Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The drumbeat of the war never ceases, and the pace of the giant elephant shakes the sky.

Accompanied by the deafening roar of thunder, a terrifying monster that is ten feet tall and weighs five tons, bathed in a rain of terrifying arrows that obscures the sky, under the flogging of the trainer, it has increased its speed to the limit, hitting it with one head. Above the barriers of the First Italian Legion!

"boom!!!"

The soldiers' eyes widened in horror. A pair of extremely thick, huge white fangs directly tore through the wooden wall, accompanied by the flying wood debris, like a pale nightmare, naked and exposed to the defending army. In front of, the wooden line of defense also shattered into countless terrifying cracks in the terrifying sound of breaking.

In the next second, the head of a war elephant draped in a heavy armor with scales and a layer of soft cotton padded inside, like a huge siege hammer, hit the line of defense heavily! Let the wooden barrier full of hideous cracks, in the loud noise, dent the terrible shape of the heads of war elephants inside! The entire line of defense is distorted by this! ! !

Even more terrifying is that almost 40% of the defenders standing on the wall were blasted off the camp wall alive due to the terror shock caused by the war elephant hitting the wall, and fell heavily to the ground.

In the piercing sound of elephants, more than a hundred war elephants shook their necks frantically under the beastmaster's scolding. Their elephant heads are like a rough and heavy hammer, cracking and deforming the entire line of defense. A pair of ivory, like a sharp scalpel, pierced and tore through the barriers of the empire, and got stuck on it!

Every time the war elephant shook its head, the strong barrier that was blocked by the ivory would make a creepy tearing sound. The walls were riddled with holes, and they couldn't resist the attack of this kind of monster. The ivory tore huge cracks.

Under the horrified gaze of the imperial soldiers, the soft trunks draped in scales, like twisted and weird golden pythons, danced wildly with their huge body, rushed into the cracks and rolled hard. With a pull, along with the sawdust flying all over the sky, the horrible cracks were torn even bigger!

Sections of riddled wooden barriers and strong arrow towers even collapsed and collapsed under the ravages of war elephants. A large amount of broken building materials, like a collapsed sky, and a collapsed mountain, crashed to the ground amidst the endless noise, raising dust in the sky.

"WAAAGH!!!"

"Kill them! Kill them! Eat them!!!"

Countless burly green-skinned orcs, cunning wolves with their feet upright, like the tide of a breaking bank, followed the cracks opened by the war elephants, and rushed into the defense line. They waved their sharp weapons and killed them. To a team of hundreds of people in an orderly arrangement.

"For the Empire!!!"

The flag officers holding the eagle flag were singing the empire’s war hymn while waving the scarlet eagle flag. Amidst the bard’s impassioned war song, the brave centurions reflected in their hands. The sharp sword of cold light pointed in the direction of the gaps.

"Tell me, my brave and fearless soldiers! Whenever you close your eyes, what can you see?"

Master of the First Italian Legion: a group of mysterious shadows hidden under the dark green robes, standing under his scarlet and terrifying handsome banner, with magic amplification equipment, boosting the morale of all soldiers.

That flag is so exquisite and gorgeous. On the scarlet silk fabric, with golden silk thread, “LEG·I” is embroidered on the top of the flag, and “LTALICA” is embroidered on the bottom of the flag. These two represent Between the Latin letters of the Legion’s name, there are their totems and symbols: a sturdy she-wolf, conceiving two human babies: the first ancestors of ancient Rome: Romulus and Remus.

"Darkness."

Facing the death wave that covered the sky, and the increasingly piercing bloodthirsty roar, the legionary infantry nervously raised the tower shield in their hands, forming a neat line. With his right hand, he drew out a heavy javelin from behind. No one's eyes flashed with shameful fear.

"Darkness, yes! You foretell the future of the empire! That is what the empire will look like after losing you! Those devil's fangs and claws are so close to your wife and children, your homeland, and your motherland! Stop both! In between, you are the only one who can prevent this from happening! For the Empire! For Augustus! For the glory of the First Legion!!!"

"For the Empire! For Augustus! For the glory of the First Legion!!!"

Amidst the roar of the legion commander, the legionnaires gained great courage. When the greenskin and the jackal climbed up the ruins, what awaited them was a round from the front and the left and right sides, three The dense spear rain shot by the Centurion team.

A metal javelin that was more than five feet long, wrapped around their master's monstrous killing intent, flying, whistling, and spinning in the air, piercing the enemy's flesh and blood, bursting into scarlet and dazzling blood vortexes!

"Charge! Charge! Charge!!! The King of Kings has an order! Every time a Roman soldier is killed, two horses are rewarded! Every time a centurion is killed, a hundred cattle and sheep are rewarded! If you kill a general, even The lord of the legion, reward thousands of household registration! Ten thousand acres of pasture!!!"

