What kind of war this was, Matteorius couldn't even think about it, because he didn't know what kind of enemy he would face, but this rabble under his command.

"I have a lot of confidence in you in this attack, and I hope you don't let me down on expectations!"

Luga reminded him over and over again that he couldn't lose, he must not lose, and he had heard about Leo, who had enjoyed the privilege of legislation under the amnesty of Augustus Valentinian III a few years earlier.

You must know that Trajan once said: "The command of Augustus is the supreme law!" Now Liang had the same right, which meant that he became the Augustus of religion, and of course, in the entire Roman empire.

Matteorius couldn't imagine what Leo would do to him if he failed, probably by giving him a charge against the infidels. He was not afraid of the military stick, but he was afraid of depriving him of his military power.

If he is deprived of military power, then the 3,000 soldiers in his father's hands have nothing to do with him! He was so afraid of this that he finally became a regimental commander, and in the end he was nothing, and he couldn't say what it was like.

"Wait!" As he walked, he said to himself: "Luga can bring more than 10,000 soldiers this time, why do you want us to take the lead with 5,000 people, didn't you hear that he has formed a new legion?" Just let that legion take the lead, why use me? ”

He was already clearly aware that the enemy of this battle was not only the Soebi, but also himself.

Why did you have to let your own army attack alone when you could have completely coordinated your own army with the new legion?

He couldn't figure it out, and if he couldn't figure it out, he would be angry, and he couldn't understand Luga.

"This must be a trick, let me get in, okay, Luga, sinister villain, I shouldn't have saved you in the first place, damn bastard!" Matteorius cursed inwardly, not forgetting to turn around and cast a resentful look at Luga, who was unaware.

The army soon passed through Caesar Augustana, and as the target got closer and closer, Matteorius's heart became more and more anxious, and he began to be afraid to face Luga. He hated and feared Luga, believing that he had shown himself a dead end.

Soon, after a week, the army finally reached Salamantila, and the army was stationed outside the city, so close that it was possible to see soldiers busy on the wooden walls, probably never expecting the Romans to attack in a big way.

At this time, Matteorius's heart was even more in his throat, and he realized that he had led the army to attack. He didn't dare to slack off now, and hurriedly used his free time to stop the soldiers from paying attention and asked them to practice.

This kind of grinding guns in front of the battle will not have any effect, but will make the already exhausted soldiers even more complaining, these Matteolius will not listen!

Early the next morning, the soldiers who gave the order came to the tent of Matteorius, at the very front of the barracks, woke him up, and said to him: "The chief soldier asks you to gather your army and prepare for the attack!" ”

"The day has finally come." Matteorius rubbed his sparse sleepy eyes and reluctantly got up and dressed. He knew that this was an order, and no matter how much he scolded his father, he couldn't change it.

An hour later, all the soldiers of the 21st Luga-Victory Legion were ready and lined up outside the city of Salamantila. At this time, Luga came with a group of cavalry and found Matteorius.

"They've done a lot of preparation, Matt!" Luga pointed to the city of Salamaantila in front of him and said to Matteorius, "But your soldiers are numerous and more courageous than them, and I believe that you are up to the task you are capable of doing now, am I right?" Matt! ”

"Yes, yes, as you say!" Matteorius's face turned even paler, but he couldn't say that he couldn't do it at this point, otherwise he wouldn't have slapped himself in the face clearly!

"Good!" Luga nodded heavily at him, and looked at Matteorius with trust and said, "Then attack, let me see your strength!" ”

Luga left, leaving Matteorius behind, and he looked back at the walls of Salamantilla and swallowed.

"Now that it's all here, I can't care about it so much, I hope God can take care of me!"

"Woo woo woo ......"

The horn of the attack sounded, and the two field regiments at the forefront were the first to attack, many of them carrying ropes and escorting the siege cones forward.

At a distance of less than a hundred meters from Salamantila, the archers lined up with compound bows, dug a small pit in the wasteland in front of them, poured fire oil and lit it, and lit the greased arrows and laid them on the bowstring.

"Click......"

