The Romans' scorpion crossbows stood up and condescendingly fired at the Aran infantry below.

The lethal crossbow bolts flew into the Alans like a black light in the roar of the crossbow machine and the bowstring, like stones falling on the water, picking up a spray of water, but the components of this wave were broken chains, fragments of shields, and human blood.

The dead or wounded of the fallen in the Alain army were quickly filled by their successors, and they were like the waves of the sea, making a terrifying whistling sound, like a tumbling wave crashing against the cliffs on the shore, splashing with waves. That's right, the soldier who rushed up the wall was the "wave." ”

The red-eyed men were not afraid to fight the overwhelming Roman soldiers on the walls, but instead ran rampant on the already small walls like angry bulls, not caring that they were already scarred.

They were among the best warriors in the Alans' alliance, and they were armed with weapons such as battle axes and iron swords that were absolutely superior in hand-to-hand combat, and their rich combat experience and experienced combat skills made them easy to face Roman archers with short swords or daggers on the city walls. Therefore, under the frantic slashing, the Roman archers were forced to retreat, and a few unlucky ghosts fell from the city walls and fell heavily on the hard ground.

"Get rid of them! Catch up! ”

The infantry roared and rushed up the walls, spears in hand, and as the archers retreated, they raised their spears and stabbed at the Aran soldiers, who were still slaughtering.

It is said that this inch is long and strong, and an inch short is an inch of danger, and in the face of seven or eight sharp spears piercing at him, the Alan soldiers, who were constantly wielding battle axes, stopped shouting arrogantly in their mouths. Before he could even come to his senses, he was pierced by a spear, and the Roman soldiers lifted him high in the air with all their might, slamming it off the crowd outside the walls.

However, the presence of more and more Aran soldiers on the walls has made it difficult for the Roman soldiers to hold on to the walls, and they are still gritting their teeth and struggling to hold on, but it is only a matter of time before they are defeated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The gate below the gate was shaking, and the Roman soldiers guarding it quickly gathered in response to the sound of horns, and they stood their shields and spears to stare at the crumbling gate in front of them.

"Steady, keep the formation, don't scatter, we are an indestructible army, no one in the world can beat it!" The centurion shouted loudly, trying to motivate the soldiers beside him.

"We are an indestructible army, unbeatable in the world! We are an indestructible army, and no one in the world can beat us......" The soldiers repeated these words over and over again, faintly boosting their morale, but under the shaking of the city gate in front of them, their hearts also vibrated with it, and they jumped fast with "knock knock ......".

"Wow-"

Under the endless destruction of the Alans, the crumbling city gate was torn out of a large hole, and with the violent impact of dozens of human bodies, the city gate was opened. The Alain soldier waved his weapon and roared as he slammed into the Roman formation.

"Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy! ”

The centurion shouted, the trumpeter blew his trumpet, and the soldiers gathered tightly together, spears raised, and stared at the oncoming Alans.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The Alans may not have been able to stop, and they crashed into the shields of the Romans regardless of casualties, pierced by sharp spears. The successor brandished an axe and pounced on the Romans' tortoiseshell array. They quickly ripped off the Romans' shields and entered the tortoiseshell formation, so that the Roman soldiers had to raise their spears and keep stabbing to stop the Alans from their frantic attacks.

There were more and more Alans on the walls, and they lifted the Roman soldiers who were powerless to resist and threw them off the walls, and then watched as they screamed and were buried by the angry Alans below.

Under the rapid onslaught of the Alans, the ground guards of the Roman soldiers retreated

At this time, inside the fortress, the officer who had just entered pulled out the black flag of the fortress gate and inserted it into the inner side of the gate, and said to Luga: "My lord, if we continue to look at it like this, then we will lose the army that resisted at the front and the city walls. The Alans will surround us in a very short time, and you will lose your army by then. ”

"Yes, a good reminder, Your Excellency." Luga nodded and said, then straightened his wolf skin shawl, turned his head to look at Andrew, and said to him unhurriedly: "Then what do you think, my friend." ”

"Send out cavalry to surround them now." Andrew said decisively: "Now they have invested a lot of troops, as long as we surround them with the cavalry on standby outside, and our internal soldiers push the line back in one go, as long as the Alans are out of formation, they will definitely retreat." ”

"That is, it is not clear where the Alans' cavalry are." Luga was a little worried, but seeing that the defense line was crumbling, he had to give orders to at least relieve the pressure on the front-line infantry, so that he could kill and wound the enemy as much as possible.

"Woo-woo-"

The sound of the trumpet sounded at the top of the Roman fortress, and the Roman herald soldiers at the top of the fortress waved the flag in their hands towards the woods not far behind the fortress.

At this time, I only heard the sound of thousands of birds from the woods, and the birds in the whole forest fluttered their wings and flew into the air as if they were greatly frightened, and only saw hundreds of birds circling in the sky above the woods, what kind of scene was really indescribable, at this time a rider rushed out of the woods, he was fully armed, holding a dragon head flag, he rode his horse without any stop, but kept waving the dragon head flag while running.

At this moment, a large number of Roman cavalry rode out from the bushes behind him, and they followed closely behind the standard-bearers in front of them and quickly rushed towards the fortress with a loud cry of killing.

"Then it's our home stadium." Luga said, "brushing" and pulling out the iron sword he carried at his waist, and led Andrew and a group of officers out of the gate to the interior of the fortress, where the open area was full of soldiers, who had been waiting casually, but when they saw Luga come out, they quickly lined up and stood up straight under the orders of their centurion.

"Well, it looks like you're ready." Now that the top of the ladder looked down at the phalanx of the four field regiments below, Luga nodded, and instead of making a mobilization speech like the other officers before the battle, he asked the commander of the field regiment in a loud voice: "Do you think your soldiers can hold their proper combat positions and deliver the most lethal blows to the enemy?" ”

"Yes, sir!" The commanding officers of the four field regiments replied in unison.

"Good!" Luga nodded, smiled slightly, and continued, "Then let me see what kind of strength you have in this battle." With that, Luga stepped forward, followed by all the officers, clutched the dragon's breath sword, and headed towards the main gate of the fortress, while the soldiers behind him, led by the centurion, followed one after another, and the soldiers of the four field regiments marched in the direction where the Alans attacked most fiercely.