"It's back, it's back!" At dusk, listening to the sound of ruts, looking at the mighty procession. While the soldiers who gave the order rushed to tell each other, Luga took the lead and slowly walked into the camp that was still under construction.

"A good harvest also means greater hatred." Luga muttered, a voice so small that only he could understand.

He walked past under all the eager and surprised gazes, and he had no intention of replying, and he had watched Kelly's back disappear from his sight. "You'll regret it!" The meaning of this sentence is obvious, so that Luga has to keep his vigilant heart under the presumptuous appearance.

The Saxons will retaliate, at least in the near future, and as for what means they will use, Luga does not know.

It soon darkened, but the city defenses did not stop there, and they used the soil and stones to build the foundation. Occupy the high ground, push it into a flat ground on top of it, and build a temporary side wall nearby.

After a busy day, Luga was a little tired, but in the darkness in front of him, there seemed to him too many dangers lurking.

The soldiers lit their torches and kept their guard, and there was no movement except the chirping of insects or the sound of leaves in the breeze through the trees, but it was like thunder to Luga. It was too loud and affected his judgment.

I kept my eyes open for a whole night, and when I knew that the eastern sun poked out half of its head, the whole world was now bright.

"Look, what's that?"

At sunrise, I saw a soldier stretching out his hand and pointing not far away, and everyone said that the soldier's fingertips looked over, only to see a large number of barbarian troops gathered on the lowland not far away. The black pressed a large area, and the huge "stepping" sound had already reached the ears of everyone present without taking a step.

"Here, here!" The exclamations of the soldiers came from all around, and Luga hurriedly looked around, only to see that there were troops on all sides, black and oppressive, their infantry arrayed, and a large number of javelinmen were quickly moving towards the barracks. They were so large that everyone in the room could understand that they were about to face a rain of javelins.

"Defense! Defense! ”

In the face of such a large battle, the soldiers panicked, and the centurions kept shouting for the soldiers to stabilize their positions.

"Archers! Archer! ”

At this time, Luga knew that he had to maintain his strength as a commander, and he shouted to the soldiers, dressed in scale armor and holding a bow and arrows in a semicircle.

"Shoot them, shoot them!"

The commanding officer could no longer hold his breath, and he shouted desperately, asking the archers to raise their bows above their heads.

"Click......"

A rain of arrows covered in all directions, falling on the approaching Saxon javelins. The arrows kept falling, but it didn't stop them at all, and they cheered each other on, using the little round shield as a shield, and kept advancing. Even though there were corpses lying all over the road, it seemed that the Saxons were determined to drive Luga into the sea, which was terrible, and Luga thought so, after all, he had tried it.

"If we can stop their javelins, we will definitely be able to stop their attacks!" Luga couldn't stop shouting, and the soldiers gathered around Luga.

"Luga, what are we going to do?" Andrew asked Lugar Dao.

"Disperse, disperse, find all the cover you can use!"

Seeing that the Saxon javelinmen were already in position at the range post, it was already too late.

"Defend against the tortoiseshell formation! Defend against the tortoiseshell formation! ”

Luga shouted loudly, but it was too late, he felt the whole sky darken in an instant, and he hurriedly raised his shield above his head.

"Da Da Da ......"

Countless javelins rained down from the sky, and the piercing force of the javelin was able to break through the shield in the infantryman's hand, and the sharp tip of the spear fell, piercing the shield in Luga's hand, and the javelin tip was less than a few centimeters away from his face.

And the soldiers were unlucky, and the sharp tips of their spears penetrated not only the shields, but also their arms.

The screams were incessant, and many soldiers fell to their knees in pain, but soon a second wave of javelins fell and knocked them down, never to get up again.

"Hold on! Hold on! ”

Luga shouted over and over again, trying to stabilize his already wavering morale.

During this time, archers, risking being hit by javelins, rose up and drew their bows and arrows to return fire at the Saxons who were slowly approaching below. But luck is not for everyone, and there are many people who win the bid and fall. Blood poured from their chests and necks, and they fell to the ground struggling, but to no avail, the red blood soon stained the ground beneath them.

"The Romans are nothing more than that, attack! Offensive! Offensive! ”

Kelly, the commander of the Saxons. Sain saw that his javelinmen had beaten the Romans to the point that they could not lift their heads, so he could immediately attack them with infantry to annihilate the Romans, after all, the Romans were already surrounded except for the coastal areas.

On his orders, the Saxon soldiers went into action, and they

"Stepping on the ......" only to hear the heavy footsteps sounding on three sides.

"They're coming! They're coming! ”

Malenius couldn't stop talking beside Luga, and he hurriedly urged Luga: "Method, think of a way, we can't just do nothing and wait for their attack." ”

"Brush!"

I saw Luga suddenly draw his iron sword and put it on the ground, he swung his sword and slashed the javelin on the shield, and slowly stood up and drove away.

"Let a man from a field regiment follow me!" Luga beckoned to Malenius and said, "Let the other field regiments defend on three sides as their own units." ”

"And what are you going to do?" How did Malenius Luga.

"Attack! Offense is the best defense! Luga weighed the iron sword in his hand and shouted to the Roman soldiers beside him: "Take up your weapons, the Saxons don't know how powerful we are, they try to crush us with the javelin they rely on for survival, but they are wrong, we are the real strong, we are invincible!" ”

"Whew! Call! ”

The soldiers were moved by Luga's words, and they raised their arms and shouted, trying to dispel the fear of death and blood in their own uplifting way.

"Come on, let them taste our awesomeness, come on, come on!!" Luga roared and slapped his shield with his iron sword!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The soldiers roared with their swords at the approaching Saxons, who resisted their shields and waited for the Saxons to approach.

The Saxons were not frightened by the roar of the Romans, they were savages, and the barbarians were warlike and bloodthirsty, how could they be intimidated by the intimidation of civilized people?

The Saxon soldiers with iron axes were the first to charge, roaring and brandishing the terrifying axes in their hands, which could not be stopped by even the sturdy armor of the axe. They roared and charged at the swift step, using their huge round shields to block the arrows fired by the Roman archers, getting closer and closer.

"Prepare for war! Prepare for battle! ”

The soldiers were flanked on either side of Luga, their shields and spears pointed sharply at the Saxons who rushed forward.