The barbarians attacked so fiercely that it was not difficult to see what exactly they wanted.

A barbarian blocked his way, and Walcreek gritted his teeth and raised his tattered shield to meet the enemy.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! ”

The barbarian roared angrily, and kept swinging his axe to slash down, and Walcreek did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly raised his shield.

"Click!"

The axe landed on the shield in Walker's hand, and Walker felt his left arm sink down, and Walkerrick snorted coldly, as if he had all the strength to push the shield away in an attempt to push the barbarian's right hand away.

"Brush!"

The barbarian's right hand was tossed aside by Walkerrick, who seized the opportunity to raise his Spada's iron sword and stab at the barbarian.

"Dang!"

The iron sword struck the barbarian's erect shield and bounced it away, leaving only a smile on the barbarian's face.

The barbarian was no longer as arrogant as the Twin Axes, and he was more desperate for his own protection than his crazy friends.

He immediately flashed in front of Walcrick's eyes with a quick step, and then struck Walcrick on the top of his head with the handle of the axe that he had turned back.

"Dang!"

Although he was protected by a helmet on top of his head, such a heavy blow still covered Walker's head, and his whole body fell to the corpse on the ground.

"Die, Romans, die!"

The savage who had knocked down Walcrick roared loudly, and he kicked Walcreek twice in the abdomen until the pain was so severe that Volkrick couldn't recover for a while.

Then, I saw the barbarian raise the battle axe in his hand, his gaze matched with the blood on his face, and he looked as hideous as a demon.

Walcreek closed his eyes, the exhaustion and pain had made him realize the fate of a soldier, and he didn't know if he was proud of it.

"Brush, brush, brush..."

The whistling was like a gust of wind before a rainstorm, and Walcreek lay on his side among the corpses on the ground, only to feel the wind howling and whizzing down in his ears, he closed his eyes tightly, and was reluctant to open them for a long time, knowing that the wind stopped, and a "hole", and then felt a heavy feeling of pressure in his legs.

He opened his eyes and saw the corpse beside him full of arrows, and he was looking at his legs, and the barbarian who had just killed him was lying on his legs dying, and his back was full of arrows.

"What, what's going on?"

Walcreek asked himself, sitting up with his still somewhat dull head, only to see the trebuchet on the roof of Orleans in front of him in unison.

In an instant, dozens of flaming stones fell from the sky and landed straight on top of the siege tower erected outside the city wall behind Walker.

"Boom!"

The boulder fell and pierced the siege tower, knocking the barbarian soldiers who were still running on it and preparing to climb the city wall into the air in an instant, and the wooden structure finally could not support the gravity attack, and slowly collapsed under a wail.

It was mixed with the wails of the savages above, as if the sound had come from hell.

"Retreat! Retreat! ”

The surviving soldiers on the walls supported each other and ran down the walls, and they passed by Walcreek in twos and threes, and their mouths were full of dejected words.

"Damn it, come back and hold your ground!"

Walcreek gasped for breath, he remembered, but his arms were as heavy as lead, and compared to the heavy exhaustion of his body, the psychological pressure caused by Attila's powerful combat power was the heaviest at this time.

He was half-seated on a pile of corpses, his trousers already red with blood, and there were more and more barbarians on the walls, and fewer and fewer Romans.

Walkerrick swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his lips were chapped because of the long battle, and his whole face turned pale.

"Look, there's someone here!"

At this time, he was spotted by the soldiers who were about to pass by, and the kind soldiers helped him up and carried him towards the city wall.

"Why, why!"

As he walked, Walker questioned the soldier beside him, who looked very unwilling, but was too exhausted to break free from the soldier's arm and stood on his own.

"Don't be stupid, my friend."

As if to hear what Walkrick meant, one of the soldiers explained to him: "The walls of the western sector are crowded with barbarians, they are coming here, we must leave, here we can only die!" ”

"Damn it, Roman soldiers, aren't they here to protect the land of Rome...", Walkrick said as he watched as he came to the staircase of the lower city wall.

"Boom..."

At this moment, only a loud bang was heard, and a large number of wooden plank fragments flew out and landed on the shield.

At this time, only the rough trumpets of the barbarians were heard, and then there was a deafening shout of killing, like a mass of volcanic magma erupting, and a large number of barbarian soldiers roared into the city gates.

"Stop them! Block them! ”

The officer shouted a command, the soldiers gritted their teeth to steady their feet, and the soldiers behind reached out and pressed on the shoulders of the soldiers in front.

"Knock knock..."

The roaring barbarians crashed into the shields of the Roman soldiers, and the soldiers who formed the shield wall acted like a dam to hold back the torrent of barbarian troops.

The armies of both sides only relied on a thin shield, and frantically strangled together with spears and battle axes, and for a time blood was splashed everywhere, and the killing cries shook the sky.

The archers on the roof were even more frenzied, roaring at every arrow, as if the little arrow could not vent the anger in their hearts.

"Quick, we're running out of time!"

The soldier holding Walkerek exclaimed, and helped Walkerrick to speed up his pace and run down the city wall, and just when he reached the ground, he heard an earth-shattering killing cry behind him.

When they turned around, they saw the barbarians on the western section of the wall rushing down the wall and coming towards Walker and them.

Halfway through, a squad of soldiers rushed into the flank of the barbarians, blocking their attack. They were poorly dressed, with only a leather hat, and many of their weapons and shields were agricultural tools or even sharpened wooden sticks, which were clearly spontaneous formations of the townspeople.

"Let's go! Walk! ”

The soldier helped Volcreek to speed up and ran toward the city.

Along the way, the streets were littered with wounded soldiers, and improvised soldiers retreated inward in a line.

On the river that crossed the city, the soldiers were building a simple line of defense with stones and planks on the bridge, because it was an indisputable fact that the northern city was about to fall, so they decided to resist in the city, using wine and bridges as a second wall.

"Perhaps we should be aware that the barbarian army is so large and has amazing offensive capabilities."

Looking at the northern city with thick smoke, the bishop Ananus in the southern city turned pale and his lips trembled, and he prayed in his heart over and over again, "Damn it, Aetius, where the hell did you die?" ”