The nobleman's face was stained red with blood, and his white face was all red. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 With a vicious roar, he vented all his anger as he witnessed countless Gepid soldiers fall from the ladder, fall from the ten-meter-high ladder, and fall into meat sauce, which is terrible.

He also saw countless brave Gepid people who were not afraid of death, and charged towards the city of Metz one after another, and on the city wall, several more Gepid warriors jumped up, they were dressed in shabby cloth clothes, but the bulging muscles and the dirt on their faces made them no less fierce than the Gepid nobleman.

The Gerpidians looked at the Romans hiding behind the heavy shield with a sneer, laughing at their cowardice, but in the next moment, a rain of arrows from the siege engines rained down on them, and the Romans who were heavily defended by the heavy shield did not suffer any casualties, while the Lopids who climbed the city wall were pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows.

The nobleman looked at his pierced arm with disbelief, and the other warriors in cloth clothes, not to mention, were covered with arrows, and they couldn't believe that this was an Allied attack until they died.

"Keep shooting!"

An Ostrogothic commander said with a blank face, his accent thick nasal. The Gepid who shot the arrows was just stunned, and continued to throw the deadly rain of arrows onto the city walls, wave after wave, arrow rain from different angles.

The walls were full of arrows, and the Roman legionnaires who were on the defensive were the absolute kings, and the rain of arrows did them very little damage, but the formation was quite scary and spectacular. Many Roman recruits trembled with fear, but the real Roman veterans who had fought with the barbarians in actual combat would not be afraid of these under the protection of heavy shields.

By the city wall, the Roman general was hunched over, constantly panting, fierce battles and dense rain of arrows made him find a place to hide, beads of sweat slipped down his body, he glanced at the dense barbarian army under the city, black shadows in his eyes.

His heart couldn't help but tremble, this was not an ordinary barbarian invasion, this was a huge wave, with thousands of city defense troops and a small number of Romans, it was impossible to hold it at all.

"Shit, shit!"

The Roman general cursed secretly, but he knew that it was too late to retreat at this time, not only would these barbarians not let him go, but the Roman government would not easily spare him.

His sword-wielding arm trembled from overexertion, like a dying old man. But his hand was still gripping the sword, and the blood on the sword was slowly flowing down like a stream, and his general's helmet had long since disappeared from the fierce fighting.

His body trembled uncontrollably, half from exertion, half from excitement and anger.

"A bunch of garbage, damn it, the Romans will not give in!"

He stood up again, and struggled to raise the Latin shield, but the shield shook violently, proving that his strength was exhausted.

"Come on! You bunch of shit! ”

The Roman general roared, and the soldiers around him were all inspired by the infinite fighting spirit when they saw the nobles and generals taking the lead. Their hands and feet were shaking from the loss, but they didn't back down.

A nobleman dressed in ornate cloth glanced at the embarrassed Roman general with disdain. The guard raised the round shield, and lightly tapped the shield with a short axe, making a thumping sound, and said as he knocked:

"Roman pigs! I'm going to disembowel you today! Look at the blood of the aristocratic idiot when what color it is! ”

The Gerpidian was defiant, but still looked at the tired Roman general and the soldiers behind him, and the experience of hunting told him that wounded and hungry wolves were the most terrible.

Behind the nobles of Gepid continued to climb the city walls, and the two sides formed a confrontational posture, ready to deliver a fatal blow when the other side slackened, and a steady stream of barbarians jumped on the walls, and the Roman legions were not numerically superior.

"Shoot!"

The Roman catapult commander roared, and the catapult mounted on the city wall began to rumble, and the catapult was wrapped in flammable materials, and after being ignited, it was projected, and the ignition power of this burning fireball was extremely strong.

Like a fixed-point cannonball, along the trajectory, bombarding the barbarians' siege vehicles and among the crowd, often a huge black shadow attacked, and the barbarians all retreated in horror, but such a rapid stone-throwing will still smash a big hole in the ground, under the huge potential energy and kinetic energy, these stone-throwing stones are like a fireball of destruction in hell.

Bang bang bang!!

The barbarian soldiers in the center of the fireball were bombarded into pieces, flesh and bones flew sideways, blood was splashed everywhere, and the surrounding soldiers were shocked by the huge shock wave, and their internal organs were already in a mess, lying on the ground and moaning constantly, and in the blink of an eye, they were trampled into meat sauce by the barbarian soldiers behind them.

The wooden siege vehicle, which is not sturdy, is even more shattered, and the huge siege vehicle, more than ten meters high, but under the bombardment of the fireball, it is torn apart, like a broken puzzle, becoming a piece. The barbarian soldiers on the siege vehicle all fell down in horror.

A barbarian soldier, standing on top of the siege vehicle, obviously felt that the center of gravity was unstable, he had already seen a fireball flying towards him before, and suddenly swayed, the entire siege vehicle obviously had a feeling of cracking, like a pyramid made of cans, splitting in an instant.

The sword in his hand fell from the siege tower more than ten meters high because of the sudden shaking, this long sword, straight into the head of a barbarian soldier whose helmet fell, under the powerful potential energy, the long sword penetrated from his skull, straight into the intestines, he didn't even scream, just fell straight down.

And the barbarian soldiers on the siege tower, he was no better, and finally fell down in shaky fear, a smooth parabola, he was shaken by the shaky siege he threw down, bang, the flesh and bones cracked, the head and body sank deep into the soft earth, his body shook.

An invisible shock wave spread out in all directions, and although the force was small, it was still felt.

This was not the end of his doom, as one end of the shattered siege tower smashed into his dead body, leaving him with no bones left in an instant, and the earth was laid to rest forever.

The casualties of this attack were far beyond Attila's imagination, and his eyes were now on fire, and in a fit of rage, he led the Huns to deliver the final blow to the Romans defending the city.