"Flavies. What the hell was Luga thinking? ”

Seeing that the Chinese army had been disrupted by the Hun assault cavalry, Luga still ordered the army to advance.

This puzzled Aetius, after all, stabilizing the military formation was an important basic condition for being able to compete with the combined Hun army in front of him.

Strangely, Theodoric, the leader of the Goths in the army on the right, seemed to have a close relationship with Luga, and he ignored the melee in the middle and continued to move forward.

These mixed barbarians were like outcasts of this war, struggling to support themselves under the indifference of the main armies on both sides.

"Woooooo

A short trumpet sounded from the Hun army on the opposite side.

O'Dorik, who was sitting on the ground, stood up, and he looked back at the Chinese army who was not far away from the order. There is an indescribable meaning in his eyes, and it can also be said to be meaningful.

"Alright, boys, let's get up, people!"

Odoric slapped his shield fiercely, beckoning the reluctant soldiers to rise.

At this time, Frederick, the leader of the Alemanni not far away, also stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and slapped his shield to greet the gray-faced soldiers behind him.

"Hey, Alto Goths!" Frederick waved his hand at O'Doric and said with a laugh: "It's time to meet your old enemies, look at them, they are really very powerful, look at their numbers, we are not more than half of them combined." ”

"Even then, I can still defeat them!" Not to be outdone, Odoric spoke, and then, as he slapped his shield fiercely, raising his iron sword in his hand and roaring loudly like a lion.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and rallied behind him, following Odoryk's footsteps towards the Visgoths who were getting closer and closer in front of them.

Not only the Alemanni but also the Altogoths, followed by the Scythians and many other tribes.

They were like a rolling torrent swept up on the plains, and thousands of roars shook the eardrums of all who witnessed it.

Even the priest who saw it with his own eyes, standing on a high place and watching the "tide" rushing up, was so frightened that he desperately drew a cross on his chest and prayed.

After a long time, the priest's mouth trembled before he whispered, "Oh my God, even Julius. Caesar and his invincible legions might not have been able to withstand the onslaught of such an attack. ”

Not to mention how exaggerated such an action is, but as a mortal person, no one will not be frightened by such an endless crowd.

"Look, look! The Huns have attacked the Goths! The Huns have attacked the Goths! ”

I don't know where the exclamation came from, everyone followed the voice, only to see the various Hun servant tribes charging in front of them rushing towards the Visgoths who were slowly advancing on three sides.

"Prepare for war! Prepare for battle! ”

The noble officers of the Viesgoths greeted their soldiers on their horses.

Hearing only a "boom", the front-line army of Visgoth stopped in an instant, facing the black and overwhelming barbarian army in front of them, only to see the fast and rhythmic sound of horns blowing in the Goth army.

They ran and splashed

The soldiers of the first column of them were half-kneeling and raised their spears at an angle of forty-five degrees, the soldiers of the second column raised their shields and put their spears on their shields, and the soldiers of the third column stretched their spears out of the gap between the soldiers of the second column and stood up from the gap in each shield.

Less than seventy meters apart, the Gothic archers in the center pointed their bows and arrows at the sky.

"Click..."

Arrows rained down from the sky and fell on the crowd like a tide. No one knows exactly how many casualties were inflicted on this time, but what is certain is that the void created by the dead and wounded was quickly filled by a successor.

"Enemy!"

"Boom!"

The soldiers in the formation, which stretched for a full kilometer, raised their spears sharply and aimed them at the oncoming soldiers of the various tribes. Seeing only this group of barbarians who had gone mad in the face of war, they raised their axes high, and were not afraid of the dense army formation like hedgehogs standing in front of them.

"Click..."

Only a corpse of flesh was seen striking the sharp spear, and the blood splattered like a waterfall on the grinning faces of the defending Visgoth soldiers.

The roaring barbarians are like the tide that crashes into the dam, crashing against the shield wall formed by the Goths, roaring with blood, crazy, everyone crazy.

The battle arouses the most primitive human desire to kill, and this desire makes people fearless and courageous, even the division of the king, the tigers of the howling forest cannot reach the madness of one percent.

"Die! Die! Die! ”

The Gothic soldiers held their shields and roared loudly, their blood-stained spears stabbing them in the morning.

It was like mad beasts tearing at each other lifelessly, flesh and blood, roaring and wailing at the same time.

The frenzied barbarians instantly overwhelmed the first row of Gothic soldiers, who, with their spears that kept stabbing at them, cleaved their shields with sharp axes, and chopped down the terrified soldiers who had lost their shields in a pool of blood.

"Look, the bastards who came into contact with the Romans are starting to become timid, they have lost the courage of their ancestors, and can only hide behind their shields like cowards and wait for our slaughter!"

Odoric was now on a high platform made of corpses, his axe in both hands, drenched in blood, like a feared god of murder in mythology, and he pointed at the Visgoths who were struggling to defend in front of him, and shouted insults.

The Alto Goths were encouraged by O'Doric, and they cheered loudly, as if to the wounds on their own bodies, and at the hands of the previous night.

They frantically stormed the Visgoths' defensive line, only to make their axes and swords drink blood.

The axe-wielding berserkers were shirtless, with all sorts of weird tattoos on their bodies, which they thought was the best armor.

They wielded heavy battle axes, and every time they rose and fell, a skinny Gothic soldier would be knocked off the ground or with great force.

The first line of the Viesgoths was in jeopardy, and the follow-up army continued to push forward, and the two sides were like two huge meat mills churning wildly, and life was passing in it, and no one cared, they only cared where the enemy was, and whether the enemy was dead or not.

"The Goths are under siege, Caesar, the Goths are under siege!" Malenius pointed into the distance and kept shouting to Luga, hoping to get his attention.

"Enough!"

Luga finally broke out, only to hear him roar loudly, and suddenly drew the iron sword at his waist and pointed straight ahead, "Order the soldiers, don't be confused by these things, forward, towards the Marne!" ”

"Onward! Advance! ”

The cavalry who gave the order tore their throats loudly, encouraging the hundreds of thousands of troops to continue to advance.

The Huns went even frenzied and stopped Luga's advance with arrows, and even Attila couldn't help but stare at the Roman army with wide eyes and surprise.

"Who are their commanders? What exactly do they want to do? A series of questions came to Attila's head, and he gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on the approaching Roman army.

"Crazy! What exactly does he want to do? ”

Theseus, Litollo and the others couldn't help but stare at Luga as they continued to advance in the rear.

"He's in a hurry, or is there anything else he has planned?" Aetius was also unable to understand what Luga was doing.

"Didn't he see his soldiers and allies paying the toll on him?" "Does he want to eat all the Huns?" ”

"Yes! Yes yes! Theris's words made Aetius suddenly wake up, "He wants to fight with Attila, he doesn't even think about his own retreat, this is the same way to end up, he, he, why?" Why? ”

Aetius, who had always been calm, found his heart pounding, "What should I do, and what can I do?" ”