The cavalry, a large number of heavily armed Alan cavalry, slowly walked out of the woods on both sides, they were like a wall rising from the ground under the watchful eye, standing in the middle of the road. Like Luga, they wore masks of their own making, which were tied to their mouths and noses with side curtains of chain mail on the left and right sides of their heads. Wearing a metal mask on his face and revealing only two eyes, he stared at the oncoming twenty Roman cavalrymen.

In front of them was the familiar figure, which Luga could not have forgotten in such a short time.

"Damn, how could Diego be here!" Andrew exclaimed, signaling the soldiers behind him to raise their weapons and prepare for battle.

Perhaps having an absolute advantage and believing that the other party would not have any more thoughts of escaping, Diego did not raise his hand to signal his soldiers to raise their weapons and prepare for battle, but faced Luga's face and came unhurriedly with an accompanying cavalry.

He said a bunch of things to Luga that he didn't understand, and the soldiers behind him translated them.

"I know you." The soldier translated, "You made me lose a lot of face in that unforgettable valley, and of course, thanks to the gods, we met again. ”

"Oh yes, very unfortunate." Luga said, shrugged his shoulders, and said to Diego in a stupid way: "Since we met, the basic etiquette of greeting each other is also completed, so don't leave it at that, I still have urgent things to do." ”

The cavalryman quickly translated for Diego, and as Diego listened, a wicked smile on his face, and he spoke slowly, in a low voice.

"Our leader said, you don't have to be so crazy, we know what you're doing as well as our own hands. You, the initiator, are a disgusting creature wherever you go. ”

"So, you're here just to wait for me?" Luga asked.

Diego nodded slightly.

"Oh, that's for the best!" Lu Jialeng snorted, and then said, "Then, please give way, or I'm afraid that Your Excellency has forgotten how I taught you that impolite soldier at that time, right?" ”

Diego snorted, pulled out a mask and put it on his face, then rode back and quickly ran back into his formation. He faced Luga, and with just a gesture of raising his hand, the cavalry behind him raised their spears, hundreds of sharp spears pointed directly at Luga.

A discerning person can see at a glance that this is a battle with a huge disparity in strength, and Luga has no way to retreat, they can only face it.

"Luga, are we going to fight them like this?" Andrew, who was standing behind Luga, was starting to feel a little weak, he could still know each other's strength, not only were they numerically inferior, but they were both wearing leather armor, and it was impossible for them to go toe-to-toe with the Alan cavalry wearing heavy chain mail.

"Of course!" Not knowing if Luga had taken the wrong medicine, he nodded heavily and continued, "Our only way out is behind them, and although it seems unbelievable, it is happening in front of our eyes and testing how we can deal with this trouble. ”

"We can't let them catch you, Luga." Andrew tightened his rifle and said to Luga, "I will take my soldiers to rush out of the exit for you, so that you can rush out along the exit, as long as you can leave safely, then our mission is accomplished." ”

"It's really tragic." Luga didn't take Andrew's words seriously at all, he raised his rifle and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "This is the last obstacle in front of us, if we can rush out, we will be met by the army, of course, on the premise of guaranteeing your own lives!" ”

After speaking, Luga raised his spear and ordered his soldiers in a loud voice: "Attack!" Offensive! ”

The soldiers roared angrily, raising their rifles and pointing their guns at the Alans in front of them, just as the Alans who came from the side seemed to have no regard for the group of Roman soldiers. They unhurriedly organized a charge, and at the behest of Diego, the leader of Alain, they scattered like a flood.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The Roman cavalry were like warships adrift in the sea, surviving on their own luck and falling one after another in brutal white-knuckle combat.

In his impulse, Luga used his lance to pick out an oncoming Aran cavalryman, dropped his lance, and rushed out of the seemingly impregnable line with the rest of his troops. It's just that there were a few lucky ones in the initial scuffle, and the rest were not so lucky.

"Quick, Andrew!" Lugatsema moved forward quickly, and then said to the few remaining soldiers behind him: "God has mercy on us, let us survive it, as long as we seize the opportunity, it is impossible for them to capture us again!" ”

But as soon as the inspiring words fell, I saw a burst of darkness in front of me, and many arrows fell from the sky and fell around the remaining soldiers. It turned out that the Alans had also slackened off their wooden bows, and under the unified command of Diego, they frequently drew their bows and arrows to aim at Luga, who was surviving in the woods.

"Whoosh ......"

Along the way, the arrows kept falling like raindrops, and the cavalry that was galloping behind him kept being hit by arrows and falling from their horses.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

Luga's thighs were tightly clamped between his horse's belly, which kept him fixed on the galloping horse's back, and he lowered his body and dodged the arrows back and forth, but fortunately they were fast enough that the arrows that fell from the sky could not hurt him at all, and could only fall far behind his horse's hooves.

Time passed minute by minute, and no matter how short the time was, it seemed to Luga to be extremely tormenting, and although the scene in front of him was like a ray of light, he was far behind, but the Alans did not say please, please, like those immobile trees.

"Pimple ......"

The war horse under the crotch began to make a huge resistance due to the exhaustion of physical strength, which made Luga have to draw the dragon breath sword and stab it into the horse's neck, causing the war horse to fall down screaming, of course, he was also thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Damn, I don't have time to wait for you to recover, brute!" Luga cursed secretly, coldly glanced at the struggling war horse not far behind him, put away his iron sword and took a stride towards the road behind him, although it was as painful as the mermaid in the story.