Half a month later, the Alans' army began to assemble, and their leader, Diego, did not know whether it was Gaisarric's order or his own assertions, and gathered his army from the valley trail from Malaka to New Carthage.

Luga had already built a fortress here, right on the road between Malaka and New Carthage, where two field regiments were stationed, with an army of less than a thousand men, and they could only prepare hastily in the face of the swarm, and all of them arrived at their predetermined combat posts.

The fortress was constructed in a concave shape to prevent the Alandis from attacking the gates, and to allow the attacking Alans to be hit on three sides while defending the gates. As a result, it has become impossible to occupy the fortress by attacking the city gates.

However, the actual number of Romans was not so small, and Luga himself was present, and an army of nearly 1,000 men formed two large phalanxes of field regiment units on the periphery of the fortress. There were only archers on the walls of the fortress, and the number of people inside was so small that it was in the single digits, as if to tell the Alans in front of them that the Romans only had an army to go out of the city to meet them, and there was no army to defend the city.

There were a thousand of them, and without the protection of the city walls, they formed two huge fixed tortoiseshell formations on the flat ground, which was tantamount to a very ridiculous existence in the eyes of the Alans, how could they resist the iron hooves of their horses?

The two phalanxes of the Romans faced the black and overwhelming Alan's army in front of them, and they were in full array.

"It must be that the Roman commander is too confident, only a thousand men, and he simply can't withstand our attack." Diego's adjutant said so arrogantly that Diego, who was observing from the side, couldn't help but smile smugly.

"Our king has already set out for Córdoba, three days ago, and I believe we will be able to make peace with him this afternoon." The herald was unhurriedly reporting to Diego, and the news was naturally a source of their arrogance.

"The fort itself is an obstacle here, and since the Romans intend to use their inferior forces to contend with us outside the city, we are more than happy to come forward and solve this problem."

"So what are you waiting for? Let's attack! ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

The rapid and incessant sound of trumpets sounded over and over again in the Alans, and the Alans began to deploy, with the infantry at the front, the cavalry on the left and right, and the archers at the rear of the infantry.

"Click......"

There was a sound of bowstring straining, and in an instant an overwhelming array of arrows flew into the sky and fell from the sky on the phalanx of the Romans, and only the clanging blows were heard, and many of the arrows were blocked by the shield and bounced off like raindrops.

"Stay together, keep the current formation, don't mess up, don't be afraid!" The officers shouted loudly, still trying to keep the soldiers under the heavy barrage of arrows in an attempt to control their fears.

Although they have the protection of a shield, under the sharp arrows that may take their lives at any time, even a veteran of a hundred battles cannot say that he can completely guarantee that he has a strong psychological quality to make himself as calm as a mountain, maybe he will be suddenly hit by an arrow when he least expects it, even if he hurts his arm or leg, if he is not treated in time, it is very fatal!

No, something went wrong in the tightly packed formations, and many of the arrows fell through the gaps in the shields, piercing the thighs of the soldiers or scratching their bodies. The soldiers who were hit by the arrows wailed, but they still endured the pain of their injuries and struggles, basically ensuring the integrity of the military formation.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The sound of horses' hooves rang out from the Alans' formation, and the Alan's cavalry, flanked by them, sped up and swooped down on the Roman formations below.

"Retreat! Fall back! ”

The front-line officers greeted the centurions, only to see the fortress gate behind them being opened, and the soldiers who received the order ran towards the open gate regardless of the formation.

The backs were the most vulnerable point for the soldiers, and now the Romans in front of them were like a bunch of deserters who had lost their armor, which was the ideal target for cavalry.

The Alans quickened their pace, roaring and rushing at the backs of the Romans who had entered the city, and when they were less than a hundred meters away from the Roman fortress, the Roman soldiers would not let go of the fat that was rushing in front of them.

At this time, a large number of archers suddenly appeared on the walls of the Roman fortress, and they opened their bows and arrows at the cavalry rushing into the recess below.

At this time the Alans army again sounded a hurried trumpet, which was an order to retreat, so the Alans cavalry heard it clearly, and they immediately reined in their horses and turned back before they could continue to go deeper.

At this time, the arrows rained down on their heads, and people or horses fell to the ground, but they did not go too deep, so they stopped their horses in time to get out of range of the Roman archers when they received the first blow.

"They seem to have fooled you, my lord!" The nobleman beside him said to Diego. Seeing that Diego's face was flushed with anger, he glared at the Roman fortress in front of him, raised the iron sword in his hand, and said to the infantry behind him: "Now, the Romans are like rabbits that have shrunk into the caves that they think are absolutely safe, and this is not a problem for a wise and brave wolf like us. ”

The soldiers cheered as they raised their weapons in their hands, as if they were thrilled to hear Diego's words. It was as if victory had really ushered in, and in their eyes, such an impregnable fortress was nothing.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

The long trumpet sounded again, and the blackened Alans army was seen charging towards the Roman fortress under a rain of arrows.

"Defense! Defense! Defense! ”

The commander of the city shouted loudly, and the Roman soldiers who had just fled back to the city had no time to catch their breath before they had to run to their combat posts and wait for them.

"Boom ......"

The footsteps of the Alain army made the whole earth tremble, and the Roman soldiers defending the city braved the rain of arrows that rained down, gritted their teeth, clenched their spears in their hands, and watched the flood of Alain's army getting closer and closer.

Inside the fortress, Luga and Andrew looked at the improvised fort defense map piled up with sand.

"My lord, do you need to let the cavalry move now?" Andrew asked Lugar Dao.

"Not yet." Luga shook his head, and then said: "Let's first send a field regiment of soldiers to be responsible for guarding the city wall, this time the city wall is reinforced, so there is no fear of standing more soldiers on it, as long as it can prevent the enemy from climbing the city wall, then they will not be able to break through the city gate, they will be difficult to resist the situation of being attacked from three sides!" ”

"Then let's do what the soldier commander wants!" Andrew said to the commander who was defending the city.

"Remember, keep quiet, at least not so that the Alans can see some clues." Luga then added.