"Light a fire, burn them!"

At the top of the watchtower, a flag commander with a horsehair helmet on his head waved the military flag in his hand, and the archers standing behind the fence pulled out the arrows on the ground and lit them on the torches.

With the sound of a heavy machine, clay pots filled with ignition agent flew out, watching those clay pots with bright traces explode in mid-air dazzling "flowers", in exchange for a rain of fire falling from the sky and a terrible scream, there were burning flames everywhere, and the "rain of death" made the barbarian warriors have nowhere to hide!

Everywhere there were panicked figures dodging in all directions, and the barbarian warriors who had charged at the front fell into the snow one after another wailing, and none of them got up.

"Rush, rush over, kill them all!" The sound of death and explosions not only did not frighten the leader of the tribe, but completely angered him, and his eyes were red, waving the long-handled axe in his hand, and howling hoarsely: "Blood debt and blood are paid, and there is no one left-!"

"Leave no one behind-!!!"

The barbarian warriors, who had also been spurred wild by blood, responded to their leader with the most ferocious roar, like waves rolling up in the wasteland, crashing against the fence that seemed to be vulnerable at all.

But beyond the fence were long trenches and stakes—the barbarian warriors who tried to leap over the trench fell into the trench with a wail, and were pierced through their chests by the stakes that had been erected. Only a terrible scream was left in the ears of the brothers beside him. It turned into a cold corpse.

In front of the trench, the barbarian warriors were constantly stopped, and the barbarian warriors were pierced into hedgehogs by the rain of arrows fired by the "concentrated fire" - the trench, which was only three meters wide, became a silent scythe. Cut these fierce barbarian warriors to blood, and when the furious Abius crossed the trench, only half of the guards were left beside him!

"Stand back!" Lepinus drew his sword, took the shield from the hand of an attendant behind him, and stood in the first column of the formation. Compared to the earth-colored recruits, the veterans of the first and second flag regiments looked much more stable, although they were equally afraid. But he was still able to obey the order perfectly, propping up the shield layer by layer, and retreating less than half a meter in order.

Watching the barbarian warriors screaming and screaming over the fence covered in blood, a sneer flashed across Repinus's face: "Javelin, shoot!"

The barbarian warriors who had just stormed the barracks fell in front of the fence screaming like wheat in the javelins and "rain of arrows" flying in all directions, and Repinus, who had finished throwing the javelins, struck his shield with the hilt of his sword, and the veterans of the legion, who were shouting, raised their shields and pushed them up like moving walls. The few remaining barbarian warriors were squeezed to the edge of the fence, and their sharp broadswords stabbed through the gaps in their shields. Those who resisted stubbornly slowly turned into corpses in one place.

Behind the fences, the terrified recruits had long forgotten the orders from behind, and one by one they were eager to stick their shields to the enemy's practice, and the spears and broadswords in their hands stabbed out of the cracks in the fence as if they were dead, or they held the spears in their backhands and stabbed to death those enemies who tried to climb over the wall from top to bottom, and even forgot that the guy they stabbed had already turned into a corpse.

The cries and wails of the battle, like the waves of the rising tide, echoed endlessly around the entire camp, and the front of the fence was already full of corpses, and the bones of the barbarian warriors were almost piled up in the trench, and behind the wall, the bones of both sides had already been entangled together, dragging the intestines with blood, and the enemy died together!

"Rush over, rush over, kill them all—!" Abiu, who was still roaring excitedly, kept waving behind him, and the barbarian warriors who heard the leader's call jumped over the trench one after another, stepping on the corpses of the brothers in front of them and climbing over the fence, fighting with the soldiers hiding in the camp.

"Rush, let them pay for their blood debts-!" Abiu, who was screaming and fighting, smashed the long-handled axe in his hand into a hole in the ground, and just wanted to rush over, his body shook violently, but he was grabbed by the arm by the hand that came from behind, and dragged him hard.

"Coward Gracchus, do you want to rebel?!" Abiu, who was interrupted, turned his head and glared angrily at Gragu behind him, roaring loudly like a fried lion, and even sprayed spit stars in his face: "Let go of me, you coward, even the Turin dog is afraid of the coward!"

"Coward, I don't want to watch you die, brainless idiot!" Gragu sneered, not giving him a chance to explain: "These Turines have long known that we will attack tonight, and they have dug a trap and are waiting for you to jump in!"

"Trap?" Abiu's blood-covered face showed a little confusion, and then he laughed mockingly: "I think you're scared, useless thing!"

"Shut up!" Gracchus slapped Abio in the face, and before he could fight back, the hilt of his knife knocked him unconscious, and he fell headlong into the snowdrift, glaring at the bastard panting—if it weren't for the fear that he and his brothers would have been implicated, he would have wanted to throw this guy here with everyone to die!

The earth is shaking?

The vibration from his feet made Gragus's expression, which was still full of anger just now, flash a trace of horror, but it was only a moment of distraction, when he turned his head in the direction of the vibration, what he saw was a red cross flag on a black background waving in the wind under the starry sky in the flying snow!

"Charge, for Edward Witwood!!!"

The dull sound of trumpets echoed in my ears, and the sound of horses' hooves was like a rain of thunder - the barbarian warriors who rushed towards the gate of the camp were cut down to the ground like pieces of paper, and only the mournful screams of death could be heard under the trampling of the horses' hooves!

In the blink of an eye, the army of barbarian warriors, who had just been unstoppable, began to crumble, and when they heard the familiar cavalry charge, even the recruits hiding behind the fence began to shout slogans hoarsely, and rushed after the standard-bearers like crazy.

"Retreat, everyone retreat!" Gracchus, gritting his teeth, roared unwillingly - if he had been given enough troops, if he had not been so distrusted, the battle situation tonight would have been reversed!

With tears full of blood and tears, looking at the barbarian warriors who fled in a hurry under the pursuit of the enemy, Gracchus, who snorted, carried the fainted Abio behind him and fled in the night.

Outside the brightly lit barracks at night, there were traces of potholes everywhere, arrows stuck in the snow were like weeds, the air was filled with the smell of burning, animal skins, armor, shields and corpses were everywhere, and the night in the distance was dead silent, but the barracks were cheering, and the legionnaires who had repelled the enemy hugged each other and wept loudly.

"Do you want to pursue, Lord Edward?" Ludwig, who was serving as a squire, gasped softly, this kind of cavalry-like fighting was still a little uncomfortable for him.

"No, I know where they're going to flee - and more importantly, their leader, Gracchus, should still be alive, otherwise they wouldn't have ordered a retreat so decisively. Edward's mood was a little bad, he had planned to be annihilated all at once, but it turned out to be like this: "There is no need to clear the battlefield anymore - our battle tonight should be over here." ”

"Let everyone rest well, and tomorrow we will rush to the settlement of Tallinn - there will be a big battle, believe me, dear Ludwig. There was a cold-blooded air in Edward's voice: "There can only be one reason why they are so eager to disrupt our pace. ”

"Miss Shrell Letranch is still holding on to the settlement of Tallinn!" (To be continued.) )