"Their leader is dead! Their leader is dead! ”

Before the barbarian coalition could react, there was already a commotion in the first array of the army's defense line under Aetius. All the Roman soldiers refused to accept this fact, after all, the arrow was fired from the direction of Rome.

"Things have changed!"

Aetius, who had always been sensitive, immediately saw that something was wrong, and immediately asked Theris: "Do you see where the arrow came from?" ”

"It looks like there!" Terus pointed to the little grove closest to the barbarian army, which was as quiet as a virgin land, untouched by anyone.

"What to do, Captain Soldier!" Thereus hurriedly turned to look at Aetius and asked, "Shall we explain to them that someone is destroying the peace between us?" ”

Aetius just shook his head, his face so solemn that he couldn't tell how frustrated it was, like a child watching his piece of the supreme cake be taken away.

A breeze blew, and Aetius couldn't help but shiver, could it be his own body

Because he was wearing chain mail, he had almost zero protection against sharp arrows at such a close distance, and the sharp arrows pierced through the leader's chest, and even blood-stained arrows peeked out of his chest.

The oozing blood flowed all over the ground, seeping into the soil beneath him at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was considered to nourish the barsolation beneath his feet, but whether he was willing to do so had to look at the eyes of the other barbarian leaders.

Surprise, bewilderment, anger, all expressions of displeasure were written on the face of every barbarian leader.

Looking at the corpse at his feet, which was gradually dissipating its temperature, the bodies of the leaders of the other barbarians couldn't help but tremble. Their breathing grew heavier, and everyone turned their heads to stare at the bewildered messenger standing in the middle of them, reddened.

"You lied! Roman! ”

The Alemanni who bore the brunt of the attack grabbed the messenger's toga and brought the helpless wretched creature before him.

He was so angry, his eyes were red like two volcanoes that could erupt at any moment, that this weak fellow did not dare to look at him at all, for fear of being burned by the anger in his eyes and eventually turning to ashes.

"The Romans have betrayed us again!" The barbarians began to roar, and they raised their weapons in their hands and surrounded the poor messenger, glaring at the Roman messenger with their eyes glared and their mouths wide open.

The roar was deafening, making the poor messenger look so helpless, and he was alone covering his ears, and the roar almost broke his head.

The barbarian leaders who refused to give up stretched out their hands like powerful iron tongs that grabbed him by arms and separated his hands from his ears, and now he had to endure the roars and insults from all sides.

His expression was distorted, his eyes were full of tears, and he had lost his resistance to the attack of the voice, and he collapsed into pieces under the angry scolding of the crowd.

Tears and snot covered his face, and even this embarrassed appearance could not be pitied.

Angry and believing that they had been deceived, the savages raised their iron swords and pressed them against the fragile point where his neck was connected to his chest. The sword-wielder's heart was like a stone, and he slammed the sword into the throat of the messenger under the shouts of the people around him.

Aetius had witnessed the slaughter from afar, and his brow furrowed even more.

The barbarian cut off the head of the messenger and tied the wretched creature's head to his chest with ropes, and bound the body that was still warm to the horse's back so that the horse could carry him back.

The frightened horse ran back to Aetius's army in a panic, and the rope that bound it finally couldn't bear the weight and broke, causing the headless corpse to fall to the ground with a "hole".

The splatters of blood stained the dodging soldiers around them, and the head rolled like a ball on the yellowed ground. The pained expression on his face was fixed like a statue, and finally stopped, and his dusty, godless eyes stared at Aetius not far away, and his mouth seemed to ask over and over again, "Why!" ”

"Order the soldiers to prepare for battle."

Aetius didn't even look at the unfortunate fellow, he said coldly, and slowly stepped out of the chariot he commanded, facing the barbarians who were screaming at the barbarians on the other side.

"Captain Soldier, don't we explain to them that this is a misunderstanding?"

"No need, there's no need to explain!" Aetius said, holding the golden scepter and pointing it at the Barbarian Super Legion in front of him. "The attitude of the barbarians could not be clearer, and I will not allow the envoys I have accepted to be sent to death again!"

"Prepare for war! Prepare for battle! ”

The centurions roared, commanding the soldiers beside them to raise their shields and spears in rows, and pointed their spears at the barbarian army in front of them.

The bow-wielding officer walked to the front of the formation and rounded the bowstring with an arrow wrapped in red cloth towards the forty-five degrees of the sky.

"Click!"

I saw a red light in the air, falling seventy or eighty meters away from the distance of Aetius's army.

"Quick! Prepare for war, prepare for war! ”

The archers hurried forward and stood at the front of the formation, drawing an arrow from the belt of the ground tied to their right leg and placing it on the bowstring.

This time the barbarian was no longer reckless, although he was angry and cried out for revenge, but he had suffered a loss once and would never make the same mistake again.

The super legion in front of them quickly formed an offensive formation as if they had fought at the beginning, and they imitated the appearance of the Roman army in battle, arranging one huge phalanx after another and pressing towards Aetius's army formation.

On the left and right sides of the formation were cavalrymen, armed with javelins, wearing hard leather armor, naked on the top of their heads, and their fluffy hair floating slightly, like the barren grass of that place.

They advanced slowly, as if they were walking to see if there were any traps set by the Romans on the road ahead, after all, that small pit could kill a veteran soldier who had been honed for decades, a loss that the barbarians could not bear to bear.

"On the other side of the Rhine, they learned our combat tactics in general!" Looking at such a clumsy military formation in front of him, Aetius couldn't help but shake his head and sneered, "Just imitating an appearance to show the true strength of Rome is too much short!" ”

"Archer prepare!"

"Wow!"

At the same moment as the order was given, hundreds of archer soldiers raised their bows and arrows above their heads, facing the slowly advancing barbarian army not far away.

The commander's eyes were fixed on the arrow, which was tied with a strip of red cloth, and as soon as the barbarian army stepped on the arrow, the barbarian army was overwhelmed with grain.

"Let them see how good we are!"

"Boom ......"

The infantry continued to advance, but on either side of them hundreds of cavalry had picked up speed, and they rushed towards Aetius's army with a heavy roar like a mountain torrent.

Their speed was so fast that it was impossible to aim at all, and in the face of the hordes of soldiers in front of them, the archers hesitated, to shoot, or not to shoot, this is a question.