"The Gothic King has fallen! The Goth King has fallen! ”

After a noisy sound of horses' hooves, the Gothic cavalry who trampled past turned around to see a bloody corpse lying on the ground, their facial expressions were rich, but most of them were surprised and frightened.

They even forgot that from time to time deadly arrows flew above their heads, for they had indeed knocked down their king and trampled it to death.

Death is like a surprise gift, often catching the recipient off guard, and not even leaving a word at the moment of death.

The soldiers recognized from his dusty and blood-stained armor and helmet that this was their king, Theodoric, what else could they say? In addition to fear and remorse, they are more helpless, like a body that has lost its head and does not know what to do.

"Their king is dead! Their king is dead! ”

The same news reached the Huns, and the Hun cavalry who received the news cheered loudly, and the victory after victory was indeed the blessing of heaven, and it was the wise and decisive leadership of the Hun king Attila.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

The Hun cavalry roared, put away their compound bows, raised their spears, kicked their horses in the belly, and charged towards the chaotic Visgoth cavalry.

"The Huns are coming! The Huns are coming! ”

The leaderless Gothic cavalry was shocked when they saw the roaring Hun cavalry.

They were leaderless, no one, not even generals, officers of all stripes could not move the whole army together, they screamed and rode back and ran as hard as they could.

Just like the rout of the Alan's cavalry on the first battlefield, the rout of the Viesgothic cavalry was even more spectacular, and they had not even touched the enemy they were about to attack with their horses and lances.

Just like the herd of bison migrating from Africa, the dust raised by thousands of horses as they run obscures the sky, and it is really a shame to flee in shame instead of attacking, but it is more helpless.

Fortunately, the infantry had not yet received the news of the king's death, and they were still counting on their cavalry to crush the entire Hun infantry in front and rear, and then lead them to the final victory of the war and plunder the fruits of victory.

The Hun cavalry under the command of Attila did not continue the pursuit after some pursuit, they turned their horses, raised their spears and roared, and rammed into the left side of the Viesgoths with their heavy horse armor.

Countless soldiers were knocked out by the huge impact, and many more soldiers were drowned in the "tide" before they could react, and died under the trampling of the horses.

"Defense! Defense! ”

The Visgoths, who had lost their left line in an instant, had to shrink their front, and the sudden attack of the Hun cavalry at this time greatly boosted the morale of the retreating Hun infantry, and they roared and launched a counter-charge against the blind Vikings, which was another heavy blow to the Visgoths who were beginning to waver in confidence.

"Where is our king? Where is our king? ”

The Visgoths were in disarray, and it was hard to imagine that this was an army of tens of thousands of people, and suddenly they were huddled together, and the originally neat army formation became chaotic, and everyone was calling Theodoric's name, not knowing that he had already died in the battlefield.

"What's going on? Our army, how could it be? How so? ”

In the rear on the high ground, the son of Theodoric, Torismon, who had an unobstructed view of the battlefield in front of him, saw Attila lead their army sweeping through everything, and saw the Visgoths retreating, and everything was in decline.

However, he saw Theodoric's proud cavalry fleeing back for their lives, and the performance of Alain's cavalry when Diego fell was vivid.

A very ominous premonition swelled up in Torrismon's heart, but he did not dare to say it, fearing that what he had feared would really come true!

"Go, stop them, stop them!"

Torrismon beckoned to the cavalry behind him, and without thinking of anything else, he turned on his horse and galloped towards the ground.

"Caesar! Caesar! ”

In the midst of the Roman army, only to see Marenius coming quickly, in front of Luga, he looked panicked, pointed to the right of the Visgoth army formation and said to Luga: "Attila has defeated the Goths, and the Goths have been disrupted!" ”

"Damn it!" The news was like a bolt from the blue, so angry that Luga clenched his fists and slammed them on the railing of the chariot. "What the hell is this Theodoric? Isn't there anything you can do about Attila's slaves? ”

Ignorant of the fact that scolding would not solve the actual problem at hand, Luga quickly turned back to Marinius and asked, "Aetius, where is Aetius?" ”

"Caesar, Aetius is in the middle, and he has just stabilized the situation in the middle."

"It's getting too late, it's almost too late!" Luga clearly understood what it meant for the Goths on the right to run out, as long as the other half of the Hun army was free, then the two armies of Luga and Aetius would be caught in the middle of a two-sided attack, and defeat would be inevitable.

As the king, Augustus Flavis. Naturally, Luga wouldn't let that happen, he had to step up and do something.

Luga lowered his head and looked at the spear of Langnookis in his hand, the brass-colored tip of the spear reflecting his own eyes, those red from the war.

"I have to turn the tide, even if it's at the cost of my life!" Luga whispered to himself, turned around, and said to Malenius: "Malenius, my friend, if anything happens to me, then I must work closely with Andrew, command the army to continue the attack, even if it is a defeat for both sides, it will not let the soldiers rout!" ”

"Caesar?"

Marinius did not understand why Luga would say such a thing.

"The defeat of the war is often the commander who loses the courage to persist in the face of difficulties, the commander can be cowardly in the barracks, can tremble in the rear, but on the battlefield, he must show stronger courage than the soldiers under his command! Lead the soldiers to defeat the enemy and finally defeat everything! ”

Luga shouted loudly, jumped out of the carriage and mounted his horse beside him, he carried the spear of Longnookis, turned back to the waiting Roman cavalry and shouted, "Who wants to fight with me!" ”

"Fighting for Rome!!

The cavalrymen roared and raised their spears to Luga to show their loyalty!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

In the middle of the Roman formation, the cavalry in front of the road kept hitting the heads of the soldiers who were blocking the road with wooden sticks, yelling at them to step aside, only to see the iron-clad horses and the heavily armored cavalry armed to the teeth slowly advancing forward.

The infantrymen turned to collective silence as they saw Augustus' helmet, decorated with white feathers and red horses, and the spear of Longinus, which glittered in the sun.

"Caesar, Caesar!"

The soldiers watched as Luga's horses passed in front of them, and they called out Luga's salutation, and they fell to their knees and saluted Luga.

"Rush over to me! Rush over! ”

Odoric commanded his army to storm the shields of the Roman soldiers over and over again, but each time they were stabbed back by the Roman spears.

"Come, fight, cowards!"

Odoric roared, flapping the shield in his hand and taunting the Roman soldiers who would only hide behind the shield to avoid its edge.

At this moment he felt a rumbling sound, and he stopped roaring, not only him, but also the other barbarian soldiers, who pricked up their ears to listen to the rumbling sound in front of them.

"Whew! Call! Call! ”

I only heard the Romans flapping their shields and making loud roars, why, why would they suddenly be magnificent.

I only saw the soldiers in front of me retreat backwards to make way for the way, but the barbarian soldiers who didn't know the situation saw a large amount of silver armor