The most difficult thing to figure out in the war is who will die in a blur as time goes by, and the guys who go to the battlefield are always thinking that it must not be themselves, but this is like drawing lots, and when the time comes, you will definitely die, no matter what your identity or status.

Diego was such an unlucky guy, he wanted to fight quickly, and when the team was about to fall into a disadvantage, he made a decisive decision to try to use the most direct hand-to-hand combat against the Huns' arrows, but his decisiveness led to his own targeting, and finally lost his life.

Aetius seems determined to help Luga with the consequences of this defeat.

A large number of troops slowly advanced towards the high ground in a neat formation, and they successfully blocked one of the Huns' attacks, which was a morale boost, and they had just entered the battle, so they had enough strength to cope with the second and third Hun cavalry onslaught.

Of course, the Hun cavalry that occupied the heights did not have such strength, they were short of horses, and the battle with the Alans consumed their strength and courage to fight.

Golding looked at the approaching Roman army below, and then at the soldiers beside him, gasping for breath and covered in blood, and they also looked at Golding himself, their eyes full of begging, presumably the meaning of this was self-evident.

Each of them did not want Golding to give another order to attack, and in their spare time they frequently looked at their compatriots who were lying on the ground and had lost their temperature.

At this time, there is no shouting and fighting, there is nothing to see death as home, and everyone cherishes their lives more after the fierce battle.

They knew that if they rushed down, facing the spears and strong shields of the Romans, such an impact would only make them fly farther and have no chance of surviving.

Goldin could see that his soldiers were already afraid, even if they had been the nightmare of many Romans, but it was only the nightmare of the Roman villagers, at least the Roman soldiers who came in front of him with spears kept roaring, and they were not afraid of them at all.

"Forward! Advance! ”

The Roman soldiers, encouraged by their front-line officers, followed the horn player to the rhythmic sound of the trumpet, advancing step by step, with each step they let out a low roar. This roar was more like an encouragement to themselves, and in the face of the supposedly invincible Hun cavalry in front of them, their eyes were determined, but more uncertain.

After all, there is no such thing as an absolutely brave soldier, at least before killing the red eye.

"The Romans pressed up, shrink the front, shrink the front!"

Golding was a calm fellow, or at least he could see the reluctance of his soldiers to attack at this time.

"Golding! Golding! ”

The Scythian leader Iruahman rode his horse to Goldin's side, looked down at the approaching Roman army, and saw that the heavily protected archers were now ready to shoot their arrows.

"Golding, what are we going to do now?" Iru Ahman asked Golding.

"Let's go to the highest part of the heights, where we will reorganize the army, after all, we are not ready now!" Golding turned around and smiled at Iru Ahman, then patted the quiver beside him, which was already empty.

The Hun cavalry, together with the Scythian cavalry, began to retreat towards the top of the heights, revealing all the corpses that had been covered along the way.

The Romans hesitated, after all, they were not sure if the Huns would return, and even the strongest ones could not afford such a high-level shock of zero.

"My lord, the soldiers don't know whether to advance or not, after all, the Huns and Scythians in front of them will rush down at any time, and such a powerful impact force is afraid that the soldiers will not have the strength to bear it."

Aetius' face was solemn, and although his ballista and trebuchet were ready, it was undeniable that these wringing weapons were not yet capable of throwing stone projectiles or cans of fire oil that far.

"It's a very unpredictable multiple-choice question, my friend." Aetius looked at the high ground, where the Hun cavalry was massing, and then, no one knew where they would attack without an opponent.

"Golding, now that we have completed our king's orders, are we now attacking the Romans who are advancing forward, or are we the guys who are getting closer and closer to us right now."

At this time, the cavalry rushing out of Luga's army cut off the rear path of some of the Hun cavalry that tried to retreat, and they cooperated with the infantry who followed closely behind to pick off the Hun cavalry one by one with spears.

"Go, order that idiot Golding!" Attila yelled at the herald behind him, "Don't you see that the Romans are slaughtering my men with impunity? Order him to attack the rear of the Romans, and I will let the reliable soldiers take over the high ground! ”

"And where are we?"

"Move towards the high ground, order the rest of the soldiers to move towards the high ground, because that is our main battlefield!" Attila turned on his horse and waved at the cavalry behind him, and then the huge army began to move slowly.

"Woooooo

A rapid and frequent trumpet sounded, one after the other, and soon reached the high ground where Golding was.

He looked back and saw only a large number of mercenary infantry running towards them.

"Looks like our king needs us to do more!" Goldin said as he saw a herald waving a black flag in the distance towards the rear of the Roman army on the high ground not far away.

"Whew-"

At this time, I only heard the long horn of attack in front of me, and in an instant,