Augustus Under the Horseshoe - v2 Chapter 594

Christian suppressed fatigue and counted the soldiers on the hill. The right-wing light cavalry was almost completely separated during the retreat of the tribe. After 40,000 horses were also annihilated by tens of thousands of Roman cavalry, more than half of them were injured. Only 20,000 horses followed the warchief. come back. Now, there are only 60,000 horses, 20,000 renegade regiments, ogres, greenskins, and Teflin and other infantry on the hillside. More than 200,000 professional troops, plus twice the number of auxiliary forces, now only 110,000.

The most terrible thing is that they are trapped on the hill by the Romans, which is equivalent to being cut off by the Romans! Not to mention food, even arrows and javelins can’t be shipped in!

The Romans suffered even more severe damage. More than 100,000 barbarian soldiers were completely defeated, and 80,000 horses on the right wing repelled them, but nearly 70,000 cavalry were annihilated by the tribe.

Today, only 90,000 professional battle groups, 60,000 dwarves, and less than 10,000 cavalry remnants are still under the command of the war commander, and the strength of the two sides has become 11-16. But they are the encirclement, the empire’s most proud logistics support system, quickly replenishing the wastage of the javelin and arrows.

After learning of the death of the Supreme King, the Gothic nobles were full of grief and indignation. They supported Dorismond, the son of Theodoric I, ascended the throne. The new Gothic Supreme swears with blood that he will pay the blood debts, and he leads the shortage. The five thousand Gagidin cavalrymen launched a raid on the hills guarded by the tribe in the dark, shooting a burning arrow at the car fort. The soaring flames dyed the entire night red, the angry roar of the Goths, mixed with the explosion of flames, made the tribe frightened.

Things once again became the Battle of Sharon in Painhurs’ memory. He easily beheaded the High King of Visigoths, but Aetius turned the tide of the battle. Now the remnants are trapped on the high slopes on the banks of the Marne, the surrounding sounds of fighting, screams, and roars are endless, and the whip of God desperately wants to ignite his golden tent several times to avoid falling on the enemy. Hands.

But this time, Attila was not desperate. The warchief fell into deep meditation under hundreds of fearless guards. As long as the tribe can survive tonight, everything will be fine.

After the Roman coalition had gained the might of victory, they tried to charge Na Gaopo three more times.

For the first time, a chariot burned down by the Visigoths was used as an obstacle to push down the slope. The frontline soldiers who smashed it turned upside down, and there were many more flaming obstacles in the charging route. After the tortoise formation was severely hindered, The blood spattered by the large arrows shot by the horses and horses had to leave thousands of corpses to retire.

Immediately afterwards, Gilliman ordered the auxiliary troops to clear the road under the cover of the shield wall. The Roman battle group was exhausted and was now unable to fight anymore, but the dwarves only wore multiple iron armors, holding shields, spears, and forming formations. Fighting with the tribe, there is still some physical strength remaining. They stepped on their short legs, armed with long spears and attacked the hillside.

And under the order of the bard, the same stalemate with the dwarves for a whole day, reserved a lot of physical strength, forty thousand horses bent bows and arrows, one out of ten people used rockets, and out of every one hundred people, there were 40,000 people. One person uses Mingdi. For a time, the rain of arrows that obscured the sky, like a torrent of iron and steel, poured out from the hillside! Four thousand arrows with blazing flames, like four thousand flaming meteors flying across the sky, brightened the darkness of the night, so that the dwarves who attacked the hillside could see the rain of death arrows that covered the sky and the sun, falling from the sky.

And among them, there are 400 creepy screaming dysprosiums. For a time, it seems that there are 400 screaming banshees, uttering infiltrating wailing in the entire army!

The tribe attacked the morale of the dwarves both mentally and physically. The sagittarius shooting speed is exaggerated, with an average of three seconds of arrow rain. Before the dwarf army rushed to the top of the hillside, it was shot back by the tribe’s sky arrows, and numerous corpses shot into hedgehogs were abandoned on the soil slope.

Immediately afterwards, the dwarves regrouped and joined forces with the Visigoths. The barbarian cavalry quickly rushed to attract firepower, the huge dwarf heavy infantry force was slowly catching up, the centaur once again shot a rain of arrows, and hit the Visigoths head-on, but they were still caught in the quagmire of melee combat-without the protection of the chariot, this The soil **** is really not a difficult terrain.

In the vast and majestic grassland war songs of the bards, the horses roared and pulled out their halberds and shields, and almost instantly crushed the extremely exhausted Gajdin cavalry, and fought fiercely with the dwarves.

These dwarf melons are not even as tall as a horse’s hoof. A heavy armored man and horse carefully protects their lower body with a kite shield, grabs a spear backhand, and stabs the dwarf’s head like a stab. The front hooves leave the shield protection from time to time, like lightning. Generally, a kick can slash the dwarf’s nose with one hoof.

At the same time, the people in the back row continued to shoot arrows, killing the charging dwarves, and finally knocking them all down the hillside, ending the Romans’ third attack.

However, at the end of this fierce battle, Killiman keenly discovered that the arrow formation that the Centaur was most proud of had stopped. After careful calculation, they shot out more than forty rounds of arrows and two quiveres. It is estimated that it has been completely shot into the air. Moreover, the surrounding tribe army could not get arrows to supply at all, and they might not be able to hold on anymore.

The governor of the six provinces sighed and looked at the soldiers under his command, and his mood turned from joy to worry.

The 150,000 heavy stepped heavy ride, draped in a dozen kilograms of iron armor, could not be slowed down in a short time from noon to night. The battle just now made the dwarves panting and exhausted their physical strength. Really powerless to initiate the fourth assault.

At this moment, Aetius also returned from the north—he took the last few thousand Roman cavalry, and relied on the maneuverability of the horses to sprint northward recklessly, and found the defeated barbarian infantry. The cavalry shouted in unison: When I come back now, I will not try to make these disastrous deserters a shameful deserter, and will directly double the rewards for military merit before the war! Promised them more gold and silver! More glory!

Hearing Zhanshuai’s promise, the original morale collapsed, like a frightened bird, the barbarian infantry fleeing everywhere gathered together again. However, this time the pigs leaped forward, causing the horses under the hips of the cavalry to spit out foam in their mouths, and they were exhausted halfway. It took Aetius several hours to gather the 20,000 remnants. Looking at the moonlight, he found that it was not early, and immediately took the 20,000 savages he had just gathered, and went straight to the Marne River desperately!

“Continue attacking at night? All the soldiers have reached their limit! Many people have lost their strength and passed out into a coma! A large number of wounded soldiers cannot get medical treatment. We can’t be too busy! In this case, you want the soldiers to continue attacking? Why? So anxious?”

Gilliman, who received the Zhanshuai newsletter, frowned in surprise, wondering what Aetius thought.

“This is our only chance! We are tired, and the tribe is even more tired!”

Aetius’ face was as pale as paper, and during the psionic communication, red blood gurgled out of his eyes and ears.

“Can’t give Painhurs one night! Some people can change the situation on their own! I can! So can he! But I reversed reality nine times in a short time in order to defeat him! This kind of soul damage It can’t be erased. I can still stay awake now. It’s a miracle. If he is allowed to return to the full spell slot and go to war again, then we will all die without a place to bury! Attack immediately! For the Empire!!”

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