"Get them back, you damn brutes!"

The soldiers roared and pushed forward with their shields on their backs, and the Saxon soldiers struggled to hold on, but the well-trained Roman soldiers gradually gained the upper hand.

Luga turned around and grabbed the Rabelan flag, held it high above his head and shouted to the soldiers beside him, "Now, kill these sons of bitches with me!" ”

"Phew! Phew! Phew! ”

The soldiers rotated again, and the previously exhausted soldiers were replaced by the eager soldiers behind. This was not quite the same as the tactics of the Saxons, who did not understand why the Roman army had the upper hand in such a fierce battle. Because of the rotational combat methods, they have always maintained their vigorous combat effectiveness, and constantly using the physical strength of the Roman soldiers against those exhausted barbarian soldiers, naturally has a clear advantage.

"I've never met an opponent in countless battles." Kevin. With his ancestral iron sword in one hand and a blood-stained and flesh-stained battle axe in the other, God knows how many Roman soldiers he killed with it.

Blood stained his face, and with his piercing eyes, it looked extremely hideous. He was like a bloodthirsty beast, the panting in his nostrils made him look dangerous, yet so tired.

He stood in the middle of the army, blood dripping with beads of sweat, Kevin's soldiers were exhausted, their hands and feet filled with lead, their weapons too heavy to move.

"Can't give up, can't give up!"

Kevin reminded himself over and over again, gritting his teeth, raising the iron sword and battle axe in his hands and slashing at the nearest Roman soldier in front of him.

Such a weak blow was easily blocked by the newly replaced soldier with his shield, and the soldier tried to take the opportunity to stab him with his sword, but was dodged by his relatively athletic body.

"Damn, you should have such a fate!" The Roman soldier yelled at Kevin.

"Ha, hahahaha," Kevin laughed, and then replied to the soldier in Latin, "I'm afraid it won't be as you want, despicable bastard." ”

At this moment, near the ships, a large number of small boats were in the vanguard, the vanguard soldiers of the Ninth Legion, and in the bow of their ships sat a priest who was armed with a cross scepter.

When the ship docked, the priest slowly disembarked with the support of the soldiers on the left and right, and the soldiers formed an array.

"Hey, here, join us, join us!"

When Malenius saw the soldiers landing, he beckoned and shouted for the landed soldiers to quickly join the battle.

The ships docked one after another, and more and more soldiers came down, and they disembarked one after another, and they did not rush into battle in the face of the battlefield in front of them. They seemed to be waiting, shields in their left and Spada Iron Sword in their right.

As they waited, the priest passed by the soldiers with a cross staff in his hand, and he slapped the soldiers' helmets with a few twigs and said to them: "God is watching you, and this is the first step you have taken in the fight for God, his faithful followers." ”

Hearing this, all the soldiers bowed their heads in prayer.

"Go, fight, help your generals please please, his kingdom is calling you, forward, fight!" With a wave of the priest's scepter, the soldiers obeyed the order, and they seemed to instantly feel that their bodies were full of power, could it be that God gave them, God knows.

In an instant, powerful soldiers rushed into the Saxon army from the flank and fought with them. The combat effectiveness they displayed surprised everyone who had seen it.

"Great Theon, reinforcements from the Romans are coming, they are too numerous and too powerful, we are not opponents." The soldier next to him looked at Kevin, who was panting. Sain said.

Kevin. Sein didn't seem to be reconciled, but when he looked at the soldiers around him, they were covered in blood and scarred. One by one, the tired ones are too tired to fight again, and if they continue to fight like this, they can only all die here.

When the sun finally set, the only remaining light around us was gone, and both sides had to light torches so that they could illuminate each other's faces.

It seemed that for a while, the thousands of people on both sides suddenly had a consensus, and they stopped, and almost instantly, both sides stopped fighting. The weary soldiers were unsteady on their feet, their faces haggard, their weapons hanging weakly beside them.

Luga was also exhausted, he held the Rabelan flag, the flagpole trembled, and he looked back to see that he had been chopped into rags by the tomahawk, and he could barely see the appearance of "XP" on it. He was trembling and panting, blood splashing down his armor as it slowly dripped down his armor.

The corpses piled up at their feet, and the blood that flowed out turned the soil beneath their feet into bloody mud, and it was sticky under their feet. The Saxon soldiers were no longer able to fight, but the Roman soldiers were constantly landing, and the situation became more and more unfavorable for the Saxon side.

"That's all for today, truce! Truce! "Finally at this time, Kevin, who thought he was invincible. Sain also had to accept the result of his defeat in battle.

He dropped the axe in his left hand, but his trembling right hand was still clutching the ancestral iron sword, as if it was his glory and could not be put down for a long time.

He raised the sword in his hand, the sword was stained red with blood, and his hand was trembling, but he was unwilling, and always wanted to save his dignity.

"Oh, I'm afraid, huh?" A sneer spread across Luga's face, and he slowly walked to the front of the formation with the Rabelan Banner. The soldiers saw him through the firelight, and saw the blood on his body and the blood dripping down his armor, which was a testament to the fact that he had been fighting side by side with them. He's really exhausted, but he's still holding on, just like Kevin. Sain is just as dead to save face.

He came to Kevin. In front of Sein, no one knew what kind of tremendous energy was contained in his short stature. The soldiers behind Sein couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the troops on both sides gave up a space for the two of them to their commander.

"I have not been afraid!" Kevin. Sein gasped loudly, he forced himself to compose, his eyes fixed on Lugar in front of him, the guy half a head lower than him. "You will eventually be a corpse under my sword, Roman! Don't forget how my father kicked you out of here, and I'm going to learn from them to relive that time. ”

"There are a lot of people who say that to me!" Lu Jia smirked, raised his head and stared at the arrogant barbarian leader without shying away from it, "It's just that they are all on the gallows in Rome at this time, barbarian, I'm afraid, your father never told you what it was like to die in pain by being strangled by a rope!" Of course, I'd be happy to do it, after all, you're not the first one I send and won't be the last! ”

Such a threat did not make Kevin. Sein sensed fear, probably, perhaps because his face did not show fear of the Roman, and he was full of disdain for Luga's remarks, and spat at Luga's feet in response to Luga's threat.

"Let's go!"

Kevin. Sein turned around and led his men who could no longer fight to clean up the bodies of their compatriots and walk back.

Luga wanted to sneak up on him from behind and kill him in front of his own soldiers, but somehow, maybe it was exhaustion or a new idea that made him give up this very shameless idea. He used the Rabelan flag as a cane and watched Kevin. Sain's departure.

"I'm going to let you die a miserable death!" Luga thought to herself.