Arrows of fire roared from the sky and landed in the city of Salamantila like falling meteors, most of which were local conscripted militiamen. If the armor on the body has a cowhide helmet or something, it is considered well-equipped, and most people are still wearing the usual cloth clothes.

The negligible protection left them with no choice but to hide from the oncoming bow and arrow, but the crowded walls immobilized them, and the officers, who did not care about their lives and ordered them to stand still.

Constantly people were hit by arrows and fell on their backs and fell from the city walls. In the face of such casualties, they could only hold the javelins in their hands tightly and watch the Roman army getting closer and closer.

"Archers! Archer! ”

They greeted each other, and the archers climbed the walls, and they all used inferior short bows, so there was still a certain gap between range and kill, compared to compound bows.

At a distance of less than sixty meters from the Romans, they followed, shooting arrows at the army of soldiers below.

Braving the rain of arrows, people kept falling, and after a few people fell, some soldiers began to panic, and if it wasn't for the loud roar of the officers, they were allowed to carry their shields and continue to move forward.

The soldiers of the two field regiments continued to move forward, and along the way people kept falling, and they finally approached the city wall, using ropes to tie knots and throw them on the wall to lasso the logs and pull hard.

The height of the city walls is insufficient

"Squeak! Squeak! ”

The ropes were pulled on the wood, with the intention of tearing down the wooden walls.

Seeing the intentions of the Romans, the barbarians hurriedly put down their javelins, drew their axes, and chopped the ropes, but as soon as they poked their heads out, they were hit by arrows and fell.

"Beware! Preparedness! ”

I watched the wall of wood made of side by side being pulled and crumbling. Barbarian soldiers on the city walls braved a rain of arrows with javelins in hand to throw javelins at the Romans below.

Both sides have paid a lot of price, and seeing that the city wall has been torn apart and gradually torn down, the Suehui people naturally can't bear it!

I saw more than 30 samurai wearing iron armor and armed to the teeth with axes and swords, carrying shields and weapons, waiting behind the city gate.

"Remember, your role is to get those damned Romans to stop and rush out and kill them!"

"Whew! Call! ”

The soldiers roared twice and flapped their shields with their weapons to signal that they were ready!

"Squeak!"

The gates of Salamantila were opened, and dozens of Suebi warriors rushed out with their iron swords brandishing battle axes, and they rushed at the soldiers in front of them who were pulling the ropes hard.

The Romans had no idea that the Suebi would open the gates and rush out, but they could not stop their sharp battle axes empty-handed.

The roars of dozens of men and the slashing and slashing of the two field regiments in front of them terrified the soldiers of the two field regiments in front of them, and even the soldiers who resisted wielding weapons quickly fell under their skillful and cruel axes.

This attack caused many Roman soldiers to cry and drop their ropes and flee backwards.

In order to stabilize the situation, the officer of the field regiment had to take the lead in counterattacking, and he led the braver soldiers to launch a counterattack against the Soviet warriors in front of him.

But they haven't trained well for a year, and even dozens of meters of sprint have made them deeply tired, let alone facing barbarians who are stronger than them.

This was a complete death, and the Suebi warrior led by him cut off the officer's arm with a dodge and a sword, and while he was covering his broken arm and screaming, the blade of the sword was aimed at the chest and stabbed fiercely.

Seeing that their officers were so brutally killed, the soldiers behind collapsed, they were killed by dozens of people to the point that they lost their armor and fled frantically in the direction of the military formation behind.

"Hey! Go back! Go on the offensive! Go on the offensive! ”

Matteorius didn't expect it to be like this, and he shouted orders at the oncoming defeated soldiers, but it didn't work at all.

"Stop them! Stop them! ”

Angry, Matteolius grabbed the bow and arrow at his side and pointed at the remnants of the defeated army in front of him, and roared loudly, the archer not understanding what he meant.

"Shoot them! Until they stop and turn back! Matteorius roared, turning and snatching a javelin and throwing it at the deserters who rushed forward.

"Whew!"

The deserter was shot and fell, and the archers realized and drew arrows from the ground and pointed them at them.