After all, these dozens of berserkers were flesh and blood, powerless in the face of the group-like charge of two thousand cavalry. Soon, their roars and seemingly tall figures were swallowed up by the cavalry. Even the strongest body could not withstand the sharp tip of the cavalry spear and the speed of the horse's charge.

The galloping cavalry continued to move forward, crashing into the dense Anglo-Saxon coalition, flesh crashing against the heavy shields and making a heavy crash "rumbling" like a war drum.

The dense cavalry array brought the charging Anglo-Saxon troops to a sharp halt. They gritted their teeth, resisted the pressure, and used their physical fitness to squeeze together to force the Roman cavalry to stop.

"Stand back! Back off! Back off! ”

Luga led the cavalry into the quagmire of the Anglo-Saxons, and he immediately took it, beckoning his cavalry to retreat before the Anglo-Saxons could stick themselves to the cavalry under his command like glue and could not move.

The cavalry rode back, but after all, the huge cavalry force had four detachments of cavalry, and it took a lot of time to turn the horse's head and evacuate from the battlefield.

Luga was on horseback, his spear had been broken, and he had no choice but to draw his Spada sword and fight back against any Anglo or Saxon who wanted to approach him.

Cavalry was constantly being swept to the ground by the Anglo-Saxon coalition, and screams resounded around Luga.

"Hold on! Hold on! ”

Luga shouted, only to see an Anglo soldier waving the iron sword in his hand and roaring and charging, Luga was quick to raise the Spada's iron sword and stab straight at it.

The tip of the sword pierced the Anglo soldier's chest, and he fell in pain, looking terrible. More and more Anglo-Saxon soldiers poured in, the cavalry in front kept fighting to delay time for the cavalry in the rear, and the scattered cavalry returned to the rear of the Ninth Army.

"What about the general? What about the generals? ”

At the forefront of the army, Malenius kept looking for Luga among the returning cavalry, but he could not find it.

"Steady! Steady! ”

Luga shouted, for he had no time to retreat, and was surrounded by the glue-like Anglo-Saxon infantry, and when he resisted, he heard his mount scream and fall to the ground, throwing him all down.

Lu Jia looked at it, and it turned out that his war horse had fallen in a pool of blood and only one breath left. He cursed to be damned, but there were enemies all around, and without further ado, he hastened to pick up a barbarian's shield from the ground as a weapon of defense.

Looking around, he found that he was not alone, and was surrounded by Anglo-Saxon soldiers who had not had time to retreat, and they were cut off their horses one after another with axes.

They spotted Luga and approached him, using their shields to push away the enemy who dared to come forward.

"Damn, every time." Luga couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his luck was simply bursting, he smiled bitterly, and finally accepted the arrangement of fate, every time he led the charge to always encounter unimaginable mistakes, such as falling from a horse and falling into danger, every time Andrew appeared in time to help him, but I don't know who it will be this time.

The Anglo-Saxons immediately saw that this officer, who looked different from normal soldiers, immediately surrounded him. The retreat of these dozens of dismounted cavalrymen was sealed off in order to cut off Luga's head.

They roared, spittle scattered, and swung their weapons against the shields of the soldiers around them, and the cavalry struggled to support themselves with their broken shields.

"Retreat outside, retreat outside." Luga was still trying to calm the deeply shaken morale of the army, and the soldiers, led by the Supreme Commander, decided to hold on, even though they had no power to resist in the face of the Anglo-Saxon forces.

The last cavalry capable of escaping left the battlefield, leaving only Luga and them, and he seemed to feel the blood-red gaze of the murderous eyes around him. It made him shudder.

"Together, dense array!" Luga beckoned to his cavalry, who gathered in a frenzy to break up the dense array of Roman cavalry.

He also threw himself into battle, holding up his shield as a defense, fending off enemy swings and stabbing anyone who tried to come near him and hurt him.

"Damn, the commander didn't come out!"

Malenius watched hopefully as the last cavalryman passed by him weakly, and it was not Luga, so it proved that Luga was surrounded by them.

"Order the soldiers to rush forward, we need to save our commander." Malenius jerked his head back and saw the gloomy face of Father Cancarlo.

"Obviously, Lord Luga is surrounded by a crowd." Father Jiang Karo shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and muttered, "This is what he owes me, and he owes me a life!" After he finished speaking, he turned back and nodded at the monks, who understood and beckoned the legionary infantry to attack on all fronts.

"Boom ......"

The earth trembled slightly under the trampling of thousands of footsteps, and suddenly I looked up and saw that in the grass not far away, thousands of Roman soldiers had gathered into a huge torrent and swept in.

After a long period of physically exhausted fighting, the Anglo-Saxon soldiers were already exhausted, and they had never experienced a battle of such magnitude and duration. Without the help of the commander, they gradually lost confidence, and they had to face the huge movement caused by the charge of the Ninth Legion in the midst of the siege of Luga and his party.

A team of several hundred men stepped forward to form a strong shield wall, but at this moment, the command office behind the Anglo-Saxon army sounded the horn of retreat. Many people turned around in confusion and saw the Anglo-Saxon soldiers led by Alter fleeing from the gate of Seguntum with their armor thrown away their armor, led by Alter, who was covered in blood, what did they encounter? I don't know, but every one of them was wounded, and they ran weakly, and the last of their strength was used to escape.

"They failed!"

Although the soldiers of the coalition were known for their bravery and fearlessness, they could not withstand the defeat of their compatriots. The defeat of exhausted new enemies and companions has become the last straw that crushes their morale, and a large number of soldiers in the coalition array have retreated, which makes Luga incomprehensible, and the victory has been won in vain, I am afraid it is not so simple.

The retreating soldiers scattered on both sides, and in the middle appeared the humble chariot of the barbarians, pulled by two horses, and on the cart stood Luga's opponent, Kevin. Thain.

He was not reconciled to the defeat of his soldiers, or he did not want the soldiers to snatch the fruits of victory that should have belonged to him.

With the Dragon's Breath Sword in his right hand and the Javelin in his left, he pounced on Luga's group.

"Romans!" Kevin. Sain's two pieces were red, and he roared angrily, raising his javelin and throwing it at him.

A Roman cavalry won the bid, and he bounced backwards on the spot, falling heavily to the ground, his horse neighing and knocking away all the Roman soldiers who dared to stand in his way, and his ultimate goal was Luga alone.

"Damn, why is there always no good luck!" Luga gritted his teeth, threw away the broken shield, found a relatively intact one in the pile of corpses on the ground, tied it in his left hand, and weighed the Spada's iron sword in his right hand, waiting for Kevin in front of him. Sain, he knew that he had to face this moment alone, and he couldn't hide.