"We have no way back, we have no choice, fight! Fight! ”

Overseers rode back and forth among the advancing infantry arrays with leather whips in hand, shouting at the top of their voices.

The horn player blew the crisp trumpet of the integrated steps, and the soldiers followed the trumpet step by step.

"Stomp, stomp..."

The footsteps of tens of thousands of people were heavy, one after another like the roar of a barbarian before a battle, and like the beat of a drum, it struck everyone's heart, and even a soldier felt his blood boiling.

This time, too, the Holy See made a lot of effort, and saw many elderly priests standing in the middle of the army, shouting over and over again in their already hoarse voices and proficient Latin.

"If God is calling your name, stand up and fight for Him!"

"God is calling you, Rome is calling you, do you hear me, God is calling your name over and over again, Rome! Rome! ”

The priests called out over and over again, and dipped the laurel branch with the holy water from the golden basin towards the heads of the soldiers who passed in front of them.

Drops of water fell on the faces of each passing soldier, and they clenched their lips and gritted their teeth as they walked forward.

"Rome, Rome..."

Each of them was muttering, as if the name could give them infinite power.

"Caesar, are we really going to meet it head-on?"

"Yes, catch up!" Luga spoke firmly.

Attila looked around the battlefield and saw a high ground to his right, and he immediately said to his subordinate Goldin: "Take that high ground with Iru Ahman, and make it the center of our battlefield, so that we can have absolute superiority and ride on the necks of the Romans and beat them hard!" ”

"We must occupy the high ground on our left!"

Meanwhile, on the Roman side, Luga stood on his chariot and pointed the spear of Langnookis at the high ground in front of him and shouted aloud to the tribal leaders behind him.

"Caesar! Caesar! ”

At this time, the cavalry of the herald rode up and shouted to Luga not far away: "The Huns have moved, they will occupy the high ground!" ”

This is not good, Luga hurriedly beckoned to Diego, the leader of the Alans, and said, "Quick! Diego! Lead the cavalry to stop them! ”

Diego commanded, leading more than 2,000 Alan-Roman cavalry towards the high ground.

On the front of the battlefield, the Huns and Scythians came to a distance of less than a hundred meters from the Roman coalition and faced the slowly advancing soldiers.

"Click..."

Arrows like a torrential rain flew into the sky in an instant, and continued to fall in the slowly advancing army.

"Defense! Defense! ”

At this time, the centurion was slow to shout and order the soldiers to protect themselves, but even this dense number of arrows hit many soldiers in the necks and chests, causing them to fall to the ground screaming.

Even as the soldiers stood up their shields to defend, the steady stream of arrows caused the soldiers to fall one after another.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

The Overseers whipped the soldiers on the shoulders and backs of the field regiments with whips in their rear, the pain forcing them to suppress their fear for a moment and keep moving forward with a barrage of arrows falling from their heads.

Goldin led Iru Ahman and a large number of Hun and Scythian cavalry towards the heights that Attila had pointed out and hurried away.

In front of him, a large number of Roman coalition troops like a tide were slowly advancing towards the river, and Attila's army was also slowly gathering towards the other side of the river, and a large number of barbarian troops on the bank of the river were roaring loudly.

They shouted and flapped their shields at the approaching Roman allies, and the archers in front of them cheered loudly with every rain of arrows.

The cavalry of the combined Huns and Scythians had just reached the heights, only to see a large number of cavalry roaring from the opposite side, dressed in thick fur leather armor and holding up their deliberately blackened cavalry spears, and charging at them with a roar.

"Roar!!

Golding saw the oncoming Aran cavalry, and the invincible conquistador's appearance returned to his face, he roared angrily, turned back and beckoned the cavalry behind him to join him, kicking the horse's belly, the horse neighing, and speeding up.

"Rush forward! Rush up! ”

Not to be outdone, Diego roared loudly, tearing his throat to the point of hoarseness, his eyes full of anger, as if he wanted to avenge the hatred he had driven them out of his homeland.

Diego's cavalry roared loudly and followed their leader

"Click..."

The cavalry of the two sides collided fiercely with each other, and there was no lack of the sound of broken cavalry spears and cavalry pierced or knocked over under the horses.

It was as if two huge iron swords rushed out of the military formations of both sides, fiercely clash together, and after a very violent impact. The "sharp" sword head shattered into hundreds of fragments scattered all over the place.

Hundreds of cavalry fought fiercely on this high ground, and in the middle there were constantly horses and soldiers on horseback who had fallen to the ground due to their wounds.

The wounded horses lay on the ground, unwilling to die in vain, lying on their sides on the ground, shaking their four hooves and struggling. topmost

They abandoned their horses one after another, and fought together with a broken riding spear or an iron sword at their waists.

This chaos belongs to the battlefield of horseless cavalry, and the other follow-up troops can only bypass and expand the battlefield more and more. The follow-up cavalry continued to be stopped by the increasing chaos in front of them, and turned their horses back and forth to look at the cavalry in front of them who were constantly fighting among the corpses of the war horses.

"Walk through! Wear it through! ”

Diego roared at his soldiers, and the first to leap into the chaos on horseback, his soldiers following closely behind, spears raised and shouting into the chaos like a sword capable of piercing everything.

The Hun soldiers, who were still fighting, heard the howl getting closer and closer, and when they turned around, they saw only the horses rushing in front of them, draped in black leather armor.

"Knock knock..."

Huns who tried to get up were knocked to the ground, as rumors had spread that the people who grew on horseback were so vulnerable when they dismounted.

The strong and furious Alans swung their iron swords and scimitars, and one after another Huns lay bloodied on the corpse-strewn ground.

God bless them, and under Diego's leadership, they broke through the chaos halfway through a corpse.

The Huns, noticing Diego's actions and understanding Diego's intentions, drew their rifles and drew their compound bows from their backs aimed at the Alan cavalry, who were charging at them at a modest speed.

"Click..."

A rain of arrows fell from three sides, and the arrows in the center of the Alan army were overwhelmed, and people kept falling from their horses, and the horses of Diego, the king of Alain, rolled to the ground with a wail in the middle of his horse, and threw him to the ground.

Diego rolled on the bloodied ground, his unprotected arms and legs covered in bleeding wounds from broken swords and sticks.

These skin injuries did not make him give up the fight, and he lay on the ground, seeing the cavalry falling from his horse in the middle. More cavalry shuttled back and forth like small sailing boats, wielding their iron swords at Huns who tried to stand up one after another.

The Alans refused to show weakness in the face of the Huns' arrows, drawing their javelins and throwing them at the Huns, whose sharp tips and weight could easily penetrate the hard leather armor worn by the Hun cavalry and knock them off their horses.

"Order our archers to act!" Golding turned back to the officer who had given the order and said loudly.