"Oh God, Oh God!"

Hans was at the forefront of the army, he could even guess what he might encounter, his steps heavy with each step into the snow, and he didn't know what else he didn't know in the woods besides wolves.

The advancing army pulled forward in long formations, the intricate roads and dense trees making it difficult to maintain the dense array they were currently in.

They scattered their formations and struggled through the vast woods. Everyone shivered in the biting cold wind, and the sheepskin jackets they wore were indeed too thin compared to the bitter cold.

"This damn cold wind, so cold it almost freezes me, it's even more terrifying than a barbarian's blood-stained tomahawk, because it's going to make you die without a wound!"

"Enough, Loka, the way you babble is annoying!" Catus jerked back and shouted at the officer named Loka behind him, "We are so cold, then this barbarian is no better, maybe they are huddled in their tents and trembling waiting for us to cut off their heads!" ”

"I hope so, Lord Duke!" Loka had already retreated in his heart, and he was not at all interested in the uplifting language of Catus, who was a little shivering from the cold.

"Click!"

At this time, only a sudden vibration sounded in front of them, which frightened everyone present in their hearts, and everyone immediately set up their spears and raised their shields to aim at the endless woods in front of them.

All they could see was a strong stag over a snow-covered bush and into front of the Roman army. At this moment it was looking back at all the frightened Romans present, and its eyes were full of amusement, and then it turned back and jumped up, crossed a high slope, and disappeared into the eyes of the Romans.

"Scared the hell out of me!"

Looking at the stag in the distance and still shaking in the woods, the soldier who finally let down his guard straightened up, wiped the fine beads of sweat from under the helmet, and let out a long sigh of relief to form a white mist in the air.

"Keep going! Keep moving! ”

Catus raised his right hand and beckoned to the soldiers behind him, who let down their guard and struggled to pull out their legs that were deep in the snow.

At the moment when they lowered their shields, Hans also breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, there was no danger.

But in the midst of the lightning, Hans opened his somewhat cloudy eyes and saw a dark shadow flash in front of him, and the wind that the shadow carried by it swept in front of him like a blade, and it felt so real.

"Whew!"

His gaze swept over the dark shadow behind him, and a dull snort sounded in the chest of a centurion behind Hans.

When they looked up, they saw a bush without snow standing up from behind a barbarian in a thick cowhide coat with a bow facing them.

"Sure enough, barbarians! The barbarians are coming! ”

Hans was now motionless as if he had been petrified, and he watched as more and more barbarians appeared in front of him, as if they had come out of the snow for no apparent reason.

Each of them pointed their bows and arrows at the chaotic Roman formation, and a succession of arrows swept past Hans's left and right flanks, falling into the rapidly gathering Roman soldiers.

"Defense! Defense! ”

Seeing the unexpected situation, the calm officers immediately beckoned the soldiers to form a defensive line. They were mainly archers defending against the Franks in front of them, unaware of the growing bushes around them.

"Form a dense array and move forward!" Catus roared loudly, "Now that the barbarians have only discovered us, they are starting to panic, do not be afraid, continue to advance until they come to them, let them see the great strength of our Romans, and crush them!" ”

"Phew! Phew! Phew! ”

The soldiers roared in unison, forming a shield wall against the oncoming arrows, advancing step by step with the slogan of Duke Catus.

The Franks were not warlike, and when they found that their bows and arrows could no longer be aimed at what was in front of them, they called each other back in an organized manner.

Everything was in order, but Catus didn't think that he was still firmly carrying out the order and leading the soldiers onwards.

At this moment, not knowing whether they had walked the line drawn by the Franks or some other mark, the vanguard approached the end of the woods when they saw the Frankish camp next to a tree stump.

"There it is! There it is! ”

Catus looked so excited when he saw the camp, even though he was out of breath, he struggled to pull his feet out of the thick snow and continue to move on.

Old Hans was reluctant at this time, but he was helpless, even if he wanted to run, but he was carried forward by a strong centurion, seeing that the battle was imminent, but the desire to survive was strong, he had no choice but to watch the team from the barbarian camp at the end of the woods.

By this time the Frankish infantry was ready outside the camp, and they formed a shield wall at the end of a tree stump to await the oncoming Roman soldiers.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

Catus couldn't wait to defeat the barbarians in front of him, so he repeatedly urged his men to speed up the attack.

At this time, the Frankish soldiers who were lying in ambush in the snow suddenly emerged from the snow just as the vanguard of Catus's troops rushed out of the woods, armed with javelin throwing axes, and tilted towards the unsuspecting Roman follow-up troops.

The falling snowflakes provided cover for the javelins and axes that flew out, and the unprepared Roman soldiers fell in pieces, only to realize that they had been ambushed.

"Defense! Defense! ”

The commander of the field regiment in the follow-up team beckoned the soldiers to raise their shields to defend left and right, and the archers in the center of the formation at this time opened their bows and arrows to fight back against the Franks who were constantly throwing javelins.

The thickly clad soldiers were like balls of long, round hair, and they slammed into the wall of Frankish shields with not very fast speed.

The white earth was filled with all kinds of black shadows swaying back and forth, they were fighting each other, the iron sword was no longer the weapon of choice, on the contrary, the lethality of the short spear in such a heavy fight was very amazing.

Although the Franks used a lot of Roman weapons, the shield walls they formed were not as impregnable as those of the Romans. The improvised defenses were soon overwhelmed by the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Romans, and the confrontation turned into a scuffle.

"Keep going! Keep moving! ”

The fight aroused Catus's desire to fight, and he raised his iron sword and shouted loudly, ordering the soldiers behind him to go in the direction he wanted to go and crush the enemy in one fell swoop.

"Your Excellency! Your Excellency, Duke! ”

An officer of the field regiment ran up to him and said: "The follow-up troops have been attacked, and there are Franks in ambush!" ”

"Don't worry about it so much!" "Now, if you break them up and uproot this camp, these despicable people hiding in the woods will be so frightened that they will lose the courage to resist!" ”

At this moment, he heard only an angry roar behind him, and Catus turned back to see a Frankish soldier raising his battle axe and lunging at him.

Catus immediately raised his shield, and the blade of the axe that fell from mid-air sank into the shield and could not be pulled out for a while, and the Frank man gritted his teeth and his face turned red.

Apparently not giving him a second chance to attack, Catus swung his sword and slammed the iron from the hilt into the Frank's head, then stabbed him in the neck as he was momentarily confused by the blow to the head.

The gushing blood stained the snow beneath his feet, and the hulking corpse slowly fell.

"What are you waiting for?" Catus dropped his shield and shouted at the soldiers behind him, "Take this place, and all the loot will be yours!" ”