Ludinand, the capital of the Gallic province of Ludugo in the Western Roman Empire, was captured two years earlier by the Kingdom of Burgundy, which had been founded by the Burgundians on the occasion of the Bulgundian Movement in the Gallic provinces and the Visigoths during the invasion of Southern Gaul. The war with the Visigoths was tight, and Aetius's army could not be freed, and now the Battle of Narpon had wounded the Goths, thwarted the Goths' encroachment on the territory of the empire, and now began the war against the Burgundians with Ludinand as the beginning.

The city had withstood the continuous onslaught of the Roman legions, and was in tatters. The walls that stood for hundreds of years were originally used by the Romans to defend against barbarian invasions, and now the attackers are the Romans themselves.

Our five phalanx were advancing, passing by a whole row of huge trebuchets, and groups of soldiers were busy underneath them, loading stones for them. Everyone was tired and sweating, and no one was in the mood to say goodbye to the strangers who were about to die. Walking further, less than 100 meters from the walls of Ludinand, there were neatly lined up on the left and right of archers wearing Gallic helmets and dressed in various colors. Each of them had several wooden arrows stuck under their feet, and in front of them was a small earthen ditch filled with grease. They all looked back at us with extremely indifferent eyes, for to them we were just another group of cannon fodder for the siege.

"Look, there's another batch."

"yes, these poor fellows don't even have decent armor."

The archers talked a lot, and for us who were strangers, the pity in their mouths could be regarded as a little comfort in our hearts.

"It's better for us to stand in the back and not ......"

"Whew!"

Before the speaker could finish speaking, an arrow pierced his chest and fell to the ground.

"Ready! Preparation! ”

The archers quickly reached for the arrows stuck in the ground, but more arrows fell from the sky in an instant, and the arrows of the archers, who had no shields to defend them, fell into the ditch at their feet, and those who tried to save them were also struck by arrows. The archers began to be confused, and everyone bowed their bodies and drew their arrows to shoot them, not caring if they could shoot or not.

"Ignition! Counterattack! ”

The commander shouted a command, and the soldier with the torch threw the torch into the ditch full of oil, ignoring the wounded soldier who was struggling in the ditch. The sound of burning, screaming filled the eardrums of all of us. I, along with everyone present, raised my shield above my head to defend against arrows flying from the walls, and crossed the fiery ravine, where the wounded soldiers had stopped struggling. I could clearly hear faint weeping, in our phalanx, yes, someone had been shaken.

"You guys push the battering cones!"

Old Overseer Medeus commanded a few men and began to try to muster the courage and fighting spirit we had left. "Romans! Don't be afraid! Don't hold back! Advance! Advance! ”

"Onward! Advance! ”

The soldiers around him closed their eyes one after another, their expressions were hideous, and they looked extremely painful, but there was no way but to brave the rain of arrows to advance.

"Dangdang..."

The first salvo given to us by the Burgundians on the walls of Ludinan was blocked by our shields.

"Protect the battering cone! You can die, but you can't stop! ”

A phalanx was clustered around the siege cone under the orders of the Old Overseer, protecting the soldiers pushing the cone. We continued to push forward, and the Burgundians did not relax for a moment, and continued to give us round after round of shooting. As the distance got closer and closer, people kept falling from arrows on the way forward, and the mercenaries still gritted their teeth and persevered. The walls are right in front of you, but when you walk through them, it feels like you're so far away from Rome.

"Those who retreat will be killed!"

Behind him were dozens of Overseer cavalry, spear-wielding, following us closely, knowing with their toes that they were not besieging the city, but were responsible for slaughtering deserters.

"Don't look back......"

One of the Overseer cavalrymen was shot off his horse, but his empty spot was quickly filled by someone behind him to continue his overseer duties.

"Rome! Rome ......"

Andrew looked in high spirits, presumably with the promise of Aetius, who was now at the front of the line, with a shield in his left hand and a flag in his right. It seemed that the rain of arrows could not stop him at all, and he became the vanguard of the team, leading the team forward.

"Woo woo woo ......"

A series of trumpets sounded, and the siege towers behind them began to rise slowly, and large clouds of dust rose behind the archers, and black flags fluttered in the dust. Black flags, black cavalry, a large number of cavalry are gathering, it's the Huns, the Huns are coming!

"Pick up the pace! Don't be afraid! Keep moving!!! ”

The old Overseer led us in a trot, and he couldn't wait to get to the city gates in the blink of an eye. Crash through the gates, complete the mission, and put an end to such a living nightmare.

"Click!"

The sound of a huge string struggling sounded from the front, and my heart trembled.

"Boom!"

The huge bolt slammed right down at my side, and the soldier behind me was pierced by the bolt and was pinned to the ground before he could scream. The huge impact of the crossbow shook the surrounding people to their knees, followed by a rain of arrows, and more soldiers fell to the ground with arrows, and in an instant more than half of the wounded were killed and wounded in a phalanx, and many wounded soldiers struggled on the ground and cried, but it didn't help, no one cared about them at all. They could only watch as their blood drained and died.

"Click......"

A series of huge bowstring bullets sounded again, and the unstoppable crossbow bolts tore the phalanx apart, and a large number of soldiers were either killed by the crossbow arrows or fell by the arrows. Finally, the last remaining courage of the soldiers was lost.

"Run, if you don't want to die, run!"

As soon as I heard that hoarse cry, I knew it was the head of the phlegm throat, and I was surprised how this guy could live so long. The mood of defeat was like a highly contagious virus infecting one soldier after another, "Run, run, run!" "They changed their words, and many of them had begun to break down, and the large number of casualties made it unbearable for them to fight again, and they wanted to live, so they ran back with the phlegm throat that took the lead.

"Don't go back!"

The Overseer cavalry pointed their guns at the fleeing soldiers and shouted at them, but to no avail, they wanted to keep them alive.

"Whew!"

One of the Overseer cavalry stabbed one of the deserters in the abdomen with a relentless lance, and the rest of the cavalry drew in a straight line, mercilessly slaughtering every soldier who turned back.