The anger in the hearts of the Alans at this time was not at all small that of their leader Diego, and the first to bear the brunt were the temporary soldiers recruited from all over the country, who were poorly armoured, and even used a few simple shields made of wooden planks, trying to break through the dense arrows of the Romans.

"Shoot them! Shoot them! The commander of the archers pointed to the soldiers swarming below, turned back and shouted to the archers, and the panicked archers immediately opened their bows and aimed their arrows at the Alan army that was hurrying below.

Arrows came straight through the air and nailed to the plank shields of the charging soldiers, and from time to time the unlucky ghosts without shields fell with arrows, but these casualties did not affect the attacking army of Alain.

"Ready, ready! Aim for their side, where the weakest direction is, that's the weak point of these damn bastards! Shoot! Shoot ......"

The commander who commanded the archers stood up and shouted at the archers behind him, pointing below where he thought the Alans were weak, because the archers were not able to shoot exactly in the direction he wanted to hit the enemy. Agitated so excited, his body was exposed to the eyes of the Alanish archers, who drew their bows and arrows at the commander in a rain of arrows, and the hapless commander was hit by several arrows that fell from the walls.

For a while, the archers, who had no command, began to frantically tilt the arrows in their hands towards the Alans, who had already imitated the huge formation of the Roman tortoiseshell formation, but the rounds looked like a rainbow, but with little effect.

Under the cover of a huge shield array, more than a dozen simple ladders were sent up the city wall, and in order to prevent them from not being able to climb the wall under these three blows, the clever Alans carried their shields on their backs and climbed up the wooden handles on the ladders with the support of a group of people. The arrows of the Roman archers were only able to clink into his shield and had no effect on him.

"My lord, the Alans have attacked the walls." According to the herald's report, Luga had to plant a black flag on the rudimentary map, located in the notch of the wall.

Andrew looked at the current situation and couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Strange, didn't the blows of our archers on three sides make the Alans pay a terrible price?" ”

"Your Excellency." The herald said with a serious face, "I am afraid that the Alans seem to have learned our means of defense, and our archers are helpless against them. ”

"It seems that barbarians are not stupid!" Luga smiled when he heard this.

"So, my lord, shall we send out cavalry to block their rear roads now?" Andrew picked up two red flags and planted them behind the black flags.

"No, no, Andrew, it's not the time yet." Luga shook his head, and then said to the commander of the fortress, "Use the scorpion crossbow, at least kill the Alans who are trying to climb the city in vain." ”

Again, as the Vandals were attacking at the time, the Alans had a special front-line overseer, who wielded their whips and whipped the soldiers who were afraid of the battle in such a grand spectacle. Forcing them to continue under the shield array until they reached the city walls of the Roman fortress.

Heavily armed Alan soldiers took the lead, carrying shields inlaid with copper skins, and arrows flying at him bounced off his shields. He made his way up unhindered, and the Roman soldiers who wanted to attack him on the ramparts poked their heads out to look at him with pikes in their hands, and in that moment they were pierced and fell by several arrows.

The heavily armed Aran soldiers roared and quickened, and the constant death of the Romans greatly boosted his morale, and he increased his speed and climbed the walls in the rain of arrows.

The first thing he saw was a Roman archer, and apparently he was so frightened by the heavily armed man who suddenly flashed in front of him that he took two steps back and sat down on the ground.

"Fragile fools, die! Die! ”

The Alain soldier roared loudly with his iron sword, and he was like an angry lion ready to rush into the flock and slaughter. But when he looked up, the roar abruptly stopped, his eyes widened, and there was no smug look on his face, replaced by horror and doubt, but it was too late. For he looked up and saw a scorpion crossbow perched on the walls of the fortress, and the operator on it had already aimed the scorpion at him with a large, sharp bolt.

No wonder he stopped, for it would be the last seconds of his life, and despite the urging of the soldiers behind him, he closed his eyes and spread his hands, seemingly waiting for death to come.

"Bang!"

The crossbow roared, only to see a black shadow fly out, straight for the Alan, who was standing and waiting to die.

"Whew!"

The tremendous force of the impact carried the Alans straight out of the city walls, and he didn't even let out a scream until he died. He fell like a fallen leaf in the dense crowd below, which made the other soldiers stunned, and the whole army stood still for nearly a second, they all looked at the corpse that was almost torn apart by the crossbow arrows, and couldn't help but swallow and look at the soldiers who kept climbing the wall, and finally felt that there was something more powerful in the defending Romans.

"Look at what? Keep moving! Keep moving! The officer, wielding his leather whip, whipped the sluggish soldiers around him, forcing them to continue to storm their walls at the brink of Roman archers.

"Attack the gates! Storm the gates! ”

The Alans had set their sights on the wooden gates that lay in front of them, and they did not charge the cone, so there were only a few strong soldiers armed with battle axes slashing desperately under the cover of their shields. In an instant, sawdust flew, and the wood on the city gate in front of him was cut in half in an instant.

"Quick! Fast! They're attacking the gates! Defense! Defense! The officers guarding the gate shouted loudly, and saw the soldiers carrying the logs, and some of the soldiers with torches anointed the wood and lit it, and then they lifted the heavy log together and threw it at the Alans army below.

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out under the city gates, and when I looked out, I saw soldiers lying on a ground under the wood still burning with fire.

"Go on! Go on! ”

The Roman soldiers, who had tasted the sweetness, were ready to repeat this practice by bringing another piece of wood, and the soldiers with torches hurried forward to light it.

"Huhuhu......"

I only heard the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air, and when I looked up, I saw a flying axe like raindrops falling above my head, and this devastating axe fell from the sky and fell