"Don't stop! Don't stop, hold on to your weapons, the enemy is trembling, rush forward and crush them! Offensive! Offensive! ”

Catus roared with rage from the battle, with a stronger anger than the barbarian in front of him, he dropped his shield, and was not afraid of the oncoming barbarian, and he brandished the iron sword in his hand and roared towards him.

Seeing that His Excellency the Duke was so brave, even if he was exhausted, there were only a dozen soldiers behind him who mustered up their courage, gritted their teeth and raised their spears to aim at the dozens of Frankish soldiers who were coming in front of them.

At this time, the whole camp was in chaos, there was no so-called formation at all, both sides were strangled, and to be honest, the Franks in front of them did not seem to be as strong as they thought at that time. Because Catus was able to lead his soldiers in the strangulation of the melee to overturn the Franks in front of him so easily.

Soon, because of their absolute superiority in numbers, the Franks were no match for the Romans, who were constantly attacking them, and soon retreated.

Facing the Franks who had fled back into the woods, Catus had no intention of asking the soldiers to chase them, he just stretched out his hand and motioned for them to stop.

"Let them freeze to death in the snow, damned beasts!" Catus spat in the woods where the Franks had disappeared, and turned back to find a man still wriggling on the ground.

He was badly wounded, but even so he survived, no, not survived, but rather gasped, dragging his unsustainable body in the direction of his countrymen when they fled, leaving a long trail of drag along the way, with a little blood stain in it.

Catus trampled the barbarian who refused to die with a kick, and the struggling barbarian let out a low crying roar.

"Look who this is, damn beast!" Catus's face did not show a moment of pity for it. As he spoke, he flipped the wounded soldier open with his foot, his back facing up, and stomped heavily on his chest with his foot.

"What? It's..."

Catus's face revealed an expression of incredulity, for he saw that the dying Frank in front of him turned out to be a gray-haired old man.

Catus felt very incredible, and then he went to open the second corpse, and then the third, either the old man or the ugly disabled, because the heavy leather wrap could not tell the specific appearance and age, so their weak combat power always gave the illusion that the Franks were vulnerable.

"Lord Duke! Lord Duke! ”

The army that was fighting the enemy in the woods arrived late, but it turned out that the soldiers of Catus had already begun to clean up the battlefield.

"Gentlemen, have you come here at such a speed to taste the scraps of victory?" Catus's tone was slightly sarcastic.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but we've been attacked in the woods."

"How many of them are there?"

"Dozens."

"Dozens." Catus finally burst out laughing, and then asked, "So, where are they now?" ”

"Ran away."

"How much did you run?"

"More than half."

"So how much do we lose?"

"More than 60 people, half of them were injured and saw that there was no help."

The head of the field regiment spoke in a quieter and quieter voice, and he barely dared to raise his head to meet Catus's judgmental gaze, yes, he was questioned.

"I'm afraid I'll have to take a good look at Your Excellency's abilities when I go back." Catus sighed lightly, shook off the blood that was about to freeze on his sword, and re-sheathed it. Cheering the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield all around, "Now the Franks must be aware of our presence, and that's good, because we can already settle this battle while maintaining the pressure on them!" ”

No one knows how much the soldiers listened, but only they knew whether they understood Catus's orders.

"Okay, let's get ready and move on!"

Catus stepped over the corpse, and the cold wind blew, and he couldn't help but shiver, realizing that he was still too thinly dressed.

Looking at the soldiers beside him, he was also shivering, the cold in the woods was as cold as in the town. They all pulled bloodstained coats from the corpse and draped them over their bodies, and continued on their way.

"Lord Duke, the soldiers are exhausted, and in the ice and snow, many soldiers report that their feet are frostbitten."

"But if we don't get out in time, then resting here will give the barbarians plenty of time to react, and I obviously won't give them that opportunity." Catus said, draped the leather jacket he picked up over his shoulders, and said to the officer behind him: "This is war, race against time, we can't delay the fighter because of exhaustion, it's not that I don't care, at least our enemies don't care." ”

Catus's attitude was already very resolute, and the soldiers had to endure the exhaustion and pain to continue the march, even though they complained in a thousand ways.

Just as the Romans, who had simply packed up, were about to set off, suddenly, there was a loud noise in the woods.

"What, what is this!"

The soldiers looked at each other, their mouths couldn't help but ask, and their hearts even raised their throats.

"Steady, steady!"

Catus also realized that something was wrong with the voice, and he raised his right hand above his head to signal the soldiers not to be confused by the sound, while he stared at the woods in front of him with wide eyes, and his first thought was "There must be a problem!" ”

"Wow!"

A war horse jumped up behind the bushes, and the splashed snowflakes lingered around the war horse like a cloud, and the knight on horseback was dressed in military uniform.

The man was dressed in a leather jacket and blended with the horse under his crotch, holding a riding spear, tightly clasped around his waist, and roared towards the Roman soldiers in front of him, and soon, a rapid trumpet sounded, and a large group of cavalry appeared from among the trees, and they quickly opened their lines into the clearing and roared towards the Romans in front of them.

"They're coming! They're coming! ”

It was only then that the scattered Roman soldiers realized the danger and that they had to form a dense front to defend themselves against the onslaught of cavalry, as was customary in their training.

However, they were filled with a large number of border militia, which caused the enemy to be in chaos in the array, and could not form a suitable line of defense in front of the enemy's cavalry.

"Damn it, what are you doing! Damn it! Damn it! ”

Seeing that his team was so chaotic, Catus naturally couldn't help but scold, but the angry scolding could not solve the primary problem at hand, and Catus could only watch as the soldiers he had just gathered together were all scattered in an instant.

The soldiers who tried to defend were completely hopeless, they scattered like birds and beasts, fighting separately with shields in hand, but how could they be the opponents of the cavalry, under the great advantage of the open space, the barbarian cavalry shuttled back and forth, slaughtering all the Roman soldiers in front of them who tried to resist or give up resistance with their lances and scimitars.

Hans hid in it, or tried to escape, but the chaos did not give him a chance, so he could only hide by the destroyed tent and pretend to be dead, only to see Catus standing in place not far away, muttering a word in his mouth.