The cavalry that charged the Burgundians roared, like an unstoppable force in the waves, and was now pressing down on the already chaotic Burgundians with overwhelming momentum.

These Burgundians, who had no formal training, no armor, no decent weapons, and were not at all soldiers, had finally lost the last of their courage to resist in the face of the sweeping cavalry after having just experienced the onslaught of the Roman infantry, and they screamed and cried and dropped the only pitchfork that could be called a weapon, and fled desperately in the direction of the Rhine.

The horn of the attack sounded again, and the speed of the shock cavalry increased again, and the already neighing herd of horses in front of this turbulent current was only on their backs when the cavalry held their rifles in both hands and pressed the tip of the spear to the height of a man's chest, and the cavalry roared angrily, they would give the final blow to this group of unyielding Burgundians!

Sharp spears pierced emaciated bodies in the chaos of the battlefield. They couldn't help screaming, and the galloping horses had already knocked them away.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

Not to be outdone, Andrew couldn't hold back himself, and with a wave of his hand, he led his soldiers to follow the cavalry in front of him. The Burgundian lines were torn apart, and the Burgundians who were surrounded along the Rhine had no ability to resist under the onslaught of the Roman cavalry, but could only scream, cry, and flee.

Wherever the shock cavalry went, life was harvested almost cleanly, and all we could see was the shattered corpses and the dying who had survived only in pools of blood.

Now senseless mercy has become a sin, but killing, the greatest mercy to save them. None of us who came after us were idle, stabbing their swords in the chest of the wriggling and broken body all the way forward. The grass on the ground was red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made me cover my mouth and nose with my hands, such a disgusting smell, those who can't get used to this smell will definitely not be able to control themselves and vomit, fortunately, each of us is a ruthless character who has experienced war, but there is still some dizziness from this smell.

Less than a hundred and fifty meters in front of us was the Rhine, and thanks to the help of the shock cavalry, we had an unobstructed view in front of us, except for the scattered cavalry, who drove the screaming women back and forth, and this war was like a run, all the way forward, until we ran to the banks of the Rhine.

"It's over?"

I whispered to Andrew, who was beside me, and gasped for breath, it was really not an easy journey, especially with such a heavy load of armor.

Andrew, the strong man really sold his strength, he leaned down, put his sword into the sheath, and took off the centurion horn helmet above his head, the sweat on his head dripping down his long, greasy hair. He was panting like a cow, and there was white heat above his head.

"Yes, it's over, Luga."

Andrew, smiled, he was so tired now, even laughing, laughing intermittently. Straighten up again, and look around, and we have basically routed them all, except for the Burgundian soldiers who are still resisting. Moving on, the frightened women who passed around them did not even have the ability to resist, so they could only flee in all directions. Soon, we were on the banks of the Rhine, where we would eventually arrive.

On the surface of the Rhine, countless civilians who have fallen into the water are struggling, and the seemingly calm surface of the river is actually undercurrent. They waved back and forth on the surface of the river and struggled, not because they couldn't swim, but because they were sucked by the whirlpool in the water, and they were on the verge of death, but no one tried to save them, and everyone could only watch them being carried away by the river.

"Look! Luga! Andrew pointed to the other side of the Rhine, in the same plain meadow, where a large group of barbarians with round shields and axes stood in the middle of the same plain. They were cloaked in hair and watched quietly what was happening here.

"Franks! It's the Franks! ”

Andrew shouted in joy and waved at the barbarians, "Look, Luga, our ally! Hey!!! ”

His excitement was echoed by the Franks on the other side of the river, who flapped their shields and cheered at Andrew, as if congratulating us on the victory over the Burgundians.

"Long live Rome!"

"God bless Rome!"

The soldiers joined Andrew's ranks, and really, it was as if everything was over, and such a protracted war finally ended in the complete defeat of one side.

I breathed a sigh of relief, not because of the victory, but because I was glad that I had survived the war, perhaps I would be forgiven and have a considerable period of vacation to relax, or that I would voluntarily resign from the position of centurion and take the few remaining Orons to the mysterious Genoa, where Tenaia would still be waiting for me? I don't know, anyway, go back to Ludinand first, and see Ana, this poor girl, who lives with her mother, must have a hard time, and I must lead her back to Genoa, although I dare not think too much, but it is better for her to live under my protection than to be afraid every day, after all, she is such a beautiful girl.

Oh, really, in such a short period of time, I even thought about my plans for the next few months, although I didn't show it on my face, but my heart was already beautiful.

God always likes to play tricks on the guy who is good at planning, so there is a plan that can't catch up with the change, but it's not, in the flutter, I turned around, and the scene in front of me made my heart tighten.

"Andrew! Andrew! ”

I quickly grabbed the fool who was still waving his hand and indulging in the joy of victory.

"What's wrong, Luga?" Andrew looked back at me with a puzzled expression.

"Look, cavalry! The cavalry is gone! ”

At my exclamation, everyone, including Andrew, turned their heads back, and at the same time everyone's mouths were wide open in shock, and the shock cavalry, which had been on a rampage, had disappeared without a trace, not only the cavalry, but also the infantry that had attacked with them slowly retreated on the slope that we could see, and even retreated to the position where we were almost charged. There were corpses left behind, and the scattered but slowly gathering Burgundians.

"What do you mean? What does that mean! ”

The scene in front of him made Andrew anxious, and he pushed away the soldiers in front of him, staring at the slowly retreating military formation.

"What's going on?"

Andrew looked back at me, he was now desperate to know the answer, why? Why was victory in sight and Antony, or rather Aetius, giving the order to withdraw his troops?

"Do you say...... "I look at the chariot far away on the edge of the jungle, and the people standing on it are so small that there is only a red shadow left.

"Anthony, are you going to take the opportunity to kill us!"

Ahead, the Burgundians slowly gathered and approached, armed with weapons they had picked up on the ground, glaring at them with angry eyes, and stepping on the corpses of their companions.

All this is thanks to us, so we, the two phalanxes, of less than a hundred people, will be sacrificed for their revenge!