"Damn it, damn it!"

Frederick, the leader of the Alemanni people, walked unhurriedly with the procession, complaining loudly that Attila had already disappeared in front of him, and that he finally had to pretend to be servile to Attila.

He finally showed his anger and impatience, and he complained loudly that he did not deserve to be treated unfairly, but now that he had been placed behind the rear of the army, Attila had placed him and his Alemanni soldiers in extreme danger at any time.

Either way, he could feel that he had been snubbed by Attila.

Then next, his worst plan is only to hope that he can end the battle quickly, even if it is victory or defeat, it seems that continuing to go south is the only place for their tribe to go, if Attila has the ability to continue to attack south.

It was getting late, but Attila gave the order to go through the night without rest, which caused the soldiers to complain, but they had to do it again.

"My king, my king!"

While Frederick was thinking hard, there were suddenly several hurried calls behind him, and Frederick hurriedly turned around and saw the herald behind him hurrying towards him.

He landed in a hurry, his center of gravity unsteady, and he stumbled almost headlong at Frederick's feet.

"Oh my God, get up." Frederick's tone was slightly reproachful, and he continued to say to the herald, "Say, there is some terrible news that makes you so flustered, this is not a warrior's style. ”

"My king! My King! The herald continued, "Romans, Romans are coming from behind!" ”

"Damn it!" Frederick stamped his feet in anger and asked, "How many of them are there?" ”

"It was too dark to see how many, but judging by the number of torches, they had thousands of troops."

"Damn Romans!"

Frederick cursed, he was so angry that the hilt of the iron sword that he held at his waist trembled.

"What to do? What to do? ”

Frederick kept asking himself in his mind, and he racked his brains to think that he had to come up with a solution.

"Where are they now?" Frederick asked, after him.

"It's still some distance away from us, but it's getting closer, and it's not hard to see that they must be riding war horses or something."

"My king, the number of Romans pursuing is not large, according to their speed, their follow-up troops must not have such speed, now they are coming from afar, as long as we counterattack them, we will definitely be able to defeat them!" At this time, an older, experience-looking veteran proposed to Frederick.

"But our soldiers are tired, my friend!" In the face of the veteran's proposal, Frederick did not take this kind of proposal seriously, "Take me for example, now I have walked so many ways, my legs are sore, and then look at our warriors, one by one, panting, let alone any counterattack, now, leave them alone and move on!" ”

Frederick didn't know why he said this, perhaps he simply didn't like his subordinates to give him some strategic advice, even if he often suffered because of his own stubbornness.

Fortunately, he was lucky, after all, his stupidity did not make a big mistake for himself, so he took it for granted that no matter how he chose, the ending would not be too bad.

"I don't want to be left behind, save my strength to catch up, I won't allow my soldiers to stop unless I have to."

At that moment, at the rear of Frederick's army, a large number of cavalry appeared, who, screaming, brandished their scimitars and hammers, rode under the protection of the night into the arming ranks of the Alemanni illuminated by torches.

Because the army was so large, the Alemanni army moved slowly, and their follow-up was full of old and sick people, so they were soon torn apart by the roaring cavalry, and a large number of Alemanni who had no ability to resist became the ghosts of these unknown cavalry swords.

Diego was one of the commanders of the pursuing cavalry, and he followed Andrew in the woods not far away, watching the cavalry scurrying back and forth not far away through the dim firelight, hacking the guys who tried to escape to death in the darkness beyond the firelight.

"Your Excellency Andrew, I don't understand." Pointing to the barbarians who had not cleaned up with much effort, Diego asked Andrew puzzledly, "We really shouldn't waste time on these guys, we should go after their main force directly." ”

"Caesar's order to us was to kill and wound as many of their troops as possible, and to slow them down." Andrew said unhurriedly, "We only need to bite their troops and keep harassing and killing to drive our enemies crazy, which is enough for Caesar." ”

Since it was Caesar's intention, Diego didn't know how to refute it for a while, although he was not interested in torturing and killing these tired old and sick people.

"My king, my king!"

Another herald's horseman hurried over, and Frederick looked back impatiently and asked dissatisfied, "Okay, okay, what's the matter, tell me, what's the matter?" ”

"Our follow-up troops were attacked by the Romans, and they slaughtered our soldiers!"

Hear this. Everyone present couldn't help but gasp, and everyone, yes, everyone was looking at Frederick to see when he would be able to come up with a solution that would be enough to convince the crowd.

"Enough! That's enough! Damn it, damn it! ”

Frederick was so angry that he stamped his feet frantically and cursed loudly, trying to insult the Romans with all the vicious language, and by the way, Attila together.

"My king, what shall we do?" The officers asked.

"What else can I do, damn bastard!" Frederick scolded: "If the Romans are going to fight us, then we will satisfy them and let them give them a hard blow on the way forward, and completely crush them!" ”

With that, Frederick roared, beckoning the tribe's best soldiers to follow him closely, heading for the woods not far away.

"Don't stop, keep going! Keep moving! ”

Andrew was still leading the cavalry in pursuit, but after he had defeated three barbarians in succession, he never saw any trace of the barbarians, he raised a torch and searched for footprints on the ground.

"It seems that the barbarians have realized our pursuit, so they have picked up their speed." Andrew stared at the road, the firelight fading into the darkness, the only light left.

"Are we going to move on?" Diego asked with some trepidation, "After all, we are getting farther and farther away from the follow-up line. ”

"Go ahead!" Andrew dusted his hands and stood up.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, everyone heard a roar and looked up, only to see an axe flying in the darkness, sticking directly into the neck of the soldier with the torch.

"Defense! Defense! Andrew shouted behind him, then drew his iron sword and clenched it tightly in his hand, staring at the darkness in front of him.