

Brice called me again, and I looked at him. He was not looking at me, but at my chest. I lowered my head and saw an axe stuck in my chest. I didn't feel any pain at the time, as if I didn't feel anything at all. I didn't know where I got the courage from, but I stretched out my right hand, grabbed the axe handle, and exerted force.

“Sizzle!”

The axe brought out a splash of blood, and a conspicuous wound was left on my chest.

(End of this chapter)