Chapter Forty-Eight: Tortoiseshell Formation

Listening to this rumble, unlike our reaction, Guy is now even more angry. Just look at him with a big wave of his hand and shout, "Go and open the door!" ”

The rest of the commanders understood, and hurriedly ran to open the camp gate together. Oh, good fellow, before the door was opened, the tall horse rushed in! The horse-drawn carriage was covered with tarpaulin, and I don't know what it contained, and under the skillful driving of the groom, the carriage stopped in front of Guy, and there was not only one carriage, but two of them.

β€œshit! This is bigger than the carriage when the Huns plundered the city. Andrew exclaimed behind him, and the soldiers who were resting could not sit down any longer, and they all stood on tiptoe, staring at a pair of big curious eyes to see what was in the carriage.

These two carriages were only a prelude, and then we saw the "sinister and cunning" commander who ran in after him, who was not alone, and who was followed by a large crowd of goths who sat outside the camp gate, or at all, they had not changed at all. Good fellows, they can all march in formation, the commander with the horn in his hand, blowing the rhythmic trumpet at the front, and the group of barbarians behind him are even more neatly arranged, and their footsteps are pressed against the sound of the trumpets, and they soon run behind Guy.

"This guy, is you looking for us to fight?"

"I don't know, what is he looking for these barbarians?"

"What's on that carriage? It's still covered with a cloth, it's so weird! ”

β€œ...…”

The soldiers were talking, and the centurions, who bore the brunt of the attack, raised their iron swords and turned back to us and shouted: "Phalanx! Prepare for battle! ”

"Phew!"

The centurions slowly retreated back into the phalanx, and no one was nervous in the face of the large group of barbarians in front of them.

"Damn it, where's my pike?"

The guy next to me wiped off his nosebleed, and rummaged through the shuttle darts he kept talking, "Damn, put it in the tent!" It seems that he didn't find it, he angrily patted the shiny chain mail on his body that was cleaned up, with a dejected look, I looked down at my rusty chain mail, and suddenly felt that the whole person was not so good (that is, the kind of embarrassed shame). When I looked up, I saw the pair of barbarians who had been called in front of me standing in two separate rows, facing us.

The chief centurion, Guy, found a scepter from somewhere, and walked in front of the barbarians, drawing a long straight line on the ground with the scepter in his hand, and said to them in a loud voice: "Listen to me, all of you! Standing right behind this line, I am here to supervise, and no one can cross the line. With that, he waved his hand at the coachman, who understood, and tore off the tarpaulin that had covered the cart.

β€œWTFοΌŸβ€

Everyone, yes, I mean all of me! They all opened their mouths wide and looked at the carriage in astonishment, a whole carriage of stones, from where God knows what it was picked up. It was to be seen that the groom led the horse unhurriedly, and spread the two carts of stones very evenly in front of the barbarians. The pile of stones was as high as the man's legs, like a rolling hill. Looking at the eagerness of the barbarians, I don't think anyone is unaware of Guy's intrigues now.

"Okay! Brave barbarians! ”

Guy pointed his scepter at us and shouted at them, "Do you see these guys in front of you? Right! I'll get them in line, and you'll pick up the stone and throw it in their faces!" Listen, whoever knocks me down, double the bounty, knock down two, and then double, and make a profit! ”

The temptation was so great that the savages were about to lose themselves, and they raised their hands and cheered, and some of them began to bend down to pick up stones!

How can you hesitate in such an emergency! The centurions in front of us shouted together: "Phalanx! Tortoiseshell array, array! ”

"Phew!"

The soldiers gathered together, "brush, brush", and the soldiers behind raised their shields above their heads, and one by one oval shields gathered into this so-called tortoiseshell array. No one dared to be so lazy now, not even the slightest slack, and through the gap in the middle of the shield, he saw that each barbarian had two or three stones in his hand, and they all looked at Guy, and now waited for his order!

"Let's go!"

Guy roared, and the barbarians threw stones at us as if they had been electrocuted, and the stones were like raindrops, and they couldn't stop listening to the "dangdang dang ......." When the stone hit my shield, my arm felt sinking, not only me, but everyone else around me as well, but no one dared to say that they couldn't stand it, even if it was a real sharp arrow, they had to suffer like this at this time.

"Don't be afraid! Hold on! ”

The centurion was the oldest of the phalanxes, and they were defending while trying to boost our morale, even though they were the unluckiest in the first row.

Because it is an oval shield, unlike the large square shield of Caesar's Augustan period, it is oval and elliptical, and there will always be stones flying in the middle of the gap, hitting the shoulders and legs. My legs were bruised, but the stone couldn't stop, there was no way, we had to bear the stone hitting the shield as everyone got closer and closer, so that the shield was layered on top of each other to cover the huge gaps.

"Oh, these damn beasts! If I could, I'd rush up and kill them! ”

Andrew cursed behind me, and I looked down and saw that the stones that had fallen through the gap were all covered, because they were beveled, and the stones would roll off the shield after it struck it, and we were all struggling to support it. Everyone's shoulders and legs must be covered with bruises, because of the stone, everyone is also holding a breath in their hearts, but there is nowhere to vent.

I raised my hand to this shield, and as time went on, the shield on my head really weighed a thousand pounds. The sore arms, the trembling legs, and the beads of sweat on my forehead were the fruits of what I endured. The layers of shields covered the gaps and blocked everyone's vision, and now I am afraid that except for the unlucky ones in the first row, they also have to worry about the stones that will be smashed on their shoulders at any time, and they are the only ones who can see the situation in front of them, but not the soldiers, even the centurion is shrunk behind the shield and does not even dare to raise his head.

In this position, hundreds of us posed for more than an hour, until the group of go-out barbarians couldn't find a stone to throw. We stared at them vigilantly, slowly removed the shield above our heads, and looked around, everyone was sweating, looking at the hands, the blood marks on the belt were deep, and the bruises on the body were needless to say, which were covered by the clothes and could not be seen, but the pain really made me tired but refreshed.

"Good! Interesting, interesting! ”

Guy clapped his hands and slowly walked in front of us with a smile on his face, facing these hundreds of pairs of eyes eager to kill him, he did not shy away from facing each of us.

"As a veteran, it seems that for the matter of the Cloth Tortoiseshell Array, compared to each of you, practice makes perfect. Then, for you veterans of war, I don't think it's necessary. Guy kicked away the stones that had tumbled at his feet, and then looked at us, and the stones had coalesced into a hill more than half a man high in the first row of our phalanx. Luckily, though, no one was knocked down by the flying stones.