The standard-bearers of the Praetorian Guard sounded the horn of the regrouping of the army.

The well-trained soldiers, covering each other, retreated.

Todd wanted to take advantage of the other party's retreat to continue the attack, but the remaining gladiators fought separately and ignored his cries.

"We won! We've defeated these sons of bitches!" Cotton raised his severed head in one hand and shouted into the audience.

Listening to the cheers from the stands, Todd counted the bodies of the victims out of the corner of his eye.

Seven gladiators died, less than seventy remained, and sixteen of the Janissaries died, and more than eighty remained.

Judging by the battle loss ratio, this looks like a victory, but judging by the remaining numbers, the gladiators are still at a disadvantage.

Moreover, compared with the remaining fighting forces of the two sides, most of the soldiers killed in the Praetorian Guard were killed by Todd, and they were basically archers in the back row, and the establishment of shield guards and spearmen was still intact, while on the gladiator side, those who died at the forefront were the bravest and most skilled warriors, and the death of any one of them was a loss that could not be ignored for the entire gladiator battle array.

On the battlefield at this time, there is another person who has the same idea as Todd, and that is the leader of the Plainsmen, "Cunning Fox" Beson.

The man with his body on his back ran to Cotton's side, grabbed the other man's arms, and shook his body vigorously: "Idiot, open your eyes and see, the army is starting to regroup!"

At the command's shouts, the Ulster Praetorian Guard formed a tight formation, with less than a fist between the soldiers standing between them, the shields standing evenly apart, the spearmen next to the shields, and the commander and the remaining archers in the center of the formation.

With a command, the soldiers around the formation erected their shields outwards to form a tight circular shield wall, and the soldiers in the inner part of the formation erected their shields towards the top of their heads, sealing the entire circular shield wall into an inverted "iron pot".

Just when the others were confused and overwhelmed, Todd recognized at a glance the name of this formation in the history of the previous life - the ancient Roman tortoiseshell formation.

The victory that had just been won at his fingertips had overwhelmed the minds of some gladiators.

The fierce North Islanders, led by their leader Cotton, launched a charge towards the tortoiseshell formation.

Todd struck his shield with the blade of his sword and shouted at these stupid teammates, "Come back!"

No one heeded his warning, and the Northerners, who were running at high speed, crashed into the Janissaries' shield wall, only to see that the shield wall only slightly dented, and then pushed the attacker towards the enemy like a spring, and the sharp spear pierced the chest of the fallen man like a poisonous snake out of a hole, taking away one life after another.

Seeing this situation, "Cunning Fox" Beisen hurriedly took his subordinates to rescue the North Island people. He commanded his Plainsmen to form a long line of defense, dealing with spears stabbed from tortoiseshell formations while using ranged weapons to kill and wound enemies.

However, every arrow fired by his archers at the tortoiseshell array was exchanged for a clanging sound, which did not cause any damage to the enemy, but the spearmen of the tortoiseshell array untied their spears from their backs and threw them at the gladiators with all their strength, and these sharp weapons with great kinetic energy pierced the gladiators' fragile wooden shields, causing considerable casualties.

"Cracked Mountain Giant" Cotton relied on his brute strength to knock a gap in the tortoiseshell formation, and just wanted to call his men to attack, but found that the North Islanders who attacked with him had already been killed and wounded.

A shield struck him in the knee, and another sword stabbed him in the thigh.

Cotton, who fell to the ground with a bang, looked at the spear that was getting closer and closer in his eyes, and roared angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

At that moment, a hand grabbed his armor and dragged him backwards on the sand for several meters, pulling him back from the brink of death.

Cotton looked back to see that Todd was using his shield to block the attack on the two men, while raising sand on the ground, confusing the enemy's vision.

Dragged the North Islander, who only had strength in his head, to a safe place, Todd crouched down, looked directly at the other party with his eyes, and yelled, "Let your people withdraw!"

"Why do you command me ......?"

Before Cotton's protest was over, Todd broke an iron sword on the ground into two pieces in front of him, and raised his voice by three points: "I said it! Let your people get the back for me!"

Facing the tortoiseshell formation of the Ulsters, the gladiators' assault was repulsed, leaving twenty corpses behind. And here in the Praetorian Guard, except for four people who were slightly injured, there was basically no loss of combat strength.

