Anglo-Saxon soldiers poured up like a tidal wave, roaring with rage, without thinking about their own safety. The archers had long since lost their breath, and as soon as the Anglo-Saxon charge began, they had already turned back and fled into the formation.

The Romans, on the other hand, did not have the same brain-hot as the barbarians in front of them, and did not care about any casualties. The soldiers in front of them slowly moved forward to the bottom of a gentle slope, and at the highest point behind them, dozens of scorpion crossbows and trebuchets had already been deployed, and the machine masters operated the scorpion crossbows and trebuchets towards the Anglo-Saxon group in front of them.

The piercing bolts and devastating stones inflicted heavy losses on the charging Anglo-Saxon army, but that did not stop them from impulsively. They moved thousands of people, and they pressed up with overwhelming momentum.

"Don't be afraid, face them, don't lose your combat effectiveness because of their strange screams!" The centurions of the front shouted loudly, intended to boost the morale of the soldiers, and they were closely side by side, knowing that such a battle was no match for them, so the Romans used the way they were best at resisting the Anglo-Saxons with a shield wall.

"Javelin! Javelins in place! ”

The Anglo-Saxon coalition in front of them was getting closer and closer, and the centurions ordered the soldiers to draw their javelins and aim at the enemy in front of them. The Anglo-Saxon soldiers, who stood in front of themselves with shields and kept moving forward with their tomahawks in hand, did not have the slightest fear.

"Brush!"

Before the Romans could throw their javelins, the Anglo-Saxon forces had already grabbed the top of their protective space, shook their shields and threw them with throwing axes.

Dozens of Roman soldiers were headshot and fell in an instant, and before the rear soldiers could fill the gap, the Anglo-Saxon soldiers had already rushed up, and the two armies collided together, and the two armies fought frantically.

"Steady! Steady! ”

The overseers on horseback roared with their whips, their words cheering up their own rulers, and whipping their backs at the frightened soldiers, the pain reinvigorating them.

When Luga saw such desperate fellows, he knew that these were some difficult fellows to deal with, so he said to Malenius: "Order the auxiliary legions, let them prepare, divide into two parts, and wrap up these bastards, I will see how long they can hold on!" ”

Touched by the two armies in the second and third arrays, which were completely different from the equipment of the Roman soldiers, they were divided into two parts, the left and right, and in the fierce phase of the battle of the first Roman array, they came to the sides of the Anglo-Saxon army with swords and axes, and roared into the battle.

"If this continues, they will all become cannon fodder on the battlefield." Luga looked down at the Anglo-Saxon army that was gradually surrounded, he didn't know whether to laugh at these barbarians, and tried to do his best in the first contact battle, but such a brainless attack would only pointlessly consume his precious soldiers. Still laugh Kevin. Sein is still as willful as before, and will only go on a rampage like a brute bull, and eventually collapses due to physical exhaustion.

"Last time it was too easy for you to run, but this time, I won't!" Luga sneered, his hands pressed on the Spada iron sword in front of him, and his index finger kept tapping the hilt of the sword, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the cavalry waiting on both sides of the military formation. It may be that the old mistake has been made again, and he wants to lead the cavalry to charge them fiercely again, so that they can run faster.

"General, enemy reinforcements have arrived." Marenius pointed to a small group of nearly a hundred people not far away, wearing helmets made of wolf heads and wearing a whole wolf skin. The group of them stepped forward unhurriedly with a tomahawk or hammer, followed by several priests, who held a large bowl in their hands, and when they reached a close enough distance, the priest scooped out the liquid from the large bowl with a small wooden bowl for the wolf-skinned Shoephilis to drink.

As if suddenly there was divine help, the liquid in this bowl had some miraculous effect that made the Napphilians almost go mad with rage, and the roars of their dozens of people were enough to cover the rush of thousands of people.

"The Nephilim." Luga muttered that he could no longer stand, and he knew that the entry of the Nephilim into the battle would undoubtedly add more than a thousand eager soldiers to the Anglo-Saxon army. What's more, their shamans also gave these Nephilim people to drink, I don't know what the effect is, but they look even more powerful anyway.

"Quickly let the soldiers of the auxiliary legion come back and let them withdraw, these Philistines are not easy to mess with!" Luga hurriedly urged Malenius.

"Roar!!

The roar of a few dozen Nephilims was enough to shake the mountains, and they walked like galloping bisons, carrying with them a great deal of smoke and dust behind them.

The soldiers of the auxiliary regiment also saw that this group of guys with strange blue symbols painted all over their bodies were coming in a sea of momentum, and they wanted to retreat, but the Anglo-Saxons were on the back, and they immediately formed a line of defense, trying to resist the reinforcements of only a few dozen people with the idea that the good men could not stand the crowd.

"Boom, boom..."

The roaring Naphili berserkers were really like mad bulls, and they kept pushing forward with their shields against the auxiliary soldiers, who had never imagined in their lives that their defense line of hundreds of people would be pushed back again and again by these dozens of people.

"Boom!"

It's like a bull, three or five people were violently knocked to the ground, and what didn't fall was to meet the sweeping axe backs and iron war hammers, almost in the blink of an eye, the military formation of hundreds of people tore these dozens of people apart, in addition to the iron-faced corpses along the way, there were also wounded people lying on the ground with only one breath left.

They were taken aback by the unprecedented fighting power of the Philphilims, who had probably never seen such a formidable enemy when they participated in the Bagunda movement.

Like the farmers who reaped, the Nephilim felled "wheat" covered the earth, and their roar terrified the auxiliary soldiers, who threw away their armor and retreated, and in an instant, the encirclement that had just been formed was broken in an instant. Only the soldiers of the Ninth Legion in the first array were struggling to hold on, and the defeated soldiers fled like migrating cattle, unable to stop their pace at all.

"General, what are we going to do!"

Seeing such a decline, Malenius also panicked, he called Luga again and again, but there was no response, and when he turned around, he saw that the chariot where Luga was empty except for the coachman.

"What about others?" Malenius asked, and the coachman pointed not far behind him, and saw a horse enter the cavalry detachment, and soon four cavalry detachments immediately moved, and they formed a line of defense to block the auxiliary soldiers who wanted to flee for their lives.

"Before leaving, the general gave me a message for me to bring to my lordship." The coachman continued: "Hold down all the forces of the Ninth Legion, and hold off the Nephilim no matter what." ”