Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Julian calendar 420 years, blooming on the moon, the twenty-sixth. (April 26, 420 AD)

Five days have passed since the main force of Eastern Rome fell into the trap of the Utus Valley. Archdruid has been fighting for control of the weather with Painhurs. The valley of more than 20 kilometers, or rainstorms, or snow drifting, makes it difficult for the clear sky to shine into this dead river valley.

The nomads hide in the thick animal fur, and they are not surprised at this kind of spooky weather, that is, they can't use bows and arrows.

However, this kind of weather is simply a disaster for the elves who have been living in the warm Mediterranean climate. Their clothes were completely wetted by the rainstorm, and then the cold wind hit again, with layers of ice and frost. , Directly condensed and formed on the close-fitting clothing, Frost clings to their own flesh and blood, and every muscle in their bodies was shaking when they were frozen! Ten stiff fingers, even unsteady spears and shields.

What's more, they have been running out of food for a day, and under the hunger and cold, their ability to fight in close combat has been greatly weakened.

In despair, three field troops and two frontier troops gathered their last elite forces to launch a desperate offensive towards the northern slopes. At the same time, they sent small groups of elite troops to the southern dense forests to find a possible way out.

As for the river valley exits on the east and west sides, it is too narrow, and the area of ​​engagement is small and only three or four battle groups can be deployed at the same time. What's more, it is the elites who block the road.

Under a ray of hard-earned sunlight, the elves launched a desperate attack. More than 30 battle regiments spread out and charged towards the northern **** under the guidance of the eagle flag. However, they worked hard just now. Climbing up the hills, what I saw was a huge boulder that obscured the sky.

A hundred hill giants, after uprooting the northern fortress, returned to the starry night, and took the lead to join the river valley battlefield. Two hundred blasting garbage fired at the same time in the screams of the goblins. The calf-sized boulders slashed across the sky to death. Arc!

The Legionnaires raised their shields to resist, but their weak bodies and frozen hands were unable to resist the green-skin technology that can smash through the walls of the city! The neat queue was immediately smashed by the boulder. Some soldiers held up shields to defend, but the moment the boulder touched the shield, the bones of the whole person were directly crushed by the terrifying impact, and the flesh and blood were crushed into powder.

Accompanied by harsh screams, boulders descended from the sky, smashing stern blood roses in the Roman army, and they were still rolling forward, ploughing blood gullies in a neat line. , A volley of siege, completely disrupted the pace of the Romans' charge.

On Julian’s side, the Renegade regiments composed of Pannonians, dressed in thick warm clothing, lined up in orderly lines and began to advance. Before the battle, the army threw out heavyweights that covered the sky. Throw the spear, and then under the cover of the tower shield, drew out the thick-spine epee to cut the flesh of the elves. Their killing skills are extremely proficient, their wild war hymns are extremely loud, and their green eagle flags are hunting and hunting in the strong wind!

And the former master of the second Hercules legion led a thousand tower-like terrorist fighters, stepping on the corpses of the elves, and steadily advancing forward. Imperial soldiers were not even as tall as these tower giants!

These giants wore two layers of heavy chain mail, fragile chests and abdomen, and protected by a scaly chest armor: this was the standard for the chief infantry battle group of Rome, the Hercules heavy infantry. It is impossible for ordinary people to bear the weight of this kind of armor. The empire even gave them a constant human transformation technique, allowing them to carry this indestructible triple heavy armor as a giant.

However, after Julian turned to the tribe, he had a better choice: directly choose a thousand fat-bodied ogre warriors to reorganize his Hercules heavy infantry. The head of the ogre didn't say anything, after all, the Roman promised that he would teach the Roman tactics to the old enemies of Dacia.

"Julian!!!"

From among them, the commander of the Illyrian Field Army, Targris snarled angrily at his former subordinates.

