This time there were not many troops, Luga only brought more than 2,000 people, and it was the newly formed lark army.

For the first time, the newly formed army took to the battlefield, facing an enemy that was not only poorly equipped but also disorganized. But after all, they are facing more than twice as many enemies, and they are facing a black oppressive patch, and in the face of such a huge numerical disadvantage, even veterans of war must hesitate.

Luga led his horse with a horse and led the cavalry to stand at the rear of the team, he was afraid that the rebels would be a little frightened and stop the attack.

The newly formed Lark Legion did not have good armor protection, so they wore leather armor, which was light and flexible although it lacked protection, which was very helpful for this large-scale army.

"Cheer up, girls!" The overseers on horseback waved their whips on their horses, and they roared over and over again, forcing the six hundred infantry of the first array to form a straight line, arranging in four formations, advancing step by step, as if they were about to attack.

"Don't panic when you encounter the enemy, just like you usually train, don't be afraid, because they will be more afraid than you!" The centurion walked at the forefront, and from time to time they turned back and shouted to the soldiers behind them.

"Today it will prove that you are a crucial battle for the warriors of my empire!" Luga stepped on horseback and came to the front of the army, he was wearing a Corbridge B-type cuirass, wrapped in a gray and red cloak, and wearing a silver helmet inlaid with red vertical horses, this time, he used the Gallic J-shaped helmet that had been in decline for a long time in the Roman Empire, and it was already self-evident what he wanted to express, but of course such a new and retro image made the eyes of these soldiers shine, as if it was no longer Flavis riding in front of them. Luga, but Caesar Trajan, or Mark. Aurelius, these heroes of old, seem to have suddenly come back to life. Their eyeballs were grasped tightly by Luga, who passed by them, and even the soldier clenched his spear in his hand. "Augustus is with God, and they will bear witness to our great exploits!"

"There are so many rebels in Bagunda that even if they are lined up in the same phalanx as us, they are still just a rabble!" Luga said as he rode his horse to a flag-bearer. He stretched out his hand to take the banner from the bearer's hand, put it on his shoulder, and said to the soldiers who looked up at him: "Perhaps you have heard of my deeds of draining the blood of the Vandals in Great Sicily, and accidentally trampling on the ships of the Vandals outside Carthage. Such an exaggerated statement made the soldiers laugh.

"Of course, it's not my glory!" Luga smiled and lowered his head, and in that moment the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a serious face, and he raised the Rabelan flag in his hand and said loudly: "My glory is to fight side by side with you, and this time I will be with you, and I will watch you and watch you go forward, and push them down with your shields, and stomp on them with your feet, and pierce their hearts with your spears!" Because this land needs blood to irrigate! ”

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Listening to Luga's words, the soldiers did not cheer, but instead beat the shields in their hands in the same rhythm and made a roar like war drums. That sound was like a small wooden hammer, knocking on the heart one by one, making people's blood boil!

"At least they are not inferior to any army now, because I gave them courage!" Thinking to himself, Luga turned his horse and returned the banner to the bearer, drawing his iron sword and striking the spearheads of the first row of soldiers one by one.

"Let me see how powerful you really are!" Luga said, raising his sword and pointing directly at the Bagunda rebels in front of him, "Go, you know what to do!" ”

"Onward! Advance! ”

The centurions were the first to respond, drawing their iron swords and clenching them tightly in their hands, and they drove the entire array forward.

This really surprised the Bagauda rebels in the face of the Roman army, after all, they had never seen a Roman, less than half their number, take the initiative to attack them.

Although the number is huge, but his equipment is backward, the commander Jürgen, who has always been unassuming, chooses to be cautious in such a scene. Therefore, in the face of the slowly advancing Roman army, Huergen chose to stay where he was.

As the Roman army approached further, the Bagauda rebels naturally could not watch the fighters lose, only to see a large number of soldiers in short clothes rushing out of the infantry phalanx they had arranged, some of them were armed with bows and arrows and some with javelins, all of them were long-range infantry, and they quickly ran to a distance of nearly a hundred meters from the Roman army and stopped.

The infantry of the first array was still advancing slowly under the trumpeter's trumpet, and they pushed forward with their shields, although they all knew what they would face if they went any further, but they had no choice but to follow the trumpeter's trumpet.

"Push! Push forward! ”

The Overseers shouted loudly and rode their horses forward, and gradually the first array was within sixty meters of the enemy's ranged infantry.

"Brush Brush ......"

A large number of javelins and arrows swept in like a storm.

"Jingle ......"

The advancing Roman soldiers hid behind their shields, and the arrows and javelins were fired at the wide shields in the soldiers' hands. Of course, there are still many unlucky ghosts who are unlucky and fall to the ground on the way forward, but the same still does not stop them.

"Fight back! Counterattack! ”

The centurion shouted to the rear, and the archers, hiding behind their shields, pinched their arrows in one hand, and in the gap between the Bagoda rebels after a round of attacks, they slammed into their feet and aimed at the bustling Bagouda rebels in front of them.

A rain of arrows covered the feet of the long-range infantry of the Ba Gouda rebels, many of them fell to the ground with a scream of arrows, and the rest of the lucky ones curled up and wanted to fight back! But the second round of arrows made them realize that if they didn't retreat, they might stay here forever.

As if to disperse the jackals, the light infantry of Bagunda turned and quickly retreated.

The infantry of the first Roman array was less than thirty meters away from the rebel infantry of Baguda.

"Jog, jog!"

The centurion shouted, trying to keep the soldiers physically fit as good as they could.

"Woo woo woo ......"

A rough horn sounded, it was the horn of the attack of the rebels of Ba Gouda. "Huhuhu......" The rough screams of the Bagauda rebels made many of the infantry in the Roman army weak their legs, and they were obviously superior.

"Stop! Stop it! The centurions stopped the soldiers, and they gathered together to form a shield wall to face the Bagunda rebels.