It seemed that the king of Alain was completely angry, and Luga just looked at the prisoner of war who had brought the words to his knees clutching his neck.

"They still choose to keep their heads up, you disgusting bugs!" The sneer on Luga's face gradually became hideous, he put away his javelin, and drew his iron sword, he was ready to wait for the next Alan's every move.

Diego, the leader of the Alans, saw him carry his sword and wipe the blood from his sword with his cuff. His eyes were staring at Luga, even from such a distance, Luga could still feel a trace of coldness, this strange and murderous guy, he would definitely make a move!

Sure enough, Diego turned around and shouted loudly, followed by a hoarse voice in which the entire Alan's formation had changed, poorly equipped, but the infantry with large shields and spears were in the center, and they were pointing their shields forward and pointing at Luga.

But they didn't go any further, and it was clear that the infantry was not their main force.

"Oh, lo and behold, these emaciated fellows must be slaves or servants of the Alans, and if we let them attack us, I'm sure our warriors will be able to beat them to the ground!" Mateorius' face was full of contempt, and it was clear that looking at his opponent and looking at himself, the gap in equipment had made him flutter.

"Prepare for battle, Matt!" Luga said: "We still have their captives in our hands, not to mention that they are here for the captives this time, if they are for this breath, they will lose even more." ”

As Luga expected, they only advanced a distance of more than twenty meters, and at the signal of Diego, the leader of Alain, the Alans once again stopped.

"What do you mean?" There is such a question in everyone's minds, this wants to fight but does not fight is not like the behavior of a barbarian.

"Your Excellency!" Malenius asked in the back, "Are you ready for war?" ”

"Conventional Combat Array." Luga turned his head to the side and said unhurriedly to Malenius.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The trumpets sounded in the middle of the Roman formation, and the infantry quickly stepped forward with shields, forming a four-column shield wall in front of Luga, while the archers were at the front of the formation, their arrows on the bowstrings, and their eyes fixed on the Alans in front of them.

The changes in the Roman formation were clearly visible to the Alans, and they began to be on guard. The infantry is in the center, the cavalry is on the sides, after all, they are nomads, and the proportion of cavalry in their army is still very large.

"The Alans are here prepared, my lord." "I see that they have drawn their swords and drawn their bows and arrows, and they are showing us what they are capable of, and this may be the last step in our tearing of the skin," Marenius said. ”

"That's nature." Luga smiled, and continued: "Honorius's incompetence has led them to encroach on the land of Rome like moths here with impunity, and what is even more ridiculous is the fact that those in power have deceived themselves into losing this land by admitting that they are allies. Okay, no matter what kind of so-called allies he is, let's take a look, what are the Alans capable of? "Lugatsema was in the rear of the infantry, and it was evident that his many years of experience in fighting the barbarians had made him handy in command, and of course, no one but Aetius had more experience in picking up the barbarians.

"Woooooo

A short trumpet sounded in the Alans' formation, and in an instant, the cavalry on both sides of the Alans' formation was seen swarming. The rumbling sound of horses' hooves came from afar, shaking everyone's eardrums. It was the Alans archers, with their hunting bows in their hands, which they usually hunted animals. Of course, in certain situations, they are more than happy to target it at their enemies.

"The Alans have attacked! The Alans have attacked! The soldiers exclaimed in a low voice.

"Prepare for war! Prepare for battle! ”

The centurions shouted, beckoning their soldiers to raise their shields and put their spears on their shields in a defensive posture.

"Ready! Get ready! ”

The commander of the archers beckoned to his men, and the archers were even more panicked when they saw such a large field of cavalry in front of them, and they kept wiping their hands up and down on their trousers, because the cold sweat on their hands made it difficult for them to hold the bow in their hands. Some people are even sweating because they are nervous, not exhausted.

The Alans approached quickly, and in front of the Romans they lined up in two formations, approaching from the left and right like two huge sandworms.

"Draw the bow! Draw the bow! ”

At the sound of the command, the archers hurriedly drew their bows and aimed them at the Alan archers in the distance.

"Da Da Da ......"

The bowstrings shook, and a large number of arrows shot into the sky, raining down on the Alans archers, but this did not cause any losses to the fast-moving Aran archers.

"Wow!"

I only heard a sound, and I saw the Aran archers in front of me facing the Roman army on the side, and they simultaneously pointed their bows at the Romans in front of them.

"Click......"

In a volley, hundreds of arrows rose into the sky like predatory seagulls, sharp arrows pointing downwards and falling straight above the heads of the archers.

They didn't have a shield to cover them from, and they didn't have the speed to move like these archers, so the only thing they could defend themselves was to reach out and cover their faces and eyes, so that they couldn't see the oncoming arrows, and prayed in their hearts that they wouldn't shoot themselves for God's sake. But next to their ears was the shrill whistling sound of arrows falling.

Among them, there were people who fell screaming, the sound of arrows passing through their ears, the screams of their companions, and even the slight "click" of the arrow falling to the ground, all falling on the hearts of the archers who were still standing.

A round of arrows passed, and at the beckoning of the commander, they hurriedly drew their bows and arrows to shoot back at the archers in front of them, but only one arrow was fired, and what they got was a second and third blow of arrows like raindrops.

The Alans archers were divided into two teams and kept running, one of them finished shooting, the second team followed suit, and after the first team finished shooting, the first team put the arrows on the bowstring, so that the enemy had no chance to breathe, so that the archers of the Roman army suffered heavy casualties, and many of the wounded in the middle but not killed crawled back with wailing, of course, they were not answered, because the infantry in the rear array had already inserted many arrows in the shields of the front row.

"Hey! Come back! Come back! ”

The centurions of the infantry beckoned to the archers in front of them, who were overwhelmed by the Alan cavalry, and then ordered the soldiers to form two teams and open the gap to let the archers in.

"I didn't expect them to have such a way!" Luga couldn't help but admire, looking at the two groups of Alan's archers in front of him, like two swimming dragons, the arrows that fell from the sky never broke at all. The powerful fire suppressed the Roman infantry, and they could only shrink behind their shields and could not raise their heads.

The Alans kept advancing under the cover of the archers, and they did not resist any way, and soon they were less than a hundred meters away from the Roman army.