"How dare you give all the methods of the empire to train the army to these barbarian monsters?! And personally train them a Roman legion belonging to the tribe? Let them use the method of the empire to kill your brothers and sisters! This What a blasphemy!!!"

"This is not thanks to you!"

Yulian put on an attacking posture of the white crow genre, and charged again with his guards! The cyan guard company was like an unstoppable torrent of steel, and a massive charge completely defeated an entire company of heavy armored spearmen.

"It was you who removed me from the battle group! It was you who deprived me of my status and glory! It was you who even prepared to kill me! Just for a little bit of petty profit!"

Julian threw off the blood of the elves from the sword, thick leather boots, and strode forward on the remains of his former colleagues. The lord of the Renegade Legion, commanded the Roman Legion of the tribe to launch a counterattack, and pointed the spear at Illyria. The commander-in-chief of the field army.

"And now, the evil spirit [killed] by you has come to claim his life!"

"I didn't kill you then, now I will correct this mistake by myself!"

The elven commander swung his spear, and the tip of the spear filled with Arcane fiercely shot out a series of blazing fireballs, which exploded near Yulian, and a bunch of gorgeous and magnificent flame clouds rushed into the sky!

However, a black shadow shrouded Targris's head—the **** and soot-stained traitor, who had killed the flame cloud, threw away the shield against the impact of the flame and threw himself up. Yue, the whole person strikes the sky like a white crow! It straddled the distance of more than fifty feet and passed over the head of the Targris guard, and rushed toward the commander-in-chief! It's like a hunting eagle.

"Protection Commander! It's Jumping! It's Julian's Jumping!"

A few elves, knowing the horror of the former leader of the second Hercules legion, hurriedly returned to defense, but it was too late. The elves leaped into the air like a falcon with its wings folded and swooping down. Holding the thick spine sword in both hands above the top of the head, the whole body is completely backward, like a "C", and then with the help of inertia, it slashes down!

The Illyrian commander reluctantly lifted his spear to defend. Along with the sharp metal collision, Targris felt a huge force coming from the spear shaft, and his palm was directly shattered by the terrifying impact. The blood gurgled down the sleeves of his clothes. His hands even lost consciousness for a short while, and even the spear fell to the ground accompanied by splashes of blood.

But all this is far from over. The lord of the Renegade Legion, with incredible skills, launched a crazy offensive like a storm at the moment of the charge. Under his encouragement, the more than 1,000 Hercules under his command The heavy infantry also burst out with beastly roars. The ogres brandished their heavy swords and tower shields and charged forward in a destructive posture! ! !

The first level defeats the defense, the second sword cuts off the right wrist, the third sword tears the left shoulder, and the fourth sword pierces the abdomen! A charge from the lord of the second Hercules legion is enough to determine the life or death of any enemy.

Julian didn't want his enemy to die so comfortably. After the dazzling Four Swords, Illyrian's Elf Commander had collapsed in a pool of blood, coughing blood in pain. The broken right hand rolled along the hillside to the bottom of the river valley. The bones and tendons of the left shoulder were also torn apart by a sharp sword. The whole arm was lying on the ground softly like noodles, and the handle was stained with elf blood. The heavy sword was even more inserted in his abdomen, the blade pierced his back and plunged deep into the soil, nailing him to the ground!

However, before he drew out the spare dagger and chopped off the opponent's head, the opponent had already reacted, dragged the disabled body, and teleported instantaneously, out of Yulian's claws.

At this moment, the battle is set, and the final offensive of the elves is also defeated. The hungry and cold they are first washed by stone and blood, and then attacked by the renegade battle group, the ogre-demonized Hercules heavy battle group, and more It was spreading unprecedented horror on everyone's heads, and the orderly retreat soon became a rout, and the elves once again dropped a large number of corpses and tore down the river valley.

During the five-day war, the battle damage ratio between the two sides was almost one to one. However, the tribe’s reinforcements, food and grass, continued to arrive from the north, while the elves were helpless and desperate in the cold and hunger.

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