Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The deafening flames roared like a thunderstorm on a rainy night, disturbing the soldiers' nerves and will. The raging arcane magic fire licked the flesh and bones of the corpse like a tarsal maggot.

The brief silence between the two salvos of the generals caused all the soldiers of the tribe to fall into unbearable anxiety. Even the hands holding the weapons were shaking slightly, for fear that the target of the next salvo would be themselves. He will turn into a meaningless ash and dust in the blue anger.

Yrel got up from the ground embarrassedly, and the shaggy sheep's hooves trampled on the ground with a crisp sound. His own war horse was frightened by the loud noise of the explosion and the dazzling fire, and even directly kicked himself off the horse. Sartre's female chief looked around, her soldier was shot by a round of Olympic fire, at least injuring the number 300, and there were not a few falling mounts like her.

One bombardment directly cut off one-third of the strength of my own army of 1,000 troops, and the rest of the people were also in deep fear in the aftermath of the flames—the blue magic fire was burning, and the darkness was burning. The dragon-shaped muzzle of smoke still faces his own troops!

"Charge! That ghost can even make the azure rage across the city, bombarding the surface of the sea several kilometers away, it is useless to escape! Want to live? Then charge forward! Entangled with their people ! In this way, they will take into account the lives of their colleagues and cease fire! Hurry up!"

Seeing that his troops were on the verge of collapse, Yrel used a nightingale's tactful singing voice, mixed with arcane melody in the inspiring roar, and energized the morale of his subordinates. He gritted his teeth, played the fascinating illusion tunes with herdrew flute, and shot a torrential rain of arrows that covered the sky and sun with short bows, once again on the high ground, the Roman copper wall and iron wall, launched a desperate charge.

"Damn it, this singing..."

Although each company in Rome is equipped with three bards, facing the hundreds of female satyrs who wield the herding flute, there are still too few. In the confrontation between the rhythm and the arcane, they soon fell. In the downwind, one by one was exhausted in the matryoshka game of disarming magic and countering the sound, and the impassioned empire war hymns could no longer provide support to the soldiers beside them.

On the other side, the monsters wearing animal fur and wielding a knife with chaotic skills, in the melodious tune of the flute, with a dense arrow rain, once again rushed to the west highland, and the five companies' defense team, one Time is hard to solve!

"Hold the high ground! Hold the high ground!"

The battle group commander uttered a sky-shattering roar. More than 500 heavily armored soldiers lined up into a solid shield wall, like stubborn rocks in the torrent, blocking the crazy impact of these half-goats. There are more than 500 people in the rear. The archer, the arrow rain of death, poured continuously on the shoulders and heads of these monsters. Even with the healing assistance of the bards, the defeat of Sartre was only a matter of time.

"call-"

Seeing the terrifying and terrifying war machine that looked like a **** of death, accompanied by the harsh and harsh friction, turning his heavy body around, Yrel finally breathed a sigh of relief, surrounded by guards, brandishing a machete. The shield rushed forward, blocking the dense rain of spears and arrows, and hacking the heavy shield armor.

But Breda in the distance took a breath of air, the **** thing, turned a big turn, and now aimed at Hoarfrost's cavalry!

The sharp and piercing whistling sound shook the sky and the earth, and the madly burning arcane magic fire surged. Along with the six flame trails that tore through the sky, the six beautiful and gorgeous fire clouds burst apart in the assault force of Hoarfrost! The flames of death, madly burning the body and will of the horses and horses! Let hundreds of people and horses die slowly in extreme pain.

"Three minutes! The gap between the launch of that ghost is three minutes! Everyone! The fastest, charge! Charge! Charge!!"

Bleda’s helmet was blown into the distance by the explosive wind. At this moment, he was disheveled and his eyes were blood-red, like a pale evil spirit coming out of hell, roaring and giving orders, taking his people with him, like a winter storm and snow, Swiftly advancing to the hills, the sound of countless horseshoes smashing the ground is equally thrilling!

The cavalry unit, entangled by the tribal army, couldn't stop it at all, and could only watch them assault their camp!

"Quick, quick!"

Peturabo looked gloomy, waiting for the general cannon to cool down, and continued bombing the **** monsters, but it seemed that it was too late. The opponent moved so fast, and now he has rushed to the lower side of the hill south. Shooting a dense rain of arrows towards the tortoise shell formation, while climbing a not steep hillside with four strong horse hooves, the horse hooves of more than 5,000 horses and horses made the entire camp begin to tremble slightly.

"shooting!"

The company commanders of the Longbow Company roared, and the heavy-armored archers of the five companies bent their bows and took their arrows, toward the people and horses under the hillside, pouring down waves of arrows of death, and the dense arrows of both you and me. , Almost obscured the hilly sky.

