"Let all the soldiers who landed press up, hurry up!"

Luga realized that Gaisaric was rushing towards him, clearly trying to take the troops they had just landed, and he did not hesitate to beckon his team to move forward to buy enough time for the landing force in the rear.

"It's a strange thing that Gaisaric didn't attack Syracuse from the sea with their proud navy." Hermanus was on the flagship, he received the message from the herald, and then looked at the battlefield, where Gaisaric was closing in, how to maintain parity in the face of such a disparity in numbers? "Does he want to defeat everything by relying on the army alone?"

"The army, in a semicircle, no matter what, can't let the Vandals get even half a step closer to the beach!"

An array of more than 1,000 troops went to the front line, they flapped their shields, but each soldier's hands were trembling, there were more than 5,000 people on the opposite side, and behind them was the sea, no one knew what would happen next, just followed the instructions of the regiment commander, formed a simple line of defense.

"Again, the rest of the soldiers, in the rear of the first array!" Luga commanded his centurions in a loud voice, and said, "I now ask you to stop the Vandals at all costs, and our help will arrive as soon as possible!" ”

Gaissaric rode his horse and led a large number of Vandal cavalry, on the left side of their ranks, and a large number of infantry armed with long contradictory cards at the front, who were only wrapped in animal skins to form improvised armor. It could be assumed that this was nothing more than cannon fodder for them, and they were in groups in the first row of the Vandals.

"Archers! What about archers? ”

Luga turned around, and then saw the battleship that was belatedly landed, and a large number of naked men with upper bodies or breasts leaking milk, each with a short bow and a bag of arrows, crossed the corpses on the ground and came behind Luga.

Luga arranged them at the rear of the formation, and whenever the Vandals charged, they drew their bows and raised them above their heads.

The distance between the two armies was less than five hundred meters, and standing at the forefront of the formation, Luga could clearly see the large number of Vandals in the black oppression. He carried the banner of the Legion and came to the front of the line.

"General!"

Hearing someone call, he turned around and saw the centurion closest to him. The centurion was young, about the same age as Luga, but unlike Luga, his face was pale and bloodless, and his lips trembled like his right hand holding a sword.

"What, are you scared?"

Luga asked him with a smile, trying to ease his attitude and ease the whole atmosphere. The centurion couldn't stop shaking, his head swaying, but he didn't know how to make a choice. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that Lujia will be angry, I'm not afraid, it must be a lie, and I want Lujia to see through it, I'm afraid that it will be because of his life.

"Then general, aren't you afraid?" The centurion avoided the question and asked Luga instead, wanting to see what Luga should answer.

This question made Luga hesitate for a moment, he looked at the Rabelan flag in his hand, and at that moment he lost his mind, although the flag fluttering in the wind was stained with blood, it still could not get rid of the unconcealable brilliance on it, which was the inheritance of Constantine's will.

(The Rabelan flag, marked with Greek letters and the symbol of Christ, the black ear Χρ, the flag of the Roman Empire, because the Rabelan flag was hung on a cross, Constantine I of ancient Rome chose the flag of Rabelon as the military flag, and gave the meaning of "invincible in the name of Christ".) ）

However, Luga's distraction was not due to a supernatural event like the possession of Constantine, nor did he imagine that a certain officer holding the same banner would only sweep through the old world, but the oil barrels that lit the fire, the soldiers who struggled and screamed in the flames, and the pain soaked in the biting river water. And the dagger, the dagger that stabbed him in the back, the image that once made people feel thrilling when he thought about it is now just commonplace.

"I'm not going to be scared anymore!" Luga pondered for a moment and came back to his senses, looked at the Rabelan flag, and couldn't help but smile. At least at this moment, his words came from the bottom of his heart.

"Occupy a high place, pull all the prisoners to the front of our military formation, move forward, move forward!"

The trumpet sounded, and Luga's 2,000 soldiers followed closely behind him, and the first row of soldiers carried the bound Vandals hand and foot, and advanced step by step.

"The rotation of warships itself takes a lot of time, so what we have to do is to hold on and not be crushed when the follow-up troops have not yet arrived!"

"Phew!"

The soldiers formed a shield wall and faced the approaching Vandals.

"Woooooo

The rough trumpets sounded on the other side, and the Vandals picked up their speed, they were about to attack.

"Ready! Steady! Steady! ”

The soldiers raised their shields and pressed their spears against them.

"Are you afraid? There is no more chance! ”

The Vandals were close at hand, like a mudslide howling from the ground, and the two thousand men formed a simple, silver thin in front of the brown.

"Prisoner, push up, push up!"

Under Luga's orders, the dozens of Vandal captives were violently pushed into the oncoming enemy army!

"Click..."

This did not stop them, and the captives slammed into the spears that stood forward, blood splattered on the Roman shields behind them.

It was they who killed their own companions with their own hands, but the blood aroused their killing intent, and it was the hatred that had been planted in their hearts for a long time!

“die！ die！ die！ ”

The Vandals are crazy, they don't care that they charge at a wall of shields full of sharp spears!

"Block them, block them!"

The back row pressed their shields against the backs in front of them, and they fulfilled their promise and set their sights in the direction of the Luga flag!

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The collision erupted with a huge roar, such a huge impact force, which made the entire "embankment" take a few steps back!

Countless Vandals were nailed to death, blood running down the shaft of the spear from the tip of the spear behind the shield, making it slippery, but instead of dying, their muscles flared up, cursing in incomprehensible language, and reaching out to grip the spear that pierced their chests tightly.

They sacrificed themselves, but became a ladder for those who came after them, and a large number of Vandals armed with tomahawks leaped to their feet on the shoulders of their comrades.

"Defense! Tortoiseshell formation! Defense! Tortoiseshell formation! ”

Luga roared, his voice a little broken, but fortunately the recruits were able to keep their composure, and they jerked their shields above their heads behind them, and caught the Vandals who were trying to jump into the formation, and the Vandals were not reconciled, they swung their tomahawks and slashed their shields fiercely, trying to break the shields under their feet with brute force.

Luga hid under the shield of the tortoiseshell formation, and stabbed his sword through the gap.

"Ah!!h

Hearing the screams of life, Luga saw the opportunity to draw back the iron sword and brought back a stream of blood. Then I saw bright red blood gushing from the edge of the shield, and heavy gasps coming from the top of my head in my ears. The man was dying, his life force running wildly. Luga was sure that he had stabbed the Vandal's leg in the major artery, and that he would not survive long.

"Let him down!"

Luga patted the shoulder of the soldier beside him, and the soldier understood, turned his shield sideways, and threw the dying Vandals at Luga's feet, Luga had no mercy at the moment, raised his iron sword, grabbed the man's hair, exposed his neck, and the blade of the sword against his throat, pulled violently, and ended his life completely.