Of course, in order to prevent the attack of the hussars, the Romans still made some efforts. On the left flank near the hussars, several brigades of Roman heavy infantry had already stopped attacking the Celtic array. Turning to face the hussars, they formed a defensive array to resist the hussars' charge.

The vast majority of the hussars' mounted guns, which had already broken in previous battles. But it doesn't matter. In the previous remediation process. Already heavy soldiers had entered the battlefield with brand-new cavalry guns. Restore the hussars' impact. And after a period of rest, the hussars and their mounts were able to regain their strength. Even if the combat effectiveness is not as good as at the beginning, it is almost the same - the impact of nearly 4,000 hussars is extremely impressive. The lightning and thunder charge was a slight overwhelm for the Roman hoplites, who were already in formation—at the first glance, a large group was completely overwhelmed by the hussars. And the remaining three brigades also lost nearly a fifth of their strength. This flank was almost wiped out.

"Damn—retreat!"

Seeing that the other party barely withstood this assault. The hussars did not love to fight, but shouted and cursed, urging their horses to turn away. At the same time fired at the Romans with cavalry crossbows and compound bows. They were ready to launch another attack to completely break down the broken defensive formation. Then come to the aid of their Celtic allies, who are struggling to hold on.

However, at this time, two events changed the trend of this war - and also broke the stalemate of the battle!

In a burst of cheers, and roars and unwilling wails—the Celtic array was finally chiseled apart by a group of desperate Romans! In the end, the Celtic array on the left flank was completely separated from their main force! The Celtic troops, totaling about 3,000 men, were dug out of their array. And surrounded on all sides, crazy attack!

In such a situation, the Celtic array was shattered in half! The attacking officer still roared in anger. Ordered their soldiers to turn around and form another small phalanx of super-long spears on their flanks to stop the Romans' attack - and even a group of Celtic Thunder swordsmen reluctantly launched a counter-charge against the Romans, hoping to rescue the friendly troops trapped in the enemy's formation. But these are completely useless.

- There are so few of them. Less pitiful. It only advanced a little distance, and then it was divided by the Romans, and was helplessly knocked to the ground in the face of a dozen times the enemy. Then they were killed, and even the armor and weapons on their bodies were stripped off as trophies.

That's it, on the frontal battlefield. The relative superiority of the Romans became an absolute superiority. The defeat of the Celts was only a matter of time before they were defeated - after nearly 10,000 troops had been killed, and with their empress having to go into battle to kill the enemy, the Romans finally had time to play with their numerical superiority! It's almost untenable!

The Romans could calmly fight at close quarters with their swords, maces, and spears. And the Celtic super-long spears became a burden at this distance. Many pikemen had to abandon their spears and fight the Romans with short swords at their waists. This can save a little bit of disadvantage. But they weren't professional swordsmen after all, and the time to train swordsmanship was much shorter than the time to train an extra-long spear array. So in general, the Celtic army was still at a disadvantage.

"Okay, soldiers, warriors of Rome! This is the momentum! Add more strength and crush these barbarians once and for all!" Seeing that his army finally had an absolute advantage. Lilianu breathed a sigh of relief and retreated to the relative safety of the second line under the escort of the Imperial Guards. At the same time, she shouted that her army would continue to attack.

The Romans were full of spirit and fought to be the first. And the Celtics are still fighting hard. But it is becoming more and more inadequate. However, this can also reflect the elite of these soldiers from the side. Even in the face of such adversity, very few people seem panicked or even flee in embarrassment. Instead, he still chose to stick to his post and fight bravely.

On the other side, another event that could change the tide of the battle was the Minotaur, the Minotaur, and the battle between Artoria came to an end.

After hearing the news that his army was in a bitter battle. Artoria was furious. And on the other hand, the Minotaur, after the furious energy of the moment. The physical exertion has intensified, and it is already a little overwhelming. Every time he went head-to-head with Artoria, the troll felt a dull pain in his arm. There were even times when it couldn't hold its tomahawk. And it's moving more slowly. The previous balance of offense and defense with Artoria has gradually turned into a redundant offense. On several occasions, if it weren't for the defensive effects of its heavy armor, it would have been hit hard!

