More and more enemies climbed the walls, roaring, covered in blood, with one or more javelins stuck in their backs. The pain that seemed unbearable to ordinary people did not show any discomfort in them, and they pounced on them with hideous faces, brandishing their battle axes wildly, burning their lives, so that the Romans and the Angles who were defending together were gradually defeated, and they kept retreating so that they could not hold this line of defense, and slowly retreated.

The Saxons poured in one after another, and many of them fell to the ground under the roar of rage, which still did not have the momentum to organize their attack.

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

Andrew yelled behind him with a whistle in his hand, and from time to time he took out the whistle and put it in his mouth and blew it loudly. The soldiers gathered according to the whistle, and they formed a defensive tortoiseshell formation with their shields, constantly looking for opportunities to stab the Saxon soldiers clinging to their shields with the gaps between their shields.

But this can stop ordinary soldiers, and it is child's play to face the tall and tall Nephilim berserkers. He swung his axe in both hands, and the battle axe swept through and split the shield of the soldier in front of him in half, and the soldier looked down and saw a huge wound on his stomach, and the chain mail was torn apart like a thin cloth.

Another axe, this time on the back of the axe, or at the height of the abdomen, with which the Nephilim jerked the soldier up, and then threw him like garbage in front of him.

The soldiers who witnessed all this were stunned, who could have imagined that this guy would have such strength They hugged in groups of three or five, but who knew that this Nephilim with both hands full of green tendons not only smashed the shield, but also cut the soldier holding the shield in half in an instant, and the huge impact force made all five soldiers in a group fall to the ground.

Seeing the unscrupulous Nephilim in the saboteur formation, Andrew could not sit idly by, and he remembered how Luga had killed the Nephilim who was about to take his life. When he looked closely, he saw the most fragile neck of the Naphuri in wolf's skin looming as if he had entered a no-man's land.

"Damn it! Fight! ”

Andrew roared, picking up a spear from the ground, and in order to prevent the Nephilim from inflicting more casualties in his own ranks, he had to face this formidable opponent once again.

Luckily, the Nephilim was only concerned with the slaughter in front of him, and did not notice the Roman who was approaching him with a blood-stained spear.

"Boom!"

He rounded his axe again, and after slashing a slice of people, Andrew was already behind him, yelling at his back, "Hey, you damn bastard!" ”

Although the Nephilim could not understand what Andrew was saying, he realized by his sense of hearing that there was an enemy behind him, and he instinctively turned his head, only to see a flash of silver light, he wanted to roar, but he opened his mouth but could not make a sound, and a fishy smell came up from his throat, and it was blood.

He looked down and saw that the silver light was a spear, the tip of which had pierced his throat and pierced his entire neck. Unable to breathe, the lack of oxygen caused the behemoth to crash to the ground, leaving only Andrew, who could not hold his breath from eating the spear covered in blood with both hands.

"Success, success!"

Andrew couldn't believe the corpse of the Nephilim in front of him, he hurriedly let go of the handle of the spear in his hand, and quickly ran back into the military formation, and worked with the soldiers to defend against a steady stream of enemies, and now the most difficult thing to deal with was the Nephilim with a javelin on his back, he cooperated with Alter, and rushed all the way, and all the Roman soldiers who dared to come forward died under their axes.

As the Anglo-Saxon forces poured into Seguntum's shattered gates, the sound of Roman trumpets sounded not far outside Seguntum.

Kevin. When Seon heard this, he hurriedly raised his head, and he saw a large number of military formations appearing on the hillside not far away, and they were lined up in a whole array. The flag he held was the dragon head flag that he swore he would never forget in his life.

"Is it finally here?" Kevin. Sein stood up from his chariot and looked at the large array of troops slowly approaching from a distance.

The sound of trumpets echoed from far and near, as if they were directing the army closer with their voices. The formation was nearly a kilometer long to the left and right, and a large number of soldiers were advancing along the horns, and the sound of "stampeding" footsteps could be heard from afar. Cavalry detachments lined up on either side of the infantry, armed with short rifles and shields. There was a station cart clustered behind the infantry, and the man on the chariot naturally didn't need to be introduced.

"Romans." Kevin. Theon looked at the chariot and muttered, he picked up the Dragon's Breath Sword and held it tightly in his hand, his eyes bursting with anger, but the corners of his mouth showed a vague smile. "Finally, here, I met you, this is an unexpected gain."

Kevin. The soldiers behind Sain saw such a huge enemy appear where they shouldn't have been, and they didn't hesitate, and spontaneously ran to Kevin without a unified order. Thane stood in front of him.

Because there is no unified training model, their ranks are very scattered, but this does not affect their combat effectiveness, they are originally a nation that relies on individual ability to fight. In the face of the approaching Roman army, their expressions did not show the slightest fear in it, on the contrary, they were eager to compete with the Romans, both older and younger.

A large number of lightly armed archers ran out of the Roman line, and they rushed quickly, aiming their bows and arrows at the Anglo-Saxon army that was blocking with shields.

A rain of arrows fell, which did not make the Anglo-Saxon army formation scattered, they kept cheering, holding a shield to block the arrows, and pointing at the Romans on the opposite side to insult them, anyway, using such a despicable weapon as a bow and arrow is a coward in their eyes, if it is a warrior, it should be a dignified fight.

The Romans stopped, and now they were separated by only a small flat land, where it was their destiny to become a sleeping place for countless people at any time.

The Anglo-Saxon army in front was roaring at the Roman army, and the shamans in the rear began to light fires and set up several cauldrons, adding herbs to the pots and painting the waiting Nephilim with purple paint. They seem to be preparing something, but they can't tell what it's for.

"Ha, this time, there are really a lot of people coming."

Luga stood on the chariot and looked at the Anglo-Saxon coalition army on the opposite side, their roar was clear to Luga, but he didn't care, because he found that these barbarians were so difficult that they didn't even have cavalry. Some are just a few rudimentary chariots, what kind of weapons is this?

"This will allow our cavalry to show off their skills." Lu Jia sneered, and with a "brush" sound, he drew his iron sword and pointed straight ahead. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of Luga, Kevin. Seon also lifted his Dragon's Breath Sword, pointing at Luga.

"Attack!"

Both sides roared at the same time, and at the same moment, the military formations of both sides began to boil.