A torrent of more than a man surged down from the high ground, and this unstoppable force swept away the countless Roman soldiers in the rear.

Most of them were civilians, grew up listening to horrific Hun stories, and were not trained to rely only on a worn shield and a rudimentary spear.

This only makes them look more like civilians with rudimentary weapons than real troops.

Of course, the level they showed was worthy of the clothes on their bodies and the weapons in their hands, and when they formed a shield wall crookedly, they were naturally afraid of the oncoming Hun cavalry, making it difficult for them to resist the enemy.

Like a torrent of Hun cavalry, the Hun cavalry vented down, only to see one field regiment after another in the rear of Luga's army being submerged in the dust splashed by the Hun cavalry as they charged.

"Quick! Fast! Hold the line! Hold the line! ”

Seeing that the strength of the four field regiments was abolished in an instant, as a front-line officer, even Andrew, who was seriously wounded, could not bear to see such a situation in front of him.

Ahead, Luga was busy directing his army to surround the Hun cavalry that was about to retreat, and his army was braving the Huns to rain arrows from the Huns.

His archers also fought back with their bows and arrows, killing the lightly armoured Hun cavalry archers in large numbers, as their negligible protection against the iron-like arrows falling from the sky.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and it can only be said that Attila has mastered the very important high ground, where his soldiers are resisting the steady onslaught of the army of Aetius.

Andrew walked in severe pain all the way, and he couldn't stop patting the shoulders of the soldiers in front of him as the Hun cavalry in front of him got closer and closer.

"Alright, boys, hold up your weapons and let these unscrupulous fellows taste their awesomeness!"

The commander of the field regiment shouted to the soldiers, only to see them raise their spears up to five meters long, just like the Macedonians at the beginning of the dense formation, like the porcupine-like spearhead pointed directly at the Hun cavalry in front of them.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

Golding saw that the situation was not good, and he hurried to call the soldiers in front of him, but his voice was too small, at least in the midst of the cries of thousands of people around him.

The spear array in front was like a cliff, and the Hun cavalry, which was like a bamboo, could not stop on the road for a while, so that it crashed straight into the dense spears.

The force of the impact almost allowed the spears to penetrate their men and horses, and soon more and more Hun cavalry crashed into the dense spear formation.

The Hun cavalry behind hurriedly stopped, who would have thought that at this time, the Roman horn player sounded the horn of attack, and the Roman soldiers with dense spears roared and strode towards the Hun cavalry in front of them.

"Stand back! Back off! ”

The first assault had already cost the Romans nearly four field regiments, which was already a major victory for Golding, after all, this was a large army of hundreds of thousands of people, so it was a whimsical move to break up the Roman army with just a thousand cavalry.

"Can't let them go! Can't let them go! ”

Luga gritted his teeth and watched as his soldiers braved a rain of arrows as they fought the Hun cavalry as they tried to retreat.

These desperate creatures burst out with an astonishing desire to survive, and even though they were exhausted, they still roared like desperate trapped beasts.

Even though they were scarred, and every time they swung the blade in their hands, they brought drops of blood, but they still couldn't resist the continuous stabbing of the dense spears, and they were picked off their horses one after another.

Attila led his army to the heights, advancing slowly, not in a hurry to say a decisive battle with the Romans on Luga's side.

He knew that his army was not yet absolutely capable of shaking the Romans, at least in terms of opposing each other, which would take a lot of time.

Obviously, Attila could not afford to waste such time, and he only wanted to have an absolute advantage in this battle, and then let the Romans and their allies shed their blood little by little.

"Hold on! Hold on! ”

Theodoric rode his horse behind the belligerent line, and he rode his horse along the line unhurriedly, and over and over again greeted his soldiers, encouraging them to regain their spirits, and stubbornly meet the various tribes that rushed up like a wave in front of them.

The fallen corpses of the soldiers of the Gothic array piled up in a mountain behind the array, as did the barbarians on the opposite side.

Because Attila's vast empire was home to various Germanic tribes from the north, all of whom spoke Gothic, the roars of both sides could now be heard clearly and carefully.

It's like a civil war, a war within a Germanic tribe.

"Father! Father! ”

Feeling Theodoric's presence, Torres Montema hurriedly asked, "What do we do now, after all, these damned guys in front of us are restraining our hands and feet like mud." ”

"So, what are you going to do, my son!" Theodoric looked at his child Torrismond with a smile, "You are also an adult, and you can be regarded as the heir to the throne, and you are a warrior in your own right!" ”

"Let me command our brave cavalry!" Torrismon's gaze was determined, and he looked eager to try.

"Don't be in a hurry, my dear child!" Theodoric smiled and patted Torrismond on the shoulder, his eyes full of love.

"Look, Torrismon!"

Theodoric then pointed to the high ground on the other side of the battlefield, where the Romans were fighting a fierce battle with the Huns.

"Father." Torrismond looked back at Theodoric and asked, "Father, you want me to help the Romans?" ”

"That's where the battlefield is, Torrismont, and don't forget that we're staunch allies with the Romans, at least for now!"

Theodoric looked at Torrismon, and Torresmond looked at Theodoric, and in this moment, the father and son seemed to have reached an agreement.

"I believe in you, my son, as much as I believe in my right hand, you are so reliable, my son! I'll give you a squad of cavalry, and then go to the Romans and help them settle this matter! ”

"Leave it to me!" Torrismon held Theodoric's hand tightly, his gaze very determined.