Under such exaggerated rewards, the greedy jackals also received great stimulation. They crossed the crack in the fort regardless of death and injury, and entered the scarlet hills cast from waste and flesh, which reflected their pupils. There is only one new round of saturation shooting! The dense clusters of javelins resembled locust swarms, like raging waves, swept through the world, roaring to completely submerge them, blooming in mid-air with bright red and dazzling scarlet waves.

Up to now, the Legionnaires have been tirelessly throwing the javelin in their hands. Even if there is a Jackal outcropping, they will be thrown by a centurion or even more soldiers. The creepy horror roars, even if it is. A veteran of a hundred battles will also be afraid of it!

In order to defend the line of defense, this war machine called the "Eastern Roman Empire" has already been operating at full speed. Every day there are tens of thousands of javelin and crossbow arrows, which are continuously transported from the rear to the hands of each legion, one by one. In charge of logistical assistance, although the slave workers did not participate in the battle, they also carried bundles of freshly baked crossbow arrows, threw spears, and quickly replenished the soldiers' ammunition.

The huge size of the war elephant is a double-edged sword, which allows them to blast through a gap in the defense line with a force of destruction. However, because of their size, the gap cannot allow themselves to pass through, so they have to tear it slowly. With a wooden line of defense, the small orcs and wolves are allowed to pass first, attracting the intensive firepower of the enemy.

"Legion commander! Left!"

Suddenly, an elite unit with cloth armor, chain armor, scale armor, and full triple defense, holding a tower shield and a spear, appeared in the gap on the left. This was a dismounted Teflin noble. They learned from their enemies, put up a botched tortoise-shell formation, relying on carefully forged iron armor and iron shields to resist the rain of spears in the sky!

They did succeed. With sharp spears, after spinning and piercing the shield, it was difficult to have enough power to shoot through their triple armor. These people even covered more green-skinned war gangs, and they surged mightily. Into the gap.

"Ogre, charge!!!"

The general in charge of the defense here raised his own battalion-level eagle flag, and some of the barbarian remnants who lived in Dacia and were conquered by the Roman Empire raised the mace in their hands—these things, but The empire has specially tailored killing weapons for these stupid men: they are all forged from pure iron, and the tops are densely covered with blood-stained metal spikes!

I saw these huge, burly cannibal beasts wearing Roman chain mail and scarlet cloaks on their shoulders. Accompanied by the rugged and bloodthirsty imperial battle cry, they smashed out of the infantry line of the First Legion.

They raised the weapons in their hands high and fell heavily! The giant hammer directly smashed Teflin's helmet with his skull, and collapsed and dented. The cone-shaped spikes, under the horrible brute force of the ogre, pierced through the solid heavy armor, pierced deeply into the enemy's flesh and blood, and were rendered even more coquettish.

Each heavy blow of these monsters can smash a terrifying pit on the ground, with several pounds of warm blood, engulfed in scraps and pieces of meat, like scarlet fireworks, splattered everywhere. It turned into a patter of blood and fell to the ground, and then gathered into a stream of blood, filling the horrible pit they had smashed into.

In addition to the outrageous thick armor, the Taiflin nobles who had almost no advantages, were beaten by the ogres, and immediately fell into a state of collapse and fled in all directions.

"come back!!!"

The imperial general issued an order to retreat, just like chopping melons and vegetables. The ogres fighting on the front line picked up Tevlin, or the corpses of the wolves and the orcs from the ground, and threw them into their mouths together with their clothes and armor. , Chewing again and again, slowly retreating again.

At this time, all the crossbowmen and wizards on the wall were successfully evacuated. The golden light flickered one after another. The priests rescued the soldiers who fell off the camp wall and restored them to their best condition.

The legionary infantry was well-trained and changed the formation. Along with the uniform footsteps, they guarded the shield on the left side of the body. The lines of war made of steel and flesh were turned into a line that can be passed through. Vertically, after the crossbowmen crossed the sea of ​​infantry at the fastest speed, they immediately restored to their original state and re-engaged in an offensive posture.

Seeing that the offense was frustrated. At this time, it was the Sassanid wizards who were anxious. They also chanted mysterious spells, the flames of hell, burning in their palms, trying to engulf a neat and orderly formation of infantry, but the opponent's In the infantry line, countless entourage wizards also fired a ray of arcane rays, disintegrating and countering the spells of the half demons one by one.

In the battle between these two empires, almost hell-level battles, it was a large number of mortal elites who decided the victory or defeat.

The role of wizards will become very subtle: they can hardly release large-scale energy-shaping spells to evaporate and destroy enemy forces into a structure. It is also very difficult to use all sorts of weird spells to increase the strength of friendly forces in batches, because whatever they want to do with spells, they will be countered and removed by the enemy's mage group.

However, this level of battle cannot fail to bring a large number of mages. Once the number of casters on your side falls into an absolute disadvantage, it is too late to counter the mages of the enemy... Then it basically declares the defeat of the war, and you will Discover a lot of burning flames, biting ice, swift lightning, and even pure arcane power, in your army, carrying out arcane carnivals.

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