"Archers! Archers suppress them! ”

Seeing that the Alans infantry were getting closer and closer, and under the constant blows of the Alan's archers, the infantry in the Roman army could only defend, and in the process of defense, people kept falling.

Seeing the Aran soldiers getting closer and closer, the commanders understood that if the Alans were allowed to move on, the infantry would be very difficult, even if they would not be tortured by bows and arrows. They were desperate to weaken and slow down the Alans, but when the archers, who had just recovered from their senses, stood up again and drew their bows and arrows, a large number of falling arrows knocked down many of them in an instant.

"Defend against the tortoiseshell formation! Defend against the tortoiseshell formation! Get ready for battle! Get ready for battle! The centurion shouted hoarsely, and the soldiers, under their command, formed a huge tortoiseshell formation, and they raised their spears on their shields to face the approaching Alan's infantry.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was less than fifty meters, and at the sound of rapid horns, the Alans infantry roared and increased their speed, and they ran faster with spears and axes and other various weapons.

"They're coming! They're coming! Matteorius, who had never seen anything like it, screamed, and although he was not at the forefront of the army, it was enough to surprise him by the shouts and heavy footsteps of hundreds of men charging towards him.

He frequently turned his gaze to Luga, but what he saw was Luga, who was on his horse, like a statue, and could not be touched even by the shouts in front of him that broke the eardrums.

Matteorius was puzzled, seeing that the enemy was coming, he couldn't even move, couldn't he think about the corresponding countermeasures? Did you just watch them call?

The distance between the two sides was less than thirty meters, and the soldiers at the front of the Roman formation raised their spears, because the enemy in front of them would rush in front of them in the blink of an eye, so they had to concentrate on the onslaught of the Alans.

"Woooooo

Another horn sound came from behind the Alans stormtrooper, and the horn sounded, and the Alans in front of them were divided into left and right groups during the charge, and the rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded in the middle.

All the Roman soldiers couldn't help but widen their eyes as they watched as the Alans infantry stood heavily armed heavy cavalry in the middle. They were dressed in heavy armor with chain mail on the inside, leather armor on the outside, helmets and other things with only two eyes exposed, wielding terrifying maces, which were actually wooden sticks studded with broken pieces of iron. There is also a copper plate hanging on the front of the horse, which is specially designed to prevent the enemy's spear from causing damage to the horse during the trap.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The heavy cavalry of the Alans crashed into the huge shields of the Roman soldiers, but the people could not withstand the force of a behemoth weighing hundreds of kilograms at a speed of more than 50 kilometers per hour. Most of the soldiers in the first row fell in the impact, and the soldiers behind raised their spears to fight back before they had time to support them, but the spears that were stabbed out were spread out by their vests.

The cavalry lying on the ground wanted to get up, but they were greeted by the terrible mace!

"Boom!"

With a swing of the stick, the must-have shattered helmet flew into the air with splatters of blood and flesh, landing on the faces of the Roman soldiers behind them. That was not the end, the Alans cavalry then advanced, their horses neighing, and soon crashed into the shields of the soldiers behind, this time without the impact of the front, plus the Roman soldiers clinging to each other.

The Alan cavalry on his horse roared and swung his mace and axe in his hand and slashed desperately at the Roman soldiers below him, because in his view, his head was full of heads.

Under the heavy blow of the Alan heavy cavalry, the infantry of the first row of Rome retreated again and again, although they resisted and kept stabbing at the Alan heavy cavalry with spears in hand, they also picked out a few who could not resist. But the Aran cavalry, with the infantry, pressed the Romans to retreat.

"We can't use cavalry to attack from their rear." There was silence for a long time, and in the emergency when Mateorius felt the fire burn to his eyebrows, Luga said this sentence without pain or itching.

"Hey, Lord Luga!" Matteorius was admittedly very anxious, but he patiently asked Luga, "How long will we have to wait, that is, will we just watch the Alans attack so brazenly on the heads of our soldiers?" ”

Luga looked back at Matteorius, his eyes full of doubts, and then asked Matteorius unhurriedly, "Is there a better way for your Excellency at this time?" ”

"I'm ......" Matteorius was momentarily speechless by Luga's question, but the killing cries in front of him reached his ears again, and the rich boy stopped doing it, and protested to Luga again and again: "I don't care what the hell is going on, in short, we can't be so indifferent to watch the soldiers die in vain!" ”

"It's a tricky situation, Matt." Luga shook his head and explained to Matteorius: "You see, although the Alans are fierce, they are also attacking us with impunity under the cover of archers, if we want to fight them and not fall behind, we must use cavalry tactics to attack their rear and blow them behind them, but their archers are guarding behind them, and if we want to recover the decline, we must confront them from the front." ”

"This sacrifices the mobility of the cavalry." Andrew then added: "Our cavalry can't match them, that's true! ”

"Isn't there any other way?" Matteolius was anxious. "Half of them are my soldiers, I can't just watch them get killed by the Alans!"

"Arrange for the archers to go to the flanks, and let the soldiers keep back, remember, it is a steady retreat, not a rush to disperse, and this is the end of it!" Luga commanded Malenius unhurriedly, turned around on his horse, and said to Matteorius: "Friend, you must not be impulsive on the battlefield, I have been impulsive and have suffered a lot!" ”

The Romans were beaten back again and again, gradually retreating from the very top of the high ground to the low ground, scattering many corpses along the way. The Alans grew braver and braver, and they shouted frantically as if they were about to win.

"Archers, release the arrows! Shoot the arrows! ”

"Click, click, click......" only heard the sound of the bowstring flicking, the remaining Roman archers waited for this moment, they were facing the Alans who rushed down from the high to hit the low, so there was no back of the Romans in front of them, and they could finally fire arrows at the Alans with impunity!

Bursts of arrows fell in the crowd of Alans, and many fell from the arrows, but the casualties were far from what everyone expected.

The infantry in the first column was already crumbling, and the large number of casualties and defeats in battle made them gradually lose confidence, and I am afraid that if one escapes, it will infect everyone like a virus, and then it will be a thousand miles away.

"Malenius." At this critical juncture, Luga turned back to Malenius and said, "I have an idea! ”