Virgil once said: war, terrible war.

He was a poet in the early days of the empire, an eclectic poet in the midst of the world, and he was awake to war, because it was a pioneering and crazy age.

Believing that he had seen all kinds of wars and the establishment of a superpower unparalleled in the world, he was at odds with the Romans, eager to conquer, and not least because he was a Gaul.

In other words, if he could see a war of this magnitude in the future, he would have used another tone to explain the words he had spoken to describe this bloody battle.

Hundreds of thousands of people are fighting frantically on this huge battlefield that stretches for several kilometers.

In the frenzied fighting, Odoric gasped for breath, and the frequent killings had exhausted him, and he couldn't stop shaking from exertion.

He drank the blood of the Viesgothic enemies, and his blood was slight, and the red blood oozed from between his teeth, and the viscous blood, flowing outward from his lips and teeth, made him decorate with a terrible appearance.

Odoric, he, and his men were beasts of the woods, horrible wolves, screaming and pulling their hoarse voices, wielding blood-stained weapons that left the ground twisted with corpses.

"Let the soldiers reorganize their defenses, and let these barbarians squander their strength to gnaw on their shields!" Theodoric commanded.

The soldiers in front of them were in disarray, but the soldiers behind them re-formed a shield wall with their shields and erected their spears.

The retreating Gothic soldiers made their way through the gaps they had vacated until the advancing and attacking barbarians "hit the wall" again, crashing into the Goths' reconstituted shield wall.

Theodoric's soldiers never let him down, yes, they once again held off the barbarian onslaught.

Theodoric was in no hurry to ask his soldiers to fight back, though he clearly did not allow these barbarians, who had no contact with civilization at all, to show off their might in front of him so brazenly.

Theodoric did not give the first order to attack, he still hesitated, and frequently turned his head to look at the advancing Roman army.

What the hell happened to Luga? Turning a blind eye to the bloody battle of his allies, he still recklessly approached Attila closer and closer, closer and closer.

"Terrible bastard." Theodoric looked at Luga, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You really don't intend to give yourself a chance to breathe, you put a rope around your neck, and then hold the other end of the rope, and you plan to put it around Attila's neck, this is completely the same end, what are you for?" ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Theodoric couldn't help but shake his head, his face was full of helplessness, and then he smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Okay, okay, Flavis. Luga, you unwilling lonely dancer, then let us dance with you in your footsteps! ”

Although he didn't know why this crazy Augustus would do this desperately, he was so desperate to know the final result, so it was okay, the war was crazy, since the choice was made, then let's go crazy together!

Theodoric looked down and saw the soldiers watching him below, their battle axes in hand and their armor tightly tightened. The wolves were eager to hunt, and the eyes of Theodoric revealed the heat.

"Go, let these lawless barbarians know about our cruelty!" Theodoric's eyes were frosty, and his words were flat but heavy.

The king's promise was the loudest trumpet, and the soldiers roared with the glittering battle axes in their hands, and they were eager to slaughter.

Odoric led his men in pursuit, for the long battle had left him out of breath.

"Hold on! Fight! Fight! ”

Even though his hands were so heavy that he couldn't hold the blood-stained battle axe in his hands, he was like an exhausted bull, his thick nostrils were full of rough air, and every breath seemed like a low roar.

In front of him, the wall of shields reorganized by the Vithgoths was displayed in front of him, and with the dense array of spears, Odoric looked back at the soldiers who followed him, tired but still following their leader in advance and retreat.

Afraid that he didn't expect his soldiers to be so loyal, Odoric's heart welled up, at least they knew what they were fighting for.

The Alto Goths and the Alemanni tribes were once again close to the Goths who retreated and reformed the shield wall.

"Attack! Offensive! ”

Although his mouth was bitter and his throat was sweet, Odoric gritted his teeth and beckoned the soldiers to rush forward.

Just as the barbarians had mustered up the courage to break through the spears of the Gothic soldiers once more, and then prepared to repeat the attack as before, tearing apart the line of the Vithgoths once more.

Who would have thought that at the moment when they collided, suddenly there was a roar from behind the Gothic shield, and a large group of people wearing only hard leather armor and holding battle axes landed from the sky in the barbarian army that had not had time to react.

The frenzied Visgoths swung their tomahawks in the crowd and beheaded a piece of people.

The barbarian army was taken by surprise by the sudden blow, only to see the axe-wielding men fall one by one, and the remaining soldiers had to keep backing to avoid the deadly whirlwind.

"Come back! Come back! ”

The front-line officers beckoned, and when they were exhausted, the shieldmen raised their shields and told them to retreat, and when the chasing barbarian coalition rushed up again, they crashed into the sturdy shields again.

On the high ground, Diego looked left and right in the confusion, the cavalry on both sides was already in disarray, he held his rifle and stared alertly at the Scythian cavalry shuttling back and forth around him.

They wore tall hats inlaid with iron plates, wielding scimitars and slashing like nimble fish in the water.

With his rifle in both hands, Diego gritted his teeth and searched for a target among the crowds of cavalry.

At this time, he found a Scythian, and the Scythian also discovered him. He rode over, brandishing his scimitar high above his head and roaring towards Diego.

Diego's eyes were fixed on the rushing cavalry in front of him, and the moment the horse made contact with him, Diego roared, and suddenly raised his rifle to the side and stabbed it violently.

"Huh!"

The cavalry was broken in an instant, but the first half of the cavalry had already penetrated the Scythian cavalry, and the cavalry instantly lost its strength and fell off his horse alone.

"We are surrounded! We're surrounded! ”

Just as Diego breathed a sigh of relief when he killed the guy, he suddenly heard the exclamation of the soldier behind him, which was a Semitic language that he could understand.

His heart trembled, and when he turned around, he saw a horse coming towards him.

"Bang!"

Diego was knocked to the ground before he could scream, and before he could react, a rope was tightened around his neck.

Diego was captured.