Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The scenes of killing people and horses are still repeated over the battlefield. The Lord of Steel shows a cruel smile, hoping to use this to dampen the morale of the enemy, and to deter the foreign troops, so that they dare not have the slightest idea of ​​rebellion.

However, what Peturabo did not expect was that in order to maintain his rule, Bleda almost slaughtered the head of Hoarfrost, that is, the ruling class of men and horses who turned over to the hostages, to a clean one. The soldiers of Hoarfrost burned with anger, their eyes were bloodshot, and they uttered sky-shaking roars, instead of being like the pale samurai, because of the death of their wives and children, they fainted and passed out.

Under the treatment of several druids, Chief Hoarfrost woke up leisurely under the concerned, angry, and painful gazes of the surrounding soldiers. Every pore on his body exuded a suffocating killing intent and psychic anger. His pupils burned blazingly, burning all the scenery reflected in the pair of eyes.

At this moment, the general cannons of the Eastern Roman Empire were once again ready. The terrifying whistling sound gave the illusion of going into hell. The white sky was slightly torn, and six shocking blues were lit up again. Anger, the flame explosion caused by the six groups of Austrian rocket arrows, like a death god, is harvesting the lives of the tribe! ! !

At this moment, only three minutes have passed since the first round of the salvo!

"Brida! Take your sharpest hoarfrost warrior! Rush up to that hill! If you don't ruin that thing, all of us will die here!"

Painhurs let out an angry growl.

"Ashana! Charge with your Eastern Gothic army! What about your usual deadly fighters, warriors of oaths? Tear me tortoise shells of the Romans! Christian, the battlefield is under your command! Abujos! Take your druid and follow me! Go with Brada to destroy the ghost that fired the Austrian fire! By the way, send information to the Sartre and let them go too!!!"

"I can do it alone! Warchief, you can command the army here. Could it be that you can't believe in the strength of my clan?"

The pale samurai who was completely distorted by pain and anger, turned his head coldly and said

"I know their commander-in-chief and fought under him five years ago! That is a legendary energy-shaping mage, you are alone-no time to argue, hurry up!"

The warchief roared and drew the enchanted longbow behind him, bringing Abhors’s withered druids, and Brada and his valiantly fighting five thousand hoarfrost, taking advantage of the time when the opponent’s Austrian artillery shelled the air. Charge at full speed!

At the same time, at the beginning of the battle, they received an order to cut off the enemy’s arrow supply. Now the Sartre closest to the hills also received a letter from a bird, ordering them to assist the warchief in the fastest way. Go up the hills.

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"Peturabo hides such a good thing?"

It was not only the tribe that was shocked by the bombardment of the Austrian fire. The commanders of Eastern Rome were also very frightened. They immediately reacted. As long as they guarded this gun, the tribe would be forced to withdraw from the battlefield sooner or later.

However, it’s a little late now, and the cavalry are all caught in a hard and fierce battle. The bloodthirsty desire hidden deep in these monsters has completely erupted. The light cavalry power of the cats is firmly attached to the prairie archer and the Persian weight. Cavalry, the latter has the upper hand with heavy armor, although unable to get out, but suppress these monsters to fight.

However, those prairie archers who also have no armor, have been torn by spears and scimitars, cat's claws and fangs, heart-piercing wailing, accompanied by the sound of warm blood flowing, together staged the **** funeral music.

The battlefield of the other half of the cavalry has become a mess. The orcs are in the center, back to back forming a huge circle, and the Tainukh light cavalry, the Persian heavy cavalry, and even ten companies of heavy armored spear infantry are on the periphery. A huge ring formed, surrounded, strangled, and annihilated these green-skinned monsters, and outside, Christina roared and rushed over with a hundred dragon flags!

For a while, it was already unclear who it was and who was besieging! The battlefield was so chaotic that Peturabo didn't dare to fire at it. The ghost knew who the soldiers died more in a volley!

Marius took a look at the battlefield and immediately made the right decision, bringing the main infantry of the Eastern Roman Empire back to the cavalry, first eat or force the weakest cats, and liberate half of the Persian heavy cavalry. Come out and let them charge those who are attacking the hills.

Peturabo occupies the high ground anyway, and the temporary fortress built by soldiers who are proficient in civil engineering, plus five thousand people, is not so easy to be eaten-not to mention the gathering of monsters that rushed past, it looks like He was only in his early five thousand years, maybe the bald head would solve it by himself.

Unfortunately, his vision finally fell into the empty space. With the stone throwing of the giant hills and the high mobility of the cavalry, the tribe finally split the battlefield into this way. How could it be possible to keep you in a group? Under Christian's order, a hundred teams of scattered shooting gathered to respond.

They pulled out the wooden kite shield on the horseback with their left hand, protecting their throat and heart, and grabbed the front end of the halberd with their right hand, less than half a meter away from the metal halberd. By the way, they turned the side of the warhammer toward Next, I tried to wave it twice, familiar with the feel, and used it as a one-handed warhammer with a large halberd.