Countless cone-shaped arrows penetrated into the gaps in the chain mail. The hoarfrost sagittarians shot blood dripping, which further reduced their climbing speed and completely wiped out the speed and strength of their charge. The arrows shot by the sagittarius Rain, facing the tortoise shell formation like a copper wall and iron wall, there was no other way for a while.

After the bloody, panting men and horses rushed up the high slope, they faced the five tortoise-shelled copper walls and iron walls. The warhammers and scimitars waved with all their strength, but these shields trembled and shook. There is no sign of collapse.

Instead, he was constantly pierced from the shield wall by the spears, and the feather arrows that covered the sky behind him were constantly consumed. Some unlucky ghosts were directly pierced through the heart and throat by the spears, and the arrows pierced their heads. The body fell into a pool of blood.

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Just as the two sides were clamoring for a fierce battle, suddenly, a large flock of birds swept across the cloud above the elf's head.

Abhuos led the withered bones who had flying partners and gained the ability to transform wildly. They flew through the golden clouds at dawn. The mighty and terrifying eagles shrank under the first rays of warm sunlight. The wide wings, like sharp off-string arrows, and falling meteors, roared at the heavy-armored archers who smashed the bow to shoot arrows, and the sharp eagle claws accurately penetrated the faces and eyes protected by their helmets!

The strength was so great that even tore through the sturdy skull, splashing blood in the sky.

"AlanNure Painhes!!"

An eagle quickly swells and grows, its gorgeous feathers shrink back into the smooth skin, the sky-shielding wings turn into a pair of strong arms, and the body turns into a huge and strong horse body, inserting the eagle claws on the face of the elf, It instantly turned into a huge and hard horseshoe, and with the help of a ton of body weight, it directly crushed the enemy's skull!

More than four hundred druids under the leadership of Abhuos almost instantly disrupted and destroyed the position of the longbow. They had a word in their mouths, summoning a large green **** entangled with thorns and vines, and blocked the support of Roman soldiers. After passing through the passage, immediately holding a spear, turned around and attacked the rear of the five companies, and fought back and forth with the Baishuang Centaur!

"Whizzing!"

In order to fight Peturabo, the Great Chief, who has been conserving his strength, stood in the center of Hoarfrost's army and supported with a bow and arrow. He was seen bending his bow and shooting two arrows quickly. The large feather arrow quickly changed after leaving the bowstring. Is as huge as a spear! Smashed heavily on the tower shield!

The elf soldier let out a scream. This terrible bombardment comparable to a scorpion crossbow almost broke his wrist. His five fingers unconsciously loosened the grip of the shield. The second feather arrow just passed through the tortoise shell. The gap, accompanied by the tearing sound of flesh and blood, and the fractured sound of bones, penetrated his neck!

The situation on the battlefield changed instantly. The longbowmen of the five companies were defeated by four hundred druids that descended from the sky. The heavy-armored spearmen of the five companies were in a desperate situation of flanking back and forth. In front of them were the hoarfrost warriors wielding warhammers and machetes. Behind him is a Druid with a spear and a sickle.

Although Painhurs did not use spells, the creepy breath of fear was still accompanied by arrows of death, gradually destroying the will of the border warband, and the extremely angry Bleda rushed to it. The forefront of the battlefield! The blazing psychic fire, covering his six limbs and hundreds of skeletons, gradually turned into the head of a huge black dragon!

"Roar!!"

The ferocious black dragon, constructed with psychic energy, uttered an incredible roar. He opened his mouth violently, and the smelly gust of wind spewed out the black acid engulfed in carrion and bone erosion! Like a turbulent black wave, it instantly flooded the Roman soldiers in front of him.

Where the black torrent passes, flesh and blood, bones, wood, earth, and even steel are all eroded away with the creepy sound of scoffing, and the choking smoke of death rises on the spot!

Four hundred Persian heavy cavalry directly under Peturabo rushed to the support site at the first time, but they were blocked by the green **** made by the druids. Numerous vines and thorns, like poisonous snakes, stretched their green in the air. The body, trying to entangle and bind everything that invades!

"waste."

The Lord of Steel cursed angrily, and immediately drew the number of guards from the frontier battle groups in the east and north to strengthen the guard work in the south.

At the same time, the Lord of Steel did not hesitate to lower the muzzle slightly, and fired again under the horrified gaze of the horses and elves!

The blue anger that heralded death blasted directly on the south side of the hills, and the magic flame of arcane instantly swallowed an entire stubborn imperial battle group, as well as hoarfrost and withered soldiers! ! The scorching hot wind produced by the explosion of the six groups of flames even spread to the position of the commander!