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Ye Feng silently watched as the military formation in front of him was slowly surrounded, just like the Gelpid and Ostrogoths. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Attila led a team of horses and ran headlong into the Roman legions, which were now focused on defense and were known for their tight defenses. Attila was kept out by a shield wall of copper and iron, and he had to admire Attila's courage, and he used the solid shield wall as a piece of paper.

He led the charge, probably because the horses were tired, so although he wanted to be in front, he fell behind. Ten thousand horses galloped, the momentum was like a rainbow, the earth was shaking, and the yellow dust was rolled up. The yellow sand is all over the sky, and the war drums are noisy.

Attila raised his sword and headed straight ahead. The brigade's sedentary Hun cavalry, together with the nomadic Hun cavalry, formed a fearless charge like a sea of seas, but at a distance of fifty meters they were met by the Romans.

The Roman ultralight javelins had a range of fifty meters, and when the Huns were in range, Aetius had the drummers blow the drums of their shots.

Buzzing!!

Aetius's face was full of confidence, and he watched the Huns scurry like headless flies, and his heart was full of pride. He raised his head and drew his sword, his falcon-like eyes fixed on where Attila was. Because that's where the impact is strongest.

Javelins are projected like locusts, like dense toothpicks. Shot the warriors in front of the horse team into a sieve. But Attila still charged with blood, but javelins rained down again and again. Before they could rush in front of the Romans, they suffered heavy casualties.

"Retreat! Fall back! ”

Before Attila could shout, several Hun tribal leaders and nobles around him shouted one after another, and at this time, Attila was still in a dream, he looked at all this in a panic, and glanced at the bloody scimitar.

Tears rolled out of his eyes, his face was sad, his face was desperate, and he never dreamed that he would be defeated. He still had a hard time accepting it.

"King! Retreat! ”

A noble attendant shouted eagerly when he saw that Attila was still in a dream.

Attila then numbly pulled the reins and, under the cover of the other Hun soldiers, retreated to the rear.

And it was the Visigoths who really decided the outcome of this war.

A few hours earlier, Attila, having crushed the central Roman army, had begun to rotate to the left, trying to outflank the Visigoths. Attila knew the battle in depth, knowing that the Roman legions had long since declined, and that only the Visigoths could still fight, and if they could be annihilated, they would be victorious.

But the Visigoths repelled the Hun cavalry with a fierce offensive, and the Visigoths and Roman legions, on the contrary, had a large number of hoplites as the core, and the heavy cavalry charged during the battle, and the infantry then covered the kill.

Torismund, having taken over the leadership of his father and mastering the Visigoths, quickly began to carry ironclad cavalry from the top of the hill to attack the Hun cavalry.

At this time, the Huns were short of horses, cavalry was scarce, and their teammates were not working hard. A large number of ironclad torrents rampaged across the plains, but the Huns were not inferior, counterattacking with steppe mounted cavalry, and steppe heavy cavalry composed of heavy leather armor began to attack.

This wonderful battle was entirely a stage for cavalry.

The torrent of iron armor collided with the heavy rolling stones, and the brilliance of the explosion was unimaginable to ordinary people. Like a meteorite hitting the moon, the hard iron armor is easily pierced by heavy spears! Blood from the viscera was spilled all over the floor.

The man flipped on his back, because of the strong inertia, when the two horses collided, the man flew up from the horse's back, and then fell to the ground, being crushed into pieces by the torrent. The cavalry in the front row were killed, either pierced by spears, flew out, or fell from their horses, and some were entrailed by the earthquake.

"Rush!"

Torismund raised his sword, urging the ironclad cavalry to continue to accelerate.

After the first round of ramming, the cavalrymen dropped their spears and drew their scimitar swords.

Torismund went on a rampage like a gale, and within a moment two Huns were beheaded by him. After several rounds of assault, the stunned Hun cavalry ran dizzily and crashed into the Romans' heads.

Attila's defeat was decided, the Battle of Châlons had been decided, and the expansion of the Hunnic Empire had come to an end, and the west of Gaul was spared the invasion and poison of the Huns. The fall of night allowed Attila to avoid a complete defeat.

Attila led the Huns back to their circle of forces, and the horses dismounted from their horses to prepare for a defensive battle that they could not accept. Heartbroken, both the Huns and Attila fell into grief and despair, but the outcome of the war was uncertain.

Attila glanced at the Huns, who were sitting listlessly on the ground, ready to do a final act of defending his honor, and he ordered the horses to burn the saddles and all the splendid equipment, and Attila showed his fearless spirit and extraordinary bearing, the glory of an invincible conqueror who had never been before.

If the defensive ring is breached, he plunges headlong into the fire. Let not the enemy tarnish his glory.

But Attila didn't know that his enemies were just as terrified and confused as he was. The Visigothic king Theodoric was killed in battle. Torismund, the son of the old Visigothic king, who vowed to avenge his father, called on everyone to continue the pursuit of the enemy, but no one responded.

He had to lead a small retinue with him, and he was in the chariot of many Scythians, who were also a nomadic people. He had been thrown off his horse, had it not been for his strong body and the sworn death of several guards. He will never come back.

Aetius came to the Visigoths' camp and was overjoyed, for it was the barbarians, not the Romans, who suffered the heaviest losses in the battle, and the defeat of Attila.

And Theodoric's honorably dead body was found in the pile of dead, and his funeral took place before Attila's eyes. The Visigoths, banging on their weapons, lifted the old king's eldest son, Torrismond, with a large shield, and gave him all the glory.

The subjects of the old king wept over his death, but the cry contained joy and cheers, and they defeated the Huns. Torismund was crowned the new king of the Visigoths.

At the fire, there was Theodori, with his eyes closed, peaceful. After the funeral,

A military council led by the commander-in-chief of the Roman coalition decided to besiege the Hun king Attila until he was cut off from supplies and forced to accept a humiliating treaty, or he was put into an evenly matched battle.

The barbarians were soon dissatisfied with this cautious policy of delay.