The Roman soldiers on the front line, under the cover of the large shield they held in their left hands, kept raising their blood-stained spears and stabbing at the Alans in front of them.

"Boom ......"

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and on the left and right sides of the fortress, the dust that rushed to the sky almost obscured the entire fortress.

"Chief, their cavalry is coming." The nobleman was reporting to Diego, and Diego's face became more solemn, and he saw the Roman cavalry appear behind the infantry in two ways, and they were like two sharp swords stuck in the backs of the Alan's infantry.

No matter how much the Alanish archers tried to help their infantry fire their arrows at the Roman cavalry, they could not stop the hordes of Roman cavalry from accumulating like a moving wall. In the face of such an impregnable "city wall", the Alan soldiers were in a mess, and their officers roared loudly and did not hesitate to make their voices hoarse and ordered the soldiers around them to form a defensive line, but the soldiers were in chaos because of the siege of the city, and they couldn't find their own organization for a while, if the regular soldiers they could spontaneously form a defensive line, but this was not the case with the temporary conscripts mixed with this, they didn't know what to do under the large number of cavalry.

The sudden offensive caused confusion in Alain's army, because there were too many improvised levies in it, and in order to stabilize the front, Alain's front-line officers had to grab the levies around them like headless flies and pull them into their own lines.

But the horses of the Roman cavalry roared and rushed forward in columns, and the Roman cavalry on them kicked their horses in the belly with their spears in both hands, and rushed straight into the Alans' shield walls with their weak shields, and their weak shields could not stop the frantically charging horses. Under the "city walls", all the Alan soldiers who tried to resist in vain were vulnerable, and they were overthrown by this rushing "wave", leaving only broken corpses, broken spears and broken shields.

"Romans, forward! Advance! Inside the city walls, there was a loud shout of killing outside the city, and behind the Roman soldiers who were resisting on the front line, Luga raised the dragon's breath sword in his hand, and led the two thousand Roman soldiers behind him to roar loudly and pounce on the Alan army attacking in front of him.

Such a magnificent counter-charge sounded, and the Alans only felt the ground tremble under their feet, and they immediately stopped their attack, and formed a shield wall under the orders of their officers, fiercely resisting the charge of the Roman infantry.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

In the past, it was the barbarians who attacked the Romans desperately and hit the shields with their flesh, but this time the Romans changed to them, and they frantically crashed into the shields of the Alans, and some of the Alans soldiers could not even support themselves and were knocked to the ground.

Andrew roared with the Spada Iron Sword in his hand, like a mad bear, relying on his excellent protection to knock over the two shield-wielding Alan soldiers, wielding the iron sword and slashing like if it was in a no-man's land.

The gap in the Alan's shield wall was fatal, only to see Andrew grab the neck of an Alan soldier who was still beside him and slam him to the ground. The Alan soldier didn't come back to his senses at all, his face was full of pain, and Andrew didn't give him any chance to be nostalgic, got up, stretched out his foot and stomped on the neck of the Alan soldier.

"Click!"

With so much force that the Alan soldier's neck was broken alive, he finally reluctantly swallowed his last breath. The Alans' shield walls were torn apart, and they had to engage the Romans in hand-to-hand combat with iron swords or daggers, and the whole scene was chaotic, and it is certain that the Romans had absolute superiority.

Reinvigorated Roman soldiers roared and rushed up the newly fallen walls with their bloody swords, and they pushed the Alans off the walls with their shields.

"We are the people of Rome! It was the Alans who forced us to fight, we are the people of Rome, I beg you, have mercy on us! Seeing that the tide was turning, the levies in Alain's army cried and laid down their weapons, and the damned fellows fell to their knees and shivered.

"Kill them! Kill them! Luga shouted and ordered his soldiers, "The battlefield is changing rapidly, and we can't distinguish between friend and foe, so we simply kill all of them." ”

Without even giving themselves a chance to defend themselves, the poor fellows were chopped to the ground by the rushing Roman soldiers, and stopped breathing in a pool of blood and trampling on countless feet. Whoever let them take up arms to attack the Roman fortresses, no one cares who is whose people in the war.

The Alain soldiers were losing ground and the line was quickly pushed back to the gates, and if it weren't for the hoarse shouts of their officers trying to stabilize them, they would have fled with their lives.

The Alans infantry reformed a new shield wall under the command of their officers, and they managed to withstand the Roman cavalry, which was lacking in strength.

"Your soldiers are shaking, chief!" Diego's close nobles, the leader of Alain, reminded Diego that of course he could see the situation clearly, and the Roman cavalry and infantry were working closely together to make the Alain infantry suffer a beautiful taper and hammer tactic.

"Order our cavalry to advance!" Diego turned his head to look at the herald officer beside him and said, "We can't let our soldiers run away!" ”。 The herald officer nodded and blew his horn loudly, only to see the bearer of the Alan's cavalry shouting loudly, raising his flag and pointing directly at the back of the Roman cavalry in front.

With a desperate recharge, many Roman cavalry accidentally stumbled and fell under the shield wall of the Alans, who hugged together and fought back with their iron swords at the Roman cavalry on horseback.

At this time, Alain's cavalry arrived, and they rode into the stopped Roman cavalry, and now it seemed that the Roman cavalry was caught in an embarrassing situation of being caught between two sides.

The Alan's infantry, led by their officers, formed a line of defense under the city gates, resisting the Roman infantry attack to the death, and now the two sides entered a stalemate.

Luga knew that if he didn't defeat the Alan infantry in front of him in the fastest time, he could only watch his cavalry fall under the butcher's knife of the Alan cavalry one by one. He couldn't bear it, the cavalry was his lifeblood. He shouted orders to the soldiers, but no one knew what to do.

"Support them! Support them! ”

At this time, Luga looked at Andrew, who was red with blood beside him, it seemed that he had spent a lot of strength, panting like a red bull that had just finished galloping, and then looked at the other soldiers behind him, although they were a little tired, but from their firm eyes, they could see that they were the soldiers who absolutely obeyed them.

"So, let's get started!" Luga nodded at them and trotted up the walls, the soldiers following closely behind.

"Jump down from above, land on the top of the heads of these bitches, cut off their back way to guard the city gate, let our soldiers break through the city gate, success or failure in one fell swoop." As soon as Luga climbed the wall, the soldiers roared as if to cheer themselves up, and they climbed the wall and jumped up.

The Alan soldiers, who were supporting each other, were suddenly knocked to the ground by heavy "objects", and when they looked at it, they turned out to be Romans, some of them crashed into the spears erected by the Alans and died directly, and the living endured the pain and struggled to get up from the dying Alans, and slashed at the necks of the Alan soldiers who were facing away from them.

The Alans were taken by surprise by such a sudden blow, they were slaughtered without their knowledge, the gates were opened, the Roman soldiers rushed out with a roar, and the Alans completely lost the courage to resist and fled under the iron sword of the Romans.