Of course, Attila guessed it again and did it right!

The Franks, who were at the forefront, were stunned at the sight of the Hun cavalry roaring towards them, and their eyes widened as they looked at the black banner fluttering in the wind in the middle of the assault cavalry.

It is impossible for the Franks, who had fought with the Huns many times, not to know that the banner belonged to the Hun king Attila himself.

"Attila! Attila! ”

The aristocratic officer of the Franks was not the first to call the soldiers for defense in the face of the cavalry charge in front of him, he was frightened, and stood in the front of the army and made a final sound, which was calling Attila's name, it was fear, it was panic, and finally he was knocked down and died under the hooves of the horse by the heavy armored cavalry who rushed straight forward.

"Onward! Move forward! Follow the direction of my iron sword? ”

In the midst of the formation, Attila held up his strangely shaped iron sword, which was said to have been obtained in the villages of the province of Pannonia, and a golden crown became a symbol of his reign, known as the Sword of Mars.

It's like the declining gods entrusted Attila, an outsider, to teach a "deviant" Rome.

The roaring Hun cavalry once again tore through the fragile lines of the Franks and Alans, and they were like a whirlwind, mercilessly scattering the Alans and Franks who had gathered together and trembling.

"Stop, stop, regroup! Reorganize the army to defend! ”

Melovy, the king of the Franks, at the rear of the army, shouted loudly, and he stood still, forming a human wall with his cronies behind him, constantly holding back the Alans and Franks who were constantly retreating.

It was fine to intercept the Franks, but the Alans could not understand their language, and they could not be blamed, after all, after the death of King Diego of the Alans, the Alans army had been teetering on the verge of extremely low morale.

This shock was undoubtedly another heavy blow to the already fragile nerves of the Alans.

The defeat was like a mountain, maybe Merloway himself did not expect to meet such a fate, because the team under his command was filled with too many soldiers from other tribes, and they would not obey his command at all, so in the chaos, he really had no way to stabilize and reorganize the morale of his army.

Maybe it was just that he finally grabbed a few, and suddenly saw a large number of Alans fleeing not far away, and then turned around, the guy who had just been stopped had already disappeared without a trace.

Even so, Merovy gathered the Franks tightly around him under great pressure, watching the Hun cavalry getting closer and closer, they basically stepped on a corpse, and they were soaked in blood, like a killing god from hell.

"Together, together!"

Merloway was indeed a little flustered, he roared loudly, personally ordered the soldiers around him and instructed them to form a shield formation with the wooden shields in their hands.

But he didn't seem to realize what kind of expression the Huns were using when they saw the Huns in front of him, their faces were like ashes, their bodies trembling like chaff, and their pale lips matched with eyes that revealed despair.

What kind of fear can make them almost on the verge of collapse?

"Together! Get together! Even Merovy's own voice trembled a little, but he still held his iron sword tightly in both hands, and his eyes fixed on the Hun cavalry that was getting closer and closer.

It's like a fisherman standing on the bow of a boat looking at the huge waves in front of him, wondering what they are thinking at this time. I'm afraid only they know.

"Stomp, stomp..."

Bloodied horses neighed, and herbivores went berserk with blood and killing, picking up speed and knocking down and trampling those who had given up resistance and tried to flee for their lives.

The Hunnic cavalry charged, flanking the small formations that had been assembled at Merovy, and the Hun horses passed in front of the soldiers, and the heavy horse armor slammed into the shields in their hands from time to time.

The heavily armored cavalry passed by, and they deliberately struck the shields of the Franks with the armor of their horses with a dull sound, and they laughed uncontrollably, mocking the vulnerability of the Franks in front of them.

The Franks, however, gritted their teeth and tried to struggle, and under the command of their king Merovy, they relied on their shields and spears to fight back against the nearby Huns.

This made the nearby Hun cavalry furious, and they roared angrily, opening and closing their mouths in unintelligible language, but it was certain that the words were dirty words.

Relying on their heavy armor, they threw themselves in front of the Franks' shields, and swung their bloodied swords and battle axes against the Franks' raised shields.

Hundreds of Hun cavalry around them waved their weapons and constantly knocked on the shields of the Franks, and the Merovi could only be so passively defensive and looked at the "tall" guy on horseback in front of them.

The despair in Merovy's heart at this time was on his face, and he looked in horror at the increasing number of Hun cavalry around him, and only then did he realize the crisis.

"My king, where are the Romans, where are the Romans?"

The soldiers beside him shouted at Melowe over and over again, asking him about the only authority he had.

Merloway stood dumbfounded, listening to the cries of murder and the close questioning, not knowing what to answer.

"There are no reinforcements."

"What?"

"I said there were no reinforcements! Damn it hasn't been understood! Merloway finally broke out, and he yelled at the soldiers around him, and he could only rely on this little authority to support his anger.

The Hun cavalry laughed wildly as they rode around the Franks' shields, waving their weapons and striking their shields.

"Caesar, Caesar!"

At this time, the herald came quickly and pointed to the middle road and exclaimed to Luga: "Attila led a huge cavalry army to tear open the middle road, and the Franks and Alans are finished!" ”

"Caesar, what should I do?" Malenius hurriedly looked up at Luga and asked.

"They are really weak," Luga shook his head with a look of disdain on his face, "I don't know how Aetius feels about taking Merovi until now, don't care so much now!" Face the enemy in front of you with all your might! ”