"Theris!" Aetius called out to Theris, "Now, it's up to you to command the army, for you are so young that you may have ideas in it that I might not expect!" ”

Hearing Aetius's trust, it was already a great affirmation that he was given full command of the army, and the officers who gathered behind Aetius had a word, but they stopped talking, and they recognized Therius's command without criticism.

"Push! Push forward! ”

The blood-stained footsteps finally moved, and the soldiers who had escaped from the blood could finally breathe a sigh of relief without the blows of bows, arrows and stones.

The centurion patted the drops of blood hanging from the chain mail on his body, picked up the whistle hanging on his chest and put it to his lips and pursed it.

The shrill whistle reminded the soldiers behind and around them over and over again, and they picked up speed, stopping again and again to make sure they weren't too fast or even too slow to cause the formation to become confused.

The barbarian cavalry attacked, and they could not endure the massacre of the Romans against the defenseless slingers.

They swung all kinds of weapons in their hands and pounced, I don't know if it was because of their learning ability or because they saw that such an attack was indeed very beneficial.

They learned the way the Roman cavalry attacked, but they formed an even greater semi-circular encirclement, which was pushed over the flat ground with overwhelming momentum.

It's like a shark in the deep sea biting its prey, its huge mouth wide open, and the tip of the spear and the blade of the sword are like layers of sharp teeth in this bloody mouth, which is the most deadly.

Not to be outdone, the Romans stopped the slaughter and regrouped to meet the barbarian cavalry at the beckoning of officers and standard-bearers.

The cavalry of the two sides collided with each other, and the cavalry spears fought each other, and the soldiers in the first row of the two sides were killed in an instant because of the collision.

The battle intensified as the collision intensified, and the horses carried soldiers with blood-stained iron swords, like swimming fish in the ocean, and the swords were swung out, bringing out large balls of blood.

The person who fell from the horse is dead, and the person who is not dead can still stand up is his nightmare.

In the midst of the chaos, the sword has no eyes, and the soldiers in the melee only need to care about the moment the iron sword is swung out and see the blood and let their opponent be injured or killed.

The soldiers of the First Array, under the cover of the dust raised by the chaotic battlefield, advanced to the front of the battlefield, and they reorganized the tortoiseshell formation under the command of the centurions.

The centurions blew their whistles desperately at the scuffling cavalry in front of them, and although the whistle quickly disappeared into the roar of battle and the neighing of their horses, many of the cavalry still heard the whistle and turned around and understood the meaning of the infantry.

"Let them stand back! Let them stand back! ”

The centurion beckoned his men to make way for the cavalry to pass.

Seeing that the Roman cavalry had retreated, the barbarian cavalry was naturally unwilling to easily let go of this gang of murderers who had killed their compatriots, so they kicked their horses in the belly, accelerated their pursuit, and pounced on the back of the Roman cavalry.

"Dangdang..."

The horses slammed into the solid shields of the Roman infantry, as if they had crashed into the impregnable walls, and only loud crashes could be heard, but no step forward could be seen from the barbarian cavalry in front of the Roman shields.

"Kill them! Kill them! ”

At the forefront, the centurion held his shield in both hands, and in front of him were two tall horses, on which the barbarian knight roared a long list of unintelligible languages as if ordering the horses.

The knight kicked the horse's belly, trying to use the pain to make the horse rise up and speed away the seemingly impregnable defense line in front of him, but the horse stopped in place and could not advance or retreat, and the corners of his eyes were full of tears because of the pain.

The Roman soldiers, struggling to hold their ground, raised their spears and stabbed at the stopped barbarian cavalry.

"I'm just now discovering how foolish it is for our brave soldiers to stop where they are to defend!" Aetius, who had seen everything in front of him, looked at Thereus and asked with anticipation in his eyes, "So now, Theris, do you have any good ideas?" ”

"Of course, Captain Soldier!" Therese had some inscrutable confidence, and even his chest straightened up a lot after he was given command.

"I think we should expand our offense." Terreus tapped the scepter in his hand and said, "Only by defeating them in one fell swoop, no matter how many of them there are, it won't make any difference!" ”

Soon, this sentence came into play, and Thereus commanded the forces of the four field regiments of the second array into battle, and they attacked from both sides in an attempt to eat the barbarian cavalry that refused to retreat like sandwich bread.

It seemed that the Romans in front of them could not be shocked, so they gave up and retreated to each other's shouts. The appearance of the flight excited the Roman soldiers, who had just tasted the sweetness of victory.

"Woo-woo-"

The long barbarian horn sounded, and they could only feel the ground trembling slightly under their feet, and everyone raised their heads to look at the dust in front of them.

The roar sounded from far to near, the smoke and dust dispersed slightly, and only the barbarian crowd that could not be seen at a glance roared towards it.

"Defense! Defense! ”

"Boom!"

The soldiers raised their shields against the ground, raised their spears, and waited in silence.

The moment the smoke slowly cleared, an army of barbarians roared like a tide, and they didn't care about anything that stood in their way.

"Knock knock..."

The frenzied barbarians slammed their strong flesh against the shield wall of the Romans with shields, as if they had once attacked.

The defense line that the war horse could not shake was naturally not something that the human body could shake, and only the heavy impact was heard, but the Roman army's defense line could not be seen to retreat half a step.

At the moment of the enemy, the soldiers under the command of Aetius had to hurry to wipe the blood from the barrels of their guns so that they would not be too slippery to hold during the battle.

"No, we have to press the army and hold the line, we can't let them succeed!" Thereus cried out, her voice trembling with excitement, "Let them feel the impregnable defenses of the Romans, it's time to teach the damned barbarians a good lesson with the scorpion crossbow!" ”

"Click..."

A bolt of crossbow bolts was fired, splashing a large slot of blood in the dense crowd of barbarians.

But it was impossible to stop the barbarians from attacking, for they knew that if they did not break through this line, they would eventually starve to death.

For Aetius, if these barbarians were allowed to break through the defenses, then a barbarian kingdom might emerge from here all the way to Marseille.

"Press, push up the third array!" Aetius couldn't help it, and yelled at Therius: "Fight, until these barbarians can't move!" ”

The soldiers of the third array quickened their pace at the sound of the horn of the attack, pushed towards the front line, and threw themselves into the battle.

The battle lasted from noon to dusk, and the battlefield of both positions was already covered with corpses. The broken shields and the broken spears, the iron swords stuck in the chests of the corpses, the soldiers on both sides had stopped roaring, the heavy breathing was louder than the roar, the soldiers were filled with lead in their hands and feet, and they were slashing at each other with weakness.

Even so, the fighting did not stop as neither side was willing to throw in the towel.

At the rear of the battlefield, the wounded lay on the ground, staining the yellow ground in a variety of ways, like a huge blanket spread on the ground. The number of them is increasing with each passing day.

Aetius stood on the high ground with a cold face and looked at the battlefield near the end without saying a word, the cavalry was almost finished, the archers' arrows had already run out, the bowstrings of the scorpion crossbows were broken, and they could only rely on the infantry to attack!

"They are taking turns faster and faster, and the soldiers will soon be unsinkable!" Thereus reported to Aetius, his face full of remorse, as if it was because of him that the situation was falling from the ground up.

"Next, it's just a matter of God!" Aetius muttered, motionless like a statue.

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a long horn from behind the barbarian, and in the woods at the end of his sight appeared a golden eagle, which was ready to fly and lifelike, and shimmered with a dim golden light in the light of the remnant sun.

"Romans?"

Aetius's tone was one of disbelief.