Killing goes hand in hand with death, and the increasing number of people killed has led to a mountain of corpses piling up on the ground. This also fulfills the saying: Those who are good at swords will die by the sword.

Unwilling to let this be the case, Attila's trebuchets continued to place flaming stone projectiles and fire them. Stone after stone fell on the front line of chaos, God knows who they killed, they didn't care, anyway, one stone after another, like a lap on the water, always splashed "waves".

The battle was fought from morning to noon, and from noon to near sunset, with shouts of killing coming and going. The soldiers on both sides always fantasized that their roars could make their opponents cold, but even if they roared hoarsely, it hurt not other people's ears, but their own throats.

They were all red-eyed from the killing, and the desire to fight made them forget even the pain of their wounds, and they only cared about whether the enemy had a decent cut on their body now.

Luga was condescending, and he looked down at the battle in front of him, which was far from endless. The blood gathered into a quiet "lake" under their feet, and slowly flowed into the sea like a small river, staining the sea water outside the hot spring pass with blood red.

Another field regiment pressed up, looking at their backs into the battlefield, Luga was speechless for a while, he didn't know what to do, he seemed to have returned to the battlefield outside the city of Nar when he first came. Somehow, he always remembered the scene, the mountains of corpses, and the wild dogs and wolves feasting on them.

He didn't know why he was in it, as if the soldiers in front of him were fighting back and forth brought back painful memories to him.

"Attila is here! Luga, let's do our best. Andrew reminded him by Luga's side, and Luga was only then able to come to his senses, and he trembled violently, which caught Andrew's attention.

"Luga, what's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing!" Luga hurriedly shook his head, turned around and said to Andrew with a smile: "It's just that when I saw them fighting, I was faintly excited in my heart, and I finally suppressed my heart, and I should sit still at this time!" ”

"Why didn't I see any excitement on your part?" Andrew looked at Luga with doubts in his eyes, "On the contrary, you are shaking like a spirit after peeing your pants, oh, I hope you didn't do such a stupid thing!" ”

"Order the soldiers on the cliff to do it, at this time, Attila needs some unexpected surprise to lift his spirits, otherwise it will not be a good thing for us to blindly attack with his head covered and his brain."

"As you wish, Luga!" Andrew said, turning and going to the trumpeter.

The rapid sound of the Roman horn was simply deaf to the soldiers on both sides who were still fighting selflessly, and the weapons in their hands began to dull, and they were covered in blood and flesh. They didn't give in, they only thought about killing a few more before they were exhausted, because if they had exhausted their strength in such a crowded situation, they would only be brutally killed by their opponents and let their comrades take their place.

"It's an order! That's an order! The soldiers who heard the horn shouted loudly, and communicated to each other, they hurriedly grabbed their weapons, a thick stick, ran to the large rock placed on the edge of the cliff, and pushed it against it.

"Boom ......"

A dull roar rang out above everyone's heads, and the barbarian soldiers under Attila's command raised their heads one after another, only to see the top of the cliff falling overhead. Now, their anger was instantly extinguished by fear, and the menacing roar just now instantly turned into a scream of fear, and they were in confusion, and the soldiers on the inside squeezed out desperately trying to avoid the pile of stones falling from the sky, but the ones outside were afraid of being pushed into the sea, so they pushed in desperately. In this way, the two forces pushed each other, and in the end, neither of them could take any advantage, only to see the large stones above their heads fall like a waterfall, and the moment they landed, they drowned out the crying soldiers and the crowd, and a large amount of dust and debris became the graves of the buried.

"Romans! Roman! Seeing his soldiers buried in stone, Attila's anger was even more difficult to wrap around his small chest, and he roared loudly, calling out Luga's name. was so frightened that the aristocratic officers behind him didn't dare to take a breath.

"With oil, then with oil!" Attila lost patience to restrain himself, and he was like a mad dwarf, hysterical to the officers behind him. "Burn them down, burn the Romans!"

The Hun soldiers on horseback swept over the "graves" of the dead who rained stones, carrying burning fire pots, and they rushed straight towards the battle area. In the trebuchet positions behind them, the soldiers also put oil canisters on the trebuchets and waited for instructions for the next step.

"Burn them all! Burn them all! ”

"Ha, show the Romans how good we are! They brought it on themselves! ”

Seeing the Hun cavalry holding fire pots, the servant armies of the other barbarians immediately understood what was going on, and they raised their weapons in their hands and cheered loudly. The Hun cavalry passed by them like conquerors laden with glory.

At this time, in the rear of Attila's extended military formation, one after another warships appeared, all of which were collected by Attila along the way through the surrender area. The ships were full of archers, who were busy greasing their arrows and lighting them on the braziers they had prepared.

The ship approached, and the engineers operating the trebuchets waited silently for them to take place.

Luga also saw the approach of the warship at this time, and in the gradually dimming scene, the rows of burning arrows were particularly dazzling, and Luga looked at the trebuchet in the distance that had already pulled down the huge crisis, and instantly understood

At this time, only the ballistae and scorpions of the Roman army were heard roaring, and a deadly crossbow bolt rushed straight towards the Hun warship.

The bolts were even capable of reaching the planks of the ship, and the archers, who had no protection at all, were even more vulnerable to such sharp bolts, and they stood so densely on the deck that the bolts were a string of bolts.

"Hold on! Hold on! The officers on the ship whipped the soldiers who tried to crouch down to dodge, and this forced them to stand up and face the short-sighted crossbow bolts. The warships were all battered, the rowing slave barn smelled of blood, the wooden floor was covered with a layer of red blood, and the slaves pierced by the crossbow arrows could be said to be nailed to death in their positions, and some of them had a breath, but the overseers with iron swords had long lost interest in them, and they came with a bloody stride, and easily ended up one after another seriously injured slaves with the silver sword in their hands.

"Row! Splash! ”

"Smack! Syllable! "Under the roar of the Overseer, the dead are relieved, but the living is even more painful, because there are fewer people, but the speed of the warship cannot be slowed down, and they can only exert more strength.