In the end, the Hun cavalry in the rear broke out of the encirclement, and they formed a group of threes and twos, waving short weapons such as long swords in their hands for fear that someone would tear him off the horse. Like beaten beggars, they fled back to Attila's army, one after the other. They hid behind the infantry that followed, like chattering women, complaining about the difficulties of the battle at the front.

However, there were still a considerable number of people who were besieged there and could not get out, and the Romans were like glue that made it difficult for them to break free. The constant flow of Romans bogged down the invincible Hun cavalry, which made Attila wonder.

"How many of them are there?" Attila was anxious and angry, and originally wanted to completely kill the Roman army in one fell swoop, and the command tent directed at Luga, but the Romans actually surrounded the army they were proud of. Like teeth tearing at a thick piece of beef, the Romans who were constantly attacking on the front and back were like two rows of teeth, constantly "chewing" and "digesting" the Hun cavalry in the middle.

"Attila, your soldiers are fighting hard." The officer behind him reminded him: "They are helpless against the Romans, who stand their feet on solid ground like stakes, and we must help them to save them from extinction." ”

"Am I stupid enough to need a reminder?" Attila turned his head sharply and glared at the nobleman behind him who had just said something inappropriate, such a sharp look made the nobleman retreat like a frightened chicken, and the terrifying expression was displayed on his face, Attila was angry, which did not mean that it was a good thing.

"Order the following army to follow!" Attila turned around and said lightly, "Since they don't care about anything, I won't care either!" I'm going to see how many people the Romans have brought together to make them so rampant, and I'm going to wonder how powerful the Thracian field army with a different commander is. ”

"Woo-woo-woo-"

A few long trumpets sounded, and Attila's army moved. Roman soldiers from Pannonia, nomadic barbarians from Dacia, and Alto Goths from the Black Sea coast plus themselves, known as the demons that grew on horseback. The huge army marched along this not too open road, and their steps seemed to make the whole earth tremble.

"Kill them! Kill them! The watery, enraged Roman soldiers blocked behind the Hun cavalry, and they unreservedly vented their rage on the empty Huns in front of them. With a swing of the Spada sword and spear in his hand, he slashed the Hun cavalry and his horse to the ground.

But just as they were fighting hard, they suddenly felt the sky darken, as if a dark cloud had blocked the sun, leaving a moment of shade on the earth. Just as they looked back curiously, it was probably the decision they regretted the most in their lives.

The black arrows fell from the sky, coupled with the sharp "whoosh" sound that pierced the air, I am afraid that even veterans who have experienced a hundred battles will be frightened by such a sound, and they don't know what to do if they stand still.

Sure enough, the weakly protected soldier and his back to the sharp arrows instantly filled the back of the soldier with arrows, and his face fell in pain with a hideous expression. Suddenly, the land was full of corpses, and the corpses were full of arrows, and the white arrow feathers gathered together to form a chilling "sea of flowers". A large number of barbarian soldiers passed through the "sea of flowers", armed with rusty battle axes and iron swords, and wearing helmets made of heavy fur armor and bone.

"Hurry up! Speed up the offense! Speed up the offense! ”

The commanders of the spear phalanx saw the dilemma of the Hun cavalry, and chose to press step by step, and the seven-meter-long spearmen were also full of food and strength. Gripping the spear in his hand, he frantically stabbed the powerless Hun cavalry, picking them off their horses one by one.

The war horse without the rider is like a fly without a head, and the little weight on the back is not comfortable, scurrying around, but fortunately, the Roman spear phalanx is full of humanity, and makes way for these war horses without a master to pass by, as long as it does not affect the killing of the Huns, it is easy to say anything.

Attila decided to take a desperate gamble, and his army pressed in, like a heavy hammer, instantly shattering the Roman outflanking of the cavalry.

This left the few hundred remaining cavalrymen to ride backwards, and now the third array of soldiers was left with the barbarians rushing up like a tide.

"Phew! Phew! Phew! ”

The barbarians roared, their roars echoing over the cliffs, startling the birds in the distant woods to flee their branches and nests and hover in the sky.

"Stop! Re-array! Re-array! ”

The centurions blew their whistles, and the attacking soldiers had to retreat, but before they could get ready, they saw a large number of oncoming barbarians with hatchets in their hands.

"Not good! Defense, defense! ”

The veterans of the war have naturally seen the strength of these barbarians, and know what the short axes in their hands are for! Seeing that the enemy was close at hand, he hurriedly warned the others in the military formation, but it was too late.

"Whew..."

The barbarian in front of him frantically threw his short axe towards the Roman army. The axes swirled in the air like birds, flying straight towards the spear soldiers who had no power to resist, and the sharp axes easily tore through the armor on their chests and weak helmets, and soon many soldiers were beaten under the short axes, and their heads were bleeding and their brains were splashed.

An even more terrifying begins, only to see the barbarian soldiers pounce on them with their terrifying tomahawks raised, and the soldiers with spears immediately raise their spears to resist after the first row falls.

The barbarians, who did not care about their own lives and deaths, rushed into the rows of spears without hesitation, but the spears were so nimble that only the sound of "cough-cough-click" was heard one after the other, and the soldiers kept stabbing with their spears, which annoyed the barbarians. They drew their hatchets and aimed them at the bastards in front of them who had annoyed them with their spears.

Another flurry of axes swept by, and more than a dozen Romans fell to the ground. The barbarians pressed their shields in front of them and tried to push their way through the spear formation, but they managed to rush through the first layer of spears, and the second layer of spears stabbed them when they were not looking. But the barbarians were so numerous that they rushed in with their shields, so that the first row of soldiers with spears had to drop their spears and fend off with the short swords they carried with them.

They were all mercenaries, not to mention the technical aspects, but also because Luga gave them generous treatment in advance, which made their morale high and their desire to fight strong. Even when the barbarians rushed in front of them, they still did not flinch and actively met the battle.

This gave the rear of the army plenty of time to prepare, and the soldiers with shields and Spada swords lined up behind them! When they finally couldn't support the retreat, the pike darts of the follow-up troops on the retreating road gave the barbarians a good taste of being pierced.

Seeing that the Hun coalition was about to press to the Hot Springs Pass, Luga realized that Attila was going to attack with all his might this time, and in order to show his attitude, he also thought that he needed some special way to enlighten Attila about why this Hot Springs Pass was easy to defend and difficult to attack!

"Andrew!" Luga turned back to Andrew and said, "It's all right, order the soldiers!" ”

Andrew understood what Luga meant, nodded heavily, and then beckoned the trumpeter to blow the special horn.