The "torrent" rushed down and stirred up a large "wave", that's right, the "wave" was the Vandals who were knocked down by the fly, if they could block a horse, then a hundred, a thousand, they simply could not stop such a huge cavalry.

The Roman cavalry not only held back the Vandals' attack, but even pierced the Vandals' self-considered impregnable line like a sharp spear.

"Damn, you can't let these bitches run recklessly!" Gaisaric clenched his fists, waved his big hand, and commanded loudly: "Cavalry, what about cavalry?" Catch them up, stop them! ”

At the command of the trumpet, the Vandals cavalry roared out and rushed into the chaotic battlefield, fighting the Roman cavalry.

"Go, first array, don't leave our cavalry alone, bring them out!" Luga was also in command, and the heralds were busy conveying Luga's orders, and the horn sounded!

"Attack! Offensive! ”

The centurions led their hundreds, a total of ten, and they advanced quickly with their shields, charging into the chaotic battlefield from the outside.

"Blow the trumpet and order the cavalry to retreat." Luga turned his head and ordered: "This is my magic weapon for victory, and when it is gone, you will follow me to Trapani." ”

"King, the Romans have withdrawn their cavalry, or we will ......"

"No!"

Gaisaric decisively refused! He slowly stepped down from his chariot and took his shield and sword from the guardsmen, and Gaisarik weighed the iron sword in his hand, which he hadn't weighed in days.

"Luga, the adopted son of Augustus." Gaisaric looked down at the iron sword, and his eyes were hazy because of the rough blade.

"Before, I went from the north bank of the Rhine, to Iberia, to Africa, I defeated all the obstacles that could stop my progress, countless Roman generals were defeated at my hands, countless Romans died at my hands, I was invincible, but now there is a you, a hairy boy young enough to be less than the age of a regular soldier. No one has ever made me so embarrassed, never! Gaisaric said, his clenched iron sword trembling. I didn't kill you, why, why didn't I kill you in the first place! It's okay, it's okay, it's not a big deal, it's my mistake, I'll make up for it! So here we are, in the presence of this volcano, to decide the winner! With that, he ran all the way towards the battlefield, and turned back to the soldiers behind him and shouted, "Follow me, follow in my footsteps, let's take another Roman!" ”

"Whew! Call! Call! ”

The remaining Vandal soldiers raised their weapons aloft their weapons, abandoned their original formation, and merged into a large area of black press. "Stampede ......" The footsteps of thousands of people sent out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, savage blood rushed in everyone's veins, and the battle cry made their blood boil, making them ignore any threat.

"Die! Roman! Die! ”

Vast swaths of the Vandals poured into the battlefield, roaring and fighting with all their might. Only an array of Roman soldiers were struggling to hold on, and the Overseers frantically swung their whips and whipped the wavering soldiers, trying to provoke their anger and fighting spirit with the pain. Outnumbered, this is a fact, they are not Spartan three hundred warriors.

"Do you want to decide the winner in one game?" Luga looked down at the battlefield in front of him, and he drew his iron sword from his waist and held it in his right hand. The battle cries of the Vandals also made the blood of the Roman soldiers in the Roman army boil, and they all turned their eyes to Luga behind them, as if waiting for his orders.

Luga took the iron sword, turned his head, and looked at Andrew, who was also looking at him, looking at each other, the two comrades-in-arms who had suffered for many years could read each other's hearts without words, and reached a consensus at that moment. Andrew nodded in agreement, and Luga smiled, with a slightly hideous smile.

"The Vandals have nothing to do, they are only here to die, so that they can return to their unwarranted stinky kiln at Valhalla as soon as possible." Luga walked between the two formations, and he looked at the roaring Vandals at the foot of the hillside, and could not help but say: "Perhaps they will meet God and the singing angels on the way to that smelly kiln, and perhaps they will be able to abandon the foolish and unrealistic faith under God's influence, but this is not our business, we are only responsible for guiding them on the way!" ”

“die！ die！ die！ ”

The soldiers roared and flapped their shields frantically.

"Who is going to see God today?" Luga asked loudly!

"Them!" The soldiers replied loudly at the same time.

"They? Who is it? Luga asked again.

"Vandals! Gaisaric! The soldiers roared hoarsely, and each of them had bruises on their heads.

"Advance, defeat them, kill them!"

Luga swung his sword forward, and the soldiers roared down the hillside, facing the Vandals like two evenly matched fists slamming together, bursting with "sparks" of blood and minced flesh.

"Follow me!" Luga beckoned to the cavalry who had just retreated from the battlefield, and without a moment of rest, he turned to the commanding officer of the archers and said, "Go to the right and climb the mountain, and stop when you can see the backs of the Vandals, and that is where you will be in action." Before the officer could get the order, Luga couldn't wait to lead Andrew and all his cavalry around to a slightly flat place in the left rear of the battlefield.

"We're about to deliver the decisive blow to Gaisarik!" Luga said, taking a riding gun from Andrew's hand and placing it on the inside of his arm.

The mighty cavalry attacked again, and they rushed all the way into the back of the Vandals, after all, it was the army under the command of Gaissarik, and in the face of the impact of these thousands of cavalry, the Vandals turned their spearheads and forced the attacking cavalry to stop, Luga could not, but could only ride his horse and storm inside.

A large number of lightly armed cavalry struggled through the tide of the Vandals, and the barbarians at this time were as skilled as the Romans in tactics against cavalry, which made Luga suffer.

Luga stabbed again and again with his spear, knocking down every Vandal who dared to come forward, and the cavalry that lost their mobility was defenseless, and they were knocked down under the horses one by one by the Vandals' spears, but Luga still did not give up!

"Luga, stand back!" Andrew shouted from behind him.

"No way!" At this time, Luga decisively refused: "We only need to disrupt the enemy's formation, and then we can cooperate with the infantry to crush them." It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and we can't ......."

"Whew!"

At the moment of speaking, Luga felt a flash of silver light under his eyes, and a bloody spear stabbed out from his lower right, and he hurriedly raised his head, but before it was too late, Luga felt an unbearable pain in his neck, and then he fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Luga!"

Andrew was frightened, and he hurriedly dismounted and pounced, and kicked away the Vandal, who was about to make up for his spear.

Luga was lying on the ground, his left hand tightly clutching his neck, the spear was so fierce that it even tore open the chain mail around Luga's neck, and red blood flowed from between Luga's fingers.

"Damn, why is it a neck every time!" Lu Jia endured the pain and did not forget to tease.