For two hours, the soldiers of the first array suffered heavy losses, a third of the soldiers were seriously wounded or killed, and half of the soldiers were wounded and painfully supported, and their scarred bodies were no worse than the shields in their hands.

This is like a living hell, the loess and withered grass on the ground have been watered with blood and lost their original color, at this time, a blood red makes the earth like a sea of blood, and a huge tortoiseshell array is full of holes, still standing on the blood ground trembling and supporting.

Aetius stood still in the middle of the formation, giving people a sense of calm and composure, but in fact he was already anxious.

In the military array, the general in command is the most fearless, and Aetius deeply believes that he has been a victorious general, but most of them are under the premise that his strength advantage is very huge.

He had prepared for the worst, which was to wait for the barbarian coalition to attack like a thunderous tsunami, but they did not do so. It wasn't the worst-case scenario, but the barbarians' all-out attack would make him feel a little more at ease.

But the barbarians did not intend to do so, as if they had become wise at this moment. Although they are not afraid of hard fighting, why not just expend their strength to make the Romans pay a terrible price?

Such a deadly long-range strike lasted for more than two hours, making the front-end array of the Aetius army array unsustainable.

The army suffered such a blow, not to mention the physical pain, but only the psychological consequences of the exhaustion and fear under the constant blow, although he Aetius did not say it, but as one of the commanders, Terus still had to speak up about this problem.

His face was a little nervous, probably because he couldn't sit still because of this, he leaned up and whispered to Aetius: "Soldier, we, we can't just watch our soldiers die like this. ”

"I'm curious how many pebbles these barbarians have in their pockets to support them in attacking us for so long." Aetius breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked relaxed, as if the casualties in front of him were not a problem for him at all.

"So what do we do next?" Terus hurriedly asked: "If this continues, the will of our soldiers will collapse, and we can't sit idly by, at least we have to fight these bitches head-on!" ”

"I know what you mean, my faithful subordinate." Aetius nodded, but his eyes did not leave for a moment the barbarian cavalry less than twenty meters away from the front line.

As if he had discovered something, Aetius pointed to the barbarian cavalry and said to Theris: "I have noticed that their cavalry has to return to replenish their javelins every certain period of time, and I have estimated that they will soon be going back." ”

Thereus looked in the direction Aetius was pointing, and saw that the javelins in the backpacks of the barbarian cavalry that were constantly shuttling back and forth in front of their army were already bottoming out.

At this time, the barbarian army was divided into two parts, one part was to fight the Roman army on the front line, and the other part went back to replenish the javelins, and then took advantage of the gap in supplies to rest for a while, and there was no time to strike at the Roman army after the two sides were handed over.

As Aetius had said, they might have to go back to replenish the javelins, and the perceptive Thereus seemed to see an opportunity, and in order to reaffirm his idea, or not to steal the limelight from Aetius, he pretended to be stupid and asked, "Captain, what shall we do?" ”

The solemn expression on Aetius' face softened slightly, replaced by a sneer. He looked triumphant, as if the current battle situation was suddenly clear: "Theris, I now order you, command the cavalry detachment, and wait for their cavalry to retreat from both sides of the formation, as long as there is confusion between the two sides of their cavalry, our cavalry will be like two sharp swords into their most vulnerable place!" ”

For more than two hours, the Romans simply hid behind their battered shields, shivering, and did nothing. The barbarians can take it for granted that they have no strength to resist at this time, after all, the archers who want to fight back have swallowed the bitter fruit of wanting to resist.

The Romans must have begged their so-called god to cast a spell to make the stones disappear from the pockets of the barbarian army slingers, and at the moment no one but God could help them.

The Romans clung to their scorpion crossbows because their commanders were reluctant to use their precious bolts against melee armies they considered more dangerous than the slingers. After all, if you can give the most fatal blow to the enemy's attacking force in a very short period of time and let it disintegrate, it will be a great encouragement for yourself and the army.

However, the current barbarian army saw all that the Romans could not do, and they certainly did not fear an unexpected situation, and if the Romans attacked in an all-out way, it was not a wise decision to use 20,000 against 40,000. Before there was no other way, they could only die little by little, and now all the barbarians had to do was make them pay enough before they wanted to do it.

In order to ensure concealment, the cavalry of the four brigades of Rome divided into two groups and hid on both sides of the army formation with their horses, taking advantage of the moment when the barbarian cavalry retreated.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

Almost in a matter of seconds, the two thousand horsemen flew up to their horses, raised their spears, and led by the captain, they bypassed the first array of Aetius like two huge hooked scythes and swooped towards the barbarian slinger in front of them.

"Boom ......"

The galloping of war horses made the earth tremble, and the trampling of horses' hooves made the bare loess on the ground turn into dust, sprinkled like a storm in the desert, majestic and extremely deadly.

The distance was only more than sixty meters, so it was very difficult for these barbarians to run, because of the huge number of them, so even if they were as light as swallows, they could not take a step in this chaotic scene.

As if the sharp knife was so cruel to the flesh and blood, the Roman cavalry rushed into the chaos with their spears raised, they were unstoppable along the way, their thin and somewhat tired bodies were no match for the horses, and countless barbarians fell under the hooves of the horses, or were pierced by the spears, and their internal organs were crushed.

The Romans actually succeeded, and the four cavalry brigades rushed all the way into a no-man's land, and the originally clear situation instantly turned into a one-sided massacre.

It was simply impossible for a barbarian who could not hold his breath to watch the soldiers of his tribe being slaughtered by the Romans. Enraged, they beckoned each other and mounted their horses, shouting that they would taste the slaughter of the damned Romans.

Soon, groups of barbarian cavalry dropped their javelins, lifted their scimitars or spears, stepped on their horses, and charged towards the Roman cavalry.

"Order the soldiers to move forward!" Aetius gave another order: "Let this barbarian cavalry break up in our offensive, come, let us fight back against them with the battle we know best!" ”

The trumpets continued to sound, and the Roman soldiers, who were finally able to relax their defenses, shouted with their shields and advanced with their already tattered shields. The surviving archers followed behind the infantry.