Soon, Artoria discovered this as well—the armor on the Minotaur had become the most critical guarantee for him to avoid defeat. It abandoned the armor to protect the defense of the place. Dedicated guards for bare eyeballs and heads. As a result, it is guaranteed that no fatal injuries will be sustained. Knowing this, Artoria immediately changed her tactics. The black sword in his hand was changed from slashing to cutting. The force is clever, but it applies all the attack power to the opponent's armor. With each attack, you can break through the opponent's armor. And a group of attacks down. He was able to cut off part of the Minotaur's armor.

After a few attacks, the Minotaur's body was shattered. It was only then that Artoria began to attack in earnest, with his sword aimed specifically at his chest and abdomen, where the armor had been cut off. Let the Minotaur be overwhelmed.

"Damn it!" In such a situation, the Minotaur had to strengthen its defenses against those places. The move begins to tilt. At the same time, as Artoria's attack became more and more violent, it completely fell into Artoria's rhythm - and then, it was a killer move!

"Die!" Artoria swung his sword, forcing the Minotaur's tomahawk downward, protecting his spleen, before leaping to his feet. With his right hand, he wielded a great sword and pointed it straight at the heart of the Minotaur. The Minotaur was shocked—thinking that this was Artoria's plan. He didn't care much, and quickly let go of the battle axe, clenched his arms into fists, and protected his chest tightly.

- Immediately afterward, Artoria, who had just turned his back on his left hand, slammed into the last remaining single eye of the Minotaur and threw out an object - the broken spear head that it had picked up from the ground while the Minotaur was not looking!

I saw something flying over. The Minotaur let out a "pop" in his heart, thinking "I've been fooled!" It was too late for his arm to defend himself. He could only close his eyes, ready to dodge - but the spearhead was faster than it was! A moment of time was lost—it was too late to save it! No matter how thick the Minotaur's skin was, its eyelids could not be as strong as iron armor—and Artoria was desperate, I am afraid that the power of ordinary crossbow bolts was already surpassed! Then he heard the troll scream loudly. The broken tip pierced its eyelids and shattered its eyeballs...... Severe pain, and a world completely devoid of light, and extreme fear that he was blind!

"Ahhhhh!!!h

The minotaur roared in anger and wailed in pain. Wielding the tomahawk in its hand, it slashes indiscriminately, trying to slash its foes. However, Artoria had already expected the result with a successful blow. By the time the Minotaur was frantically attacking, he had already retreated into his own army.

The trolls attacked frantically, completely unaware of the north, south, north, and west, and completely unaware of what to do. Except for crazy attacks, crazy running, crazy tomahawk wielding, I don't know how to be good. The Minotaur, whose brain was in disarray, turned around, but rushed into the Roman army. The Roman soldiers, and even the Minotaurs, shouted that this was their army. But the crazy trolls didn't listen at all. Kill, kill, kill. There was no action other than killing. The Roman army was overwhelmed by it at once.

"Kill that shit. ”

Seeing that the Minotaur, who was originally regarded as a trump card, became the murderer of his own soldiers at this moment. Lilianu, the Empress of Rome, snorted softly, lifted her lips, and said something like this. However, no one in the Roman army dared to come forward to fight it. Even its people, who are also minotaurs, are reluctant to face this crazy creature. They are only willing to hide far away and attack it with bows, crossbows, javelins and throwing stones.

And such an attack made the Minotaur even more angry. It continues to attack, it continues to kill. A seemingly never-ending frenzied attack. All the bows, javelins, and slings that hit it could not stop it from moving forward. In the blink of an eye, it was rampaging through the array of the Romans for nearly an hour. Killed hundreds, thousands of Romans - and a few times reversed course and rushed into the Celtic array in a daze, killing quite a few Celts.

In a moment, the armor on its body was completely shattered. Expose the body full of wounds. At the same time, there were many bows, arrows, crossbows and javelins that caused new wounds on it. But it's still moving, it's still killing. Even though it didn't have much strength anymore and it was bleeding too much. The movement slowed down significantly. But if anyone dared to approach it at this time, it would still be able to crush that foolish fool to pieces

(To be continued)