Others simply grasped the heavy throwing spear with their backhands, using the thing as a short spear, bathed in the majestic arrow rain of the elves, and after getting close to the enemy with the advantage of speed, they then pierced down with the advantage of height. His spearhead bit the iron-plated tower shield fiercely, almost breaking the shield wrists of the elves.

These men and horses that can move at cavalry speed, shoot arrows, and charge, face the enemy's spears and tortoise shells, without the slightest idea of ​​charging. At this moment, they are all transformed into heavy infantry. They learn to form a shield wall from their enemies, and quickly approach the enemy and quickly line up , Moving forward slowly.

The arrows and spears of the elves fell like raindrops on their shields and locks, but they had little effect, and their powerful and heavy short spears pierced and smashed with their halberds, constantly bringing despair and oppression away. To the Legion of Rome.

The soldiers reluctantly looked up at a large monster that was two meters, three, four, and one ton in height. They even hid behind a two-meter-high kite shield that protects from horseshoes to throats. Constantly attacking his nomadic enemy with long-handled weapons from the gap in the shield wall, even his morale was affected.

"Damn! We learned Parthian archery and cavalry training methods from these nomadic monsters. They backhanded our infantry lineup to learn! Herald! Send a message to the camp and let Peturabo drive here. Previous..."

Marius uttered a helpless roar, and watched his infantry, unable to move because they were stuck by the men and horses that formed the shield wall.

Just when he was about to ask for help, he was surprised to find that a Sartre cavalry who didn't know where he was hiding had almost rushed into the hills! However, their cavalry speed and impact were greatly reduced when climbing, and they were directly repelled by several rounds of longbows.

However, he took almost all the casters, Peturabo lacked support from the mages, these humanoids with furry lamb hooves, the males were warriors, and the females were bards. Hundreds of glamorous half-goats, with their delicate red lips, gently played the seductive and depressing sound, disintegrating and breaking down the will of the frontier battle group.

No way, Peturabo had to turn the muzzle and pour a new round of bombardment on these monsters. Accompanied by the deafening thunder blast, six thrilling blue anger rose in Sartre's army! Burst!

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

The battlefield situation is changing rapidly. Just as Marius’s attention was attracted by the shocking blue flames, Christian had a new action. The most elite force of the Bloodrage clan was taken out by her, and the whole thing was taken out by her. Thousands of celebrities in horse gear and iron armor, armed to the teeth, were fearless, roaring the name of the great chief, and slammed into it with a spear in hand!

"boom!!!"

The charge of the costumed cavalry is terrible, and the death charge of the costumed centaurs is even more devastating. There are already a ton of horrible bodies, plus the heavy iron armor covering the whole body. When they are running, they will even accompany them. With the sound of horseshoes like thunder and drums, deep hoof marks are left in the fields, where no grass grows, and where the spear is pointing, it is **** and bloody!

The spears equipped with fearless people, under the blessing of these terrible charges, instantly tore the defenses of the empire. A spear pierced through how many iron-plated shields and ripped the bodies of heavy armored soldiers. The empire soldiers who were hit by these terrifying bodies, which were far more than a ton, were more like kites with broken lines, and were directly knocked out with a stern blood line!

"We are the chief's blade! We are the chief's anger! We are the chief's punishment!!!"

While charging, the body was also filled with countless imperial-style feather arrows and spears. The fearless men, who made an incredible and crazy war cry, seemed to not care about the injuries on their body at all, and a substantive **** color. The arrogance, seeped through the gaps in their armor, condensed into patches of terrifying blood mist, and rushed straight into the sky!

They abandoned the spears, which were full of corpses like the candied haws, and wielded the heavy two-handed axe, slashing the soldiers around!

"No! Marius! There is someone behind them!!!"

Standing tall and looking far away, the giant army exclaimed. Behind these bloodthirsty and fearless, a large number of humans were closely followed, the barbarians of the Eastern Gothic! One by one, they were dressed in rough chain mail, iron helmets, and horrible two-handed axe or a peculiar counter-blade knife in their hands, like a blue tide, roaring into the fearless outfit. We tore in the rift!

"Eastern Gothic Kingdom, long live!!!"

The desperate warriors and the oath warriors uttered a terrifying roar. Perhaps they could not beat the Roman soldiers who formed a formation, but the fearless ones had already scattered the formation on this side, and the whole formation was crumbling! I saw a vow warrior raising the giant axe in his hand and slashing down fiercely. The elf soldier holding the shield was directly knocked on the ground by him! The shield was also moved to the side slantingly, and was directly hit in the head by the opponent's second axe!

The warriors of the oath let out bloodthirsty laughs, and the big swords with the shape of a sickle easily hooked the edge of the shield and pulled hard, so that the Roman soldiers fighting alone revealed a great flaw. The second warrior of the oaths His big sword, like a **** of death, directly wiped his neck, causing a head to fall to the ground, accompanied by blood splashing all over the sky.

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