"Don't be confused, stabilize the formation! Hold on to your formation! ”

The commander of the archer put down his bow, drew his iron sword and pointed it at his side, holding the bow and arrow high above his side, and the soldier was already sweating profusely on his forehead.

Words and blades are their means of threatening, and it is enough to make their soldiers, whether they are proud or afraid, as long as they stand firmly in place like a nail!

"That's the enemy's javelinmen, hide behind a shield, hide behind a shield!"

The barbarian cavalry in front of them was getting closer and closer, and their speed was getting faster and faster, and they only saw their hair fluttering randomly like tassels in the wind. They set up their javelins and aimed them at the archers in front of them, who were not allowed to dodge.

"Aim at them! Aim for them! ”

Aware of the threat, the commander hurriedly ordered the soldiers behind him, but his voice stopped abruptly as he pointed to the barbarian cavalry not far away.

He saw only a javelin through his throat, and he fell to his knees in agony, convulsing on the ground like a fountain of blood.

To the astonishment of the other archers, countless javelins had already rushed towards them, and the completely unprotected archers could not stop such sharp and deadly javelins.

"Stand back! Back off! ”

The archers, who were unable to fight back, continued to die under the javelins, and the killing made them dare not stand still anymore and chose to find refuge behind the shields of the first array.

The scene was chaotic, and the soldiers on the front line had to make way for them to pass. In this chaos, except for the archers who fell under the javelins, they did not see anyone stepping into the trap as they fled.

All this can be seen clearly by the barbarian leaders not far away, knowing that the Romans did not set a trap, so that no one can stop them in the way of advancement! So to be able to worry about a bold attack, well, the time has come for the Romans to taste the bitterness!

"Stepping on ......"

Archers came out of the rear of their infantry and lined up at the front of the formation, a huge number that Aetius could not help but embarrass himself.

The archers of a dozen tribes gathered together, thousands of them, and in the blink of an eye, they converged into a black and oppressive lake in front of Aetius.

This vast group of ranged soldiers rushed straight at them, and their weapons were also of all colors, including archers and slingers.

Without the Roman archers to suppress and the traps along the way, they made their way unhindered, facing the infantry who could not lift their heads and were pinned down by the cavalry.

They pressed into a distance of fifty meters, and such a dangerous distance was not a problem for them, and they saw the slingers shake the slings made of cowhide in their hands, and gradually accelerated, and the speed became faster and faster, so that the stones in the belt became as threatening as bullets.

The Romans thought they would be safe by hiding behind their shields, but they were about to be hit with an unimaginable blow.

"Brush, brush, brush..."

Layer upon layer of stones flew like raindrops, not like the softness of the "clanging" sound of smashing against the shield like a round thrown in your hand.

"Dang!"

A small pebble hit the shield and caused the soldier's hand to sink down, and when he came back to his senses, it seemed that the shield in his hand had been pierced, and the stone that seemed to be not threatening was firmly embedded in the shield.

Looking at this seemingly harmless stone, after the acceleration of the stone-throwing bag, it actually caused such a huge destructive force.

Fortunately, this is a shield, if it is hit on the body, this time there will be a pair of piercing, wearing chain mail may be more comfortable, no armor is possible to wear it, although such a wound is not big, but except for the advent of God, mortals can not clean up this wound.

It was very merciful to imagine that in the Fourteenth Twin Legion, the chief centurion of Guy, training the soldiers and even allowing the barbarians to carry dangerous stones and smash the Roman soldiers with no responsibility at all.

"Dangdang..."

There was a piercing crunch like hail hitting an iron plate propped up in mid-air, though the clanging sound made the soldiers shiver behind their shields.

Stones constantly passed through the seemingly solid shield and struck weakly in the face and chest of the soldier hiding behind the shield, like a fingertip touch, a woman's light kiss.

But this is enough to make them scared. They gritted their teeth and struggled to hold on, and the stone was like a heavy fist pounding against the shield in their hands. Some soldiers couldn't bear it, so they simply dropped their spears and held their shields in both hands.

Stones flew in through the cracks, like black beams of death and pain, piercing through the unprotected waist and chest.

The clanging and screaming continued to torment the ears of every soldier in the defensive line, their hands aching, and their shields were already riddled with holes.

"Don't be afraid! What is past will pass! ”

Even the voice of the battle-hardened centurion began to tremble, and under such a dense blow, whether it was a veteran of a hundred battles or a new recruit, all beings were equal under the fear of death.

"Huh!"

One of the soldiers' shields shattered, only to see his expression full of horror, his eyes looking at the shield in his hand that had already broken into several pieces, and he didn't have time to know what it meant.

"Snort..."

A dull voice sounded, and a new round of stones pierced through his body, beating a living person into a sieve, and the splattered drops of blood stained the gravel of the previous land in front of him even red.

"Make amends! Make up for! ”

The man fell to the ground with a bang, and the soldiers behind him hurriedly pounced to replenish him, but he was negligent, and a stone flew right in the center of his eyebrow, and the helmet was instantly knocked away, and the unfortunate ghost fell to the ground with blood flowing all over his face.

Death comes one after another, no one can survive under such a dense stone for too long, death is not terrible, but waiting for death is a terrible thing.

The barbarian coalition had no intention of attacking with infantry at all, they were trying to inflict casualties on the Romans with stones or bows and arrows. It is believed that the last fear will be like Satan descending and instantly breaking the proud defense of the Romans.

More than an hour passed with such a blow, the barbarians kept taking turns, and the fallen Roman soldiers were carried to the rear of the array and soon a human road was paved.

"Order the archers, give me to fight back against them at all costs!" Watching the soldiers continue to die, Aetius can't guarantee when they will retreat, it will take half a year or more for the trained soldiers, but the cost of operating in these years is no more than an hour on the battlefield, and no one can be indifferent! Turning back to Theris, he commanded, "Fight back against them at all costs!" ”

"As you wish, Master Soldier."

The horn hunted, and invisible sound waves reached the ears of every soldier present, and they understood what it meant.

The archers behind the shield wall signaled the last two rows of soldiers to remove their shields, and they raised their bows to string their arrows, but the barbarians were always one step ahead of them.

Before the arrows in his hands could rise into the air, the enemy's arrows had already fallen, and the sharp roar accompanied by the killing was like the scythe of death wielding a reaping scythe from the sky.

With a swing of the scythe, thousands of soldiers fell!