A Gepid climbed the ladder, and when he reached the top, the first thing he saw was a sharp, shiny spear. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info The spears of the Roman army glow with cold light, a cold breath, and the breathtaking spear tip is about to devour the enemy's life at any time.

The Gerpid's mouth was wide open in astonishment, fear creeping through his heart, and he was desperate to stab with his sword, but it was too late, and the polished bright spear pierced into his mouth, the tip of which stabbed out of his neck.

The tip of the spear was dripping with blood and flesh, and the white flesh at the entrance of the spear was concave inward, and the flesh at the exit was rolled outward, and the Gepid seemed to have a reluctant eye for life. But his life ended here, and his journey ended under the city of Metz.

The Romans jerked out their spears, and the image seemed to freeze, and blood spurted out of the mouth of the Gepid, splattering red flesh, revealing the white bones of Nathan's skull. An unbalanced Gerpid falls down the ladder.

"Gerpid, forward! The cowards of Rome will be subject to you. Use your spears, your swords, your arrows, and your javelins, to put an end to the humble lives of your enemies. ”

Instead of climbing the walls, Aldaric took cover below, wielding his bright round shield and shining sword to inspire the courage of his soldiers.

One of the Gepid men took the lead, discarded his shield, took the sword in his right hand, grabbed the ladder with his left hand, and climbed violently with both feet, leaving the dirt on his feet on the ladder, and as he climbed violently, the dirt splashed, and the stucco with grass fell from a distance of more than ten meters.

The dust seeped into the eyes of the Ghpid who was looking upwards, and his eyes snapped shut, and the dust was squeezed into the corners of his eyes as the eyeballs rolled and the slippery liquid in his eyes, and the Ghepid wiped the filth from his eyes with his hands and cursed secretly.

"Hold the grass! Bah! ”

A mouthful of old phlegm spat out of his mouth, mixed with the dirt that fell into his mouth.

There are densely packed people under the ladder, waiting for the people on the ladder to fall down or climb up.

From time to time, people fell down from the ladder, and there were bursts of blood rain, flesh and blood fell drippingly, smashed into people's faces, fell into people's mouths, and slipped into their eyes. Bloody rain and bloody wind, salty and humid air with a solemn smell of blood.

At this time, the siege vehicle also arrived under the city of Metz, and seeing that the Gerpides could not be attacked for a long time, Attila waved his hand and sent the Ostrogoths, who pushed the siege engine and slowly approached the walls of Metz.

"One-two! One or two! ”

The Ostrogoths shouted trumpets and slowly pushed the siege engines, which moved like snails.

The siege vehicle had a total of twelve wooden wheels, six on the left and six on the left, the siege vehicle was mainly made of hardwood, and they were united with iron nails, the rough appearance of the siege vehicle, and a layer of leather, which was used to defend against arrowheads. Brown-colored siege engines run over soft ground.

Mixed with the crushed grass and the soft earth, the grass sank deep into the dirt, the grass swayed in the wind, and the bodies of the dead and the undead lay quietly on the ground, their hair caressed by the wind, and the corners of their clothes danced.

The battle cry is monstrous, and the battle spirit is like a tide!

An eagle, skimming through the sky. In the brown eyes of the eagle, the humans on both sides fought desperately. It flew swiftly through the sky, leaving an afterimage in its wake.

An Ostrogoth, looking at the eagle soaring in the sky, the shadow of the eagle left a trace of loneliness in his eyes, he glanced at it, and continued to charge, but he did not have the selfless fanaticism of the other Gepidians, but loss and sadness.

Knife to knife, shield to shield, swords to sparks.

"Romans! Array! God is with us! Glory requires the blood baptism of the barbarians! ”

The Roman general, who had eaten a bite of the red apple, held an ultra-light javelin, and picked up the Latin long shield leaning against the edge of the city wall, the Latin long shield was a wooden shield wrapped in a layer of iron sheet on the outside, which was a heavy square shield, and the ultra-light javelin, although it lacked armor-piercing ability, was superior in its range, reaching a distance of fifty meters.

"Shoot!"

Under the command of an experienced centurion, the first round of javelin shooting began.

The accuracy and range of the javelins were best guaranteed at close range, and the Romans did not fire javelins at the same time, but in a salvo of hundreds, mostly concentrated when the Gerpides approached the city walls.

Whoosh!!

The sound of breaking through the air continued, and deadly stingers were projected into the dense crowd of Gepids.

"Shield cover!"

Aldaric shouted, as the Romans stood up and threw their javelins, peeking out of their bronze walls of tortoiseshells. Let the Gepid archers, who were hiding in their shields, be exposed.

Round shields were grouped together to form a shield wall, and the Gepid archers stood up and began to rain arrows at the exposed Romans.

At a distance of twenty or thirty meters, the rain of arrows is extremely precise and terrifying.

Woohoo!!

The rain of arrows entered the Romans like bullets with tails, and the sound of arrows entering the flesh was extremely pleasant, and in Ardaric's opinion, this pop sound was simply the voice of God, extremely pleasant.

A Roman was stuck with an arrow in his stomach and calf at the same time, and the arrow feathers shook constantly because of the huge residual force.

"Ahh Damn it! ”

The Roman felt two snake-like things burrow into his stomach, and in his calves, he unconsciously took a few steps back because of the thrust, and the blood overflowed, and the pain in his heart almost suffocated, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

His teeth clenched in severe pain, his face flushed like a pig's liver, and his expression distorted, but he did not give up the battle, he was a centurion who had fought a hundred battles, a soldier who had survived hundreds of bloody battles.

He did not give up the fight, although he already knew his fate, he pressed the shaft of the arrow in his stomach with his left hand, and with a sharp swing of his long sword, he cut off the shaft of the arrow that exposed his flesh. The arrow at the calf was inconvenient to cut because it penetrated the calf, so now he suffered great pain with every step he moved.

"Onward! Roman! ”

He shouted loudly, his face was bruised, sweat was dripping, and his face was already red, congested.

A Ghpid jumped up the wall, holding a delicate short axe in his right hand and wearing a light and ornate piece of chain mail, a Lopid nobleman, who deftly dodged a Roman recruit's hard stab, flashed his body, and slashed diagonally at the white neck of the Roman recruit.

Poof!

A small stream of hot blood rushed out, and when he smiled and drew his short axe, a large stream of hot blood splattered onto his bloodthirsty face.