"Look at you, Flavies. Luga, look at the good you did! ”

Seeing the Vandal army pressing in, Matteorius's situation was already precarious, and he couldn't help but scold Luga, blaming this bastard who longed for freedom for not being able to hold his breath, and causing him to fall into this quagmire that was not easy to get out of.

The Vandals army was on three sides, and their roars reverberated through the hearts of every soldier present.

"Shield wall! Shield Wall! ”

The commanding officers at the front shouted loudly, beckoning the soldiers to overlap on top of each other, so that the strength of the crowd firmly held the attacking Vandals out of the shield.

Luga wielded the Dragon's Breath Sword in the midst of the chaos, and every time he swung and fell, he accompanied death, and his skilled riders rode through the chaos, dodging the iron swords from the front from time to time, and mastering the weapons in his hands, and inadvertently stabbing the enemy to deliver the deadliest blow.

Luga faced such an enemy, he had to admit that the Alans were a people on horseback, and he couldn't help but parry the attack from the Alans, but even so, the strong breastplate on his chest still inadvertently showed a lot of scratches.

In front of them, the cavalry on both sides continued to fall with people and horses, and compared to the soldiers on horseback, everyone was more interested in the unprotected war horses under their crotches. Therefore, the sword fell, and the sharp weapon fell on the body of one war horse after another, so that whether the war horse was frightened or died, the cavalry on its horseback, which had no fixed measures at all, no matter how skillful it was, could only fall from the horse and become a trampled corpse under the chaotic hooves of the horse.

Luga was in it, he took a deep breath, and used all his strength to stabilize the war horse under his crotch, as long as the war horse did not fall, he could get some safety. But in front of him was an Alan-rider who had rushed out of the chaos, like a hunter lurking in the shadows, and locked on to Luga, an officer who was clearly dressed differently from the other Roman cavalry.

The Alain rider rode forward, as if he were one with the horse under his crotch, and he easily cut through the gaps that were exposed in it, and headed straight for Luga.

"Steady, gather together, and move forward steadily! Steady ......"

It wasn't until he was close that Luga saw the presence of the Alain rider who was about to hunt him, only to see the Alain rider raise his iron sword and roar at Luga. The blade of the sword shimmered with dazzling silver light in the sunlight, and Lu Jia hurriedly shut up, and at this critical moment, he suddenly raised his right hand and raised the dragon's breath sword in his hand.

"Dang!"

The sharp sound of the metal impact instantly stunned Lu Jia, and the sparks from the metal impact made Lu Jia's eyes blank, and the people and objects around him couldn't see clearly, and the impact of the slash made his whole body fall back.

"Luga!" Luga only heard Andrew's exclamation behind him, and then there was a violent ringing in his ears, and he suddenly felt the world spinning, and when he looked up, he only saw the blood-colored sky, and then the whole person fell to the ground heavily.

"Luga! Luga! Andrew kept shouting his name nearby, and the soldiers who were close to him hurriedly rode their horses to form a defensive ring around Luga to protect Luga from any Alans trying to approach him. However, when the surrounding Alans saw such a move, they rushed forward and made this the primary target of attack.

The sound of fierce fighting between the two sides filled Luga's ears, and his eyes were tormented by the violent ringing of his ears, which gradually diminished as time went on until they were replaced by the cries of killing around him. Luga finally regained consciousness at this time, and at this time Luga came back to his senses a little, and he sat up and stroked his head that was bursting in pain.

When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by chaotic cavalry, fighting on their own, fighting in their own way against the Alan cavalry that was constantly rushing in front of them.

As the cavalry was slain in front of Luga, Luga stood still, watching them fall reluctantly and take his last breath in a pool of blood.

"Luga! Cheer up Luga! Andrew rode over, and he roared, and reached out to slap Luga in the face.

"Smack!"

This slap was not light, but it suddenly made Lu Jia come back to his senses after shaking his head, and he clearly felt the position he was in.

"Luga, we are surrounded! Luga, we are surrounded! Andrew turned back and shouted to Luga, as if to inform Luga, and now Luga understood, and he slapped his forehead and scolded him for distracting him for so long.

He picked up the Dragon's Breath Sword from the ground, wiped the blood and dirt from it with his sleeve, and clutched it tightly in his hand. Faced with the chaos in front of him, Luga only felt his heart beat faster, his breathing gradually became heavier, and with it, he hesitated for a moment to finally take a step.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do Luga! Andrew asked him aloud behind his back, but Luga did not answer, but continued forward with his sword, and soon he was out of the gap among the chaotic horses and out of the defensive circle of the Roman cavalry.

At this time, only one of the Alan cavalrymen was seen waving a battle axe in his hand and roaring, and Luga faced him, and instead of dodging, he took a step to meet him. At the moment when the man made contact with the horse, Luga stooped down sharply, and saw the sharp and bloody battle axe slash across his back, slashing into the air. Luga dodged, but he didn't intend to leave it at that, and Luga flicked his arm and swung his dragon's breath sword to cut off the front hooves of the Alan's warhorse.

The warhorse, which had lost its front legs, wailed and fell straight to the ground, and also threw a dog on the mud of the guy above. Luga didn't give him a moment to breathe, but he screamed and pounced, grabbed the man, and stabbed him in the back of the neck with his sword.

The blood-stained sword body came out of the mouth of the Alan, and the Alanist didn't groan for a moment, and rolled his eyes and turned his back on air.

"Damn the beast!" Luga scolded, pulled out the dragon's breath sword, turned around and rushed into the chaotic horse and slashed continuously, he didn't care if he could kill the enemy, he just wanted to hurt the war horse, so that the war horse was panicked and fled.

Like a madman, he swung his sword and slashed at it, probably not knowing what he had slashed, and the horses of the Alans scattered in all directions, screaming and fleeing, and they refused to get scratched at the slightest approach, no matter how much their master steered it.

The horses collided with each other, and the Alans' line was in disarray, and they saw the horses desperately avoiding them, and then Luga slashed forward.

"Protect Luga! Protect Luga! Luga's frantic actions made Andrew so anxious that he beckoned the cavalry around him to move forward quickly, following closely behind Luga.

Luga slashed with his eyes closed like this, and actually cut a gap, and none of the surrounding Alan cavalry dared to approach him, because without long weapons, it was impossible for them to assassinate Luga at a long distance, so that Luga succeeded.

Even the strongest guy can't stand such a reckless squandering of his physical strength, no, before he has advanced far, Luga is already out of breath, and the dragon breath sword in his hand seems to be weakly on his lap.

Even though he was tired, his heart was still pounding, and Luga gasped, clutching his teeth and raising his head to stare at the Alans in front of him with red eyes.

This is an extremely dangerous fellow, and the Alans stared in horror at the blood-soaked Roman, who could not hide his magnificence.

At this time, the Alan cavalry in front of Luga made way for them, only to see their leader, Diego Horses, slowly appear in front of Luga. He held the reins of his horse in his left hand and an iron sword in his right hand covered in blood, God knows how many Romans he had killed.

"We meet again." Diego said coldly to Luga.