The surviving gladiators retreated to the edge of the field, built a weak defensive line, struggled to hold on, and were only one step away from defeat.

Bandaging the wound with a strip of cloth, the "cunning fox" Beisen spat on the ground: "Look at this posture, this group of people is going to kill us all!"

Cotton looked at the people lying down in the distance, his eyes were red, and his beard was shaking.

Todd surveyed his surroundings and pondered all the factors that could be exploited on the battlefield.

"Cunning Fox" Beisen's face was gloomy, and he said discouragedly: "This formation covered with shields can't be broken at all, it can't be defeated at all!"

"Nothing in the world is invincible, and everything will have its shortcomings. Todd looked at the winch next to the gate and said thoughtfully, "I have an idea." ”

On the viewing platform, Concierber, who was full of relaxation, took a sip of red wine and swallowed it slowly, laughed and said, "Hahaha!

Furgar, who stood beside him, saw the opportunity to compliment: "There is a good saying that a chicken sometimes flies higher than an eagle, but it can never soar into the sky like the latter. ”

Looking at this touted monarch and minister, Queen Maeve said angrily: "The gladiatorial fight is not over yet." ”

Concierge smiled and waved his hand: "It's all hit to this point, can there be any miracles?"

When he had said this, the king bowed his head and said in words that only he could hear, "It seems that that thing is not needed......"

"Look!" Queen Maeve exclaimed suddenly, drawing the attention of the others.

On the battlefield, the other gladiators cowered in the corners, moving with their backs against the wall to fend off the tortoiseshell attack, but one of them broke away from the group and ran in the opposite direction.

Concierber propped his hands on the railing of the stands, the smile on his face slowly faded, and he whispered, "It's that Boyle......"

Todd jumped out of the gladiator's shield wall, dodging the arrows and spears that were being fired at him, and ran all the way down the wall. To everyone's surprise, his destination was actually a winch frame that raised and lowered the gate.

Before reaching the winch, Todd swung the giant axe in his hand and slashed at the chain on the winch.

Sparks flew everywhere, iron filings flew wildly, and the sound was so loud that the entire venue could hear it.

"What the hell is that bastard trying to do?!" Concierber stood up, shouting hysterically.

Queen Maeve's eyes twinkled with stars: "I don't know, but what he's going to do next must be interesting." ”

With the help of power-boosting, Todd cut off both of the clasps and removed the chains from the winch.

Hanging the chains on his body, Todd shouted "Cotton!" as he ran at full speed toward both sides of the battle.

The Rift Mountain Giant, with his shield in both hands, ran out of the gladiators, looking at Todd as he ran towards him, getting closer and closer.

The latter estimated the distance, unchained his body, and threw one of them towards Cotton with all his might.

The Mountain Ripper grabbed one end of the chain, roared, and began to run under his feet.

He and Todd, one clockwise and the other counterclockwise, ran in a circle around Ulster's tortoiseshell formation, and the chains were tightly tied to the shields, binding all the soldiers in the entire battle array.

One person has the ability of power, and the other person is born with brute strength, and the two of them pull hard one after the other. The iron chain was instantly tightened, firmly binding the entire tortoiseshell array, and the fortress built by the shield was suddenly shrunk by the force transmitted from the iron chain.

The soldiers in the formation were face to face, back to back, and it was extremely difficult to even raise their arms, let alone launch a counterattack.

Todd tightened the chain in his hand and shouted to the gladiators not far away, "It's now!"

Faced with such a group of lambs tied together and unable to move, the gladiators were like a group of tigers descending from the mountain, launching a unilateral slaughter without suspense.

Ten minutes later, there were less than ten people standing on the battlefield alive.

There were earth-shattering cheers and praises from the audience, and the sound was deafening, as if it was about to open the entire gladiatorial arena.

Queen Maeve stood by the railing, smiling and applauding the survivors, but her eyes were fixed on one of them, and her mind could not be calmed for a long time.

"Give them freedom! Give them freedom!"

At first, it was a small sound, but later, it came from the mouths of everyone in the audience, and gradually converged into an ocean. ()

Please remember that the first domain name of this book is:. Mobile version reading URL: