Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"The head of a hundred households! The enemy rushed over! We don't have enough time. Now we bypass the ice wall, we will definitely be overtaken by these barbarians!"

A warrior veteran retracted the composite longbow, pulled out the halberd hanging on his side, and used the metal heavy hammer on the left side of the halberd tip to slam the wall of ice that exuded wisps of cold mist, directly smashing out a head With the big and small holes, he rotated the halberd handle with his five fingers, and switched to the sharp axe blade on the other side, tearing and expanding the cracks in the ice, and the horses and horses rushing in the front did the same, smashing the magical obstacles in front of them.

Just as the horses and horses were desperately hacking the ice wall, the heavy cavalry of Gajdine, who was smashing at full speed, threw two rounds of heavy spears with horse speed, already brandished their long swords, and roared and killed with the brutal soldiers in the last row. Those cunning nomads split into two parts, around the ice wall, and outflanked them.

Seeing that the encircling net had formed, Alaric grabbed his right hand slightly. A few tens of feet away, the giant golden spear pierced on the head of Hundred House immediately flew back to his palm, while the staff in his left hand shot a to Zhen's emerald ray decomposed the second head of a hundred households standing under the dragon flag into the smallest dust.

Seeing that the decapitation was successful, the Supreme King with more than 60 arrows in his body immediately teleported and ran away, causing another round of rain of arrows aimed at him to shoot in the empty space.

"Damn, these monsters shoot their bows and arrows fast and fiercely. The danger of beheading their leaders is too high. But the magic must be used sparingly. The tribe's warchief must be somewhere in the city!"

Alaric gritted his teeth and turned into a cloud of ethereal gas, allowing the sixty-two roots to penetrate deep into his body, the shape and size, almost catching up with the large arrow of the javelin, and falling to the ground feebly. Immediately afterwards, he returned to his original form, guided the sacred radiance of vitality, and healed the flesh and blood holes in his body.

For the centaurs, the situation on the battlefield has deteriorated to the extreme. After they smashed through the ice wall with all their strength, they were already surrounded by powerful enemies twenty times their own. The nomads roared and shot sharp arrows. , The Goths roared and brandished long swords and large shields, and even had the absolute upper hand in the melee combat with the centaurs.

These are not ordinary barbarian soldiers. They are Gagidin. Each of them is a member of the nobles with outstanding military exploits and status in the Visigothic kingdom respected by force.

In the tribe, each of these fighters is eligible to serve as the head of a hundred households, even thousands and ten thousand households! It is the elite of Alaric's men! Among them, there are even many people who can suppress the natural brute force in the confrontation of power. Some of the great nobles and high-ranking generals in the Gajdin army even throw the heavy spear at the first moment. Shooting, depriving people of their lives.

The two hundred men and horses trapped in the center of the battlefield stood side by side, their tails clashing to form a big circle, roaring at the prestige of the warchief and the gods, fighting desperately, fighting for the arrival of support, and fighting for precious time. Eighteen were in Searle. Man was patrolled around, and hundreds of guards had been urgently transferred back under Painhurs' orders. Five thousand Pechenegs hurriedly walked down the arrow tower, the city wall, mounted their horses again, and screamed out of the city!

The Orcs and the Undead Legion bear the burden of defending the city. In case this important bridgehead changes hands again.

"People of Pecheneg! You attacked from the front, the people who responded to me! The heads of hundreds of households took your people to sideways and harassed them with bows and arrows! Hearing my orders are charging!!!"

Pain Hess rode a huge and suffocating ancient silver dragon. Accompanied by a loud noise that shook the sky and the earth, and a frantic cold airflow, he slowly lifted into the air, casting the shadow of the dragon that covered the sky and the sun. On the battlefield.

"Warchief! Look! The blue giant on the back of the mammoth! That guy is Alaric!!!"

The Pale Warlock turned his head and took a look, deeply immersed the face of the frost giant in his mind, and then revealed a hideous smile.

It is ridiculous enough for four thousand cavalry to attack the fortress. Their leader is not a general with all muscles in his head, but the Alaric who defeated the Eternal City in his own world?

It is a pity that this is not Pengcheng or Selman, I am not Liu Bang, you are the supreme king of the barbarian, let alone the **** the overlord of Western Chu! ! !

The heavy hoof sound shook the sky and the earth screamed madly into the sky. Armed by the Roman arsenal and armor pulled from the dead, the Pechenegs launched a savage charge, at the end of the battle. The three arrows were fired at all times, and the Gagidin nobles also used two heavy javelins to return the color.

For a time, arrows were like rain, javelins were like locusts, and the Pechenegs who rushed to the front line fell like weeds. Although the Visigoth soldiers had a few arrows in their bodies, almost no one died.

The heavy cavalry in the last platoon even turned the horse's head and launched a countercharge towards the enemy! A heavy war horse, like two cars driving at full speed, neighed, roared, roared and slammed into each other! In the end, a horse was destroyed and killed.

The cracking sound of bones, the miserable wailing sound, the clanging sound of metal is endless! Without the charge and blessing, after falling into the quagmire of melee combat, the Gagidins had the absolute upper hand, and accompanied by the barbaric and primitive ballads, tore and shred the enemy's front line.

The shields in the hands of these Visigothic nobles are like a desperate moat, blocking all attacks, and the sword in their hands, like a death sickle that kills the soul, is strolling around the garden and harvesting Pecheneg. Human life.

"The High King! Look at the sky! The pale white horse on the back of the silver dragon is Painhurs! The tribal chief!"

Alaric raised his head and stared, branding the face of this white horse into the depths of his mind. He laughed and drove the mammoth under his hips and rushed towards the besieged centaurs and soldiers. The horrible body that was the size of a hill and was comparable to the ancient silver dragon dashed into the **** barbarians’ line. A huge crack was cracked, leaving behind a ground of crushed limbs and pieces of meat.

Six blood-painted ivory, pierced, torn, and hung with the miserable corpses of half a man and a half horse. Most of the horses and horses pierced by ivory, because of the tenacious vitality has not completely died, they may be high by the ivory Hanging, hanging in the air, or dragging the lower body to the ground, the flesh and blood being rubbed, struggling to let out a desperate cry.

"Alaric!!!"

Watching his veteran troops were slaughtered, Painhurs could almost burst out fire from his eyes. Those people, even friends and clansmen who had been conquering from Gredinian, followed him. Ning seemed to feel the master's anger, and the three silver heads suddenly opened, and the death dragon's breath engulfed in thousands of frost and snow spewed out! Like an unstoppable avalanche of natural disasters, and like a shattered and collapsed silver sky dome, hundreds of gagidin were completely submerged in an instant.

After the frosty dragon's breath, the huge body that covered the sky and covered the sun, whizzed down from the sky! The surviving Visigoths finally climbed up from the white snow that was enough to bury their horses, but only saw a piece of darkness-three silver dragons as large as a hill fell from the sky, shaking the sky with smoke and snow, the whole piece The battlefield was trembling and wailing for her coming.

"As long as you kill Alaric, the entire Visigoth brutal league in Pannonia will collapse without a fight!!!"

"As long as Painhurs is killed, all the tribal coalition forces attacking my hometown will fall apart!!!"

The two of them held the same beliefs and roared. The two doomsday behemoths that covered the sky and covered the sun roared towards each other. The insignificant resistance of the two sides was quickly crushed by the silver dragon and the mammoth. In the earth-shaking roar, six fierce fangs, torn, piercing through the silver scales, three huge dragon heads, biting, swallowing heavy flesh and blood!

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