Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Are those scouts eating rice? Tens of thousands of horses have touched the army, and they can't even send a message back! A large number of enemies appear in the south! Defense! Defense!"

Malekiss brandished a long sword, the commander’s command was conveyed downwards level by level at an abnormally terrifying speed. The companies on the march, like an extension of the commander’s flesh and blood, immediately under the drums of the bard’s complicated music. Stopped and faced the south uniformly, forming an indestructible tortoise formation, backed by the Danube, ready to fight.

The iron-plated tower shields overlap each other like dragon scales, and a sharp spear resembles a dense steel forest. Behind them, the longbowmen also began to calibrate their trajectories under the protection of their shields, preparing to face the enemy.

A paladin holding an eagle flag stood at the forefront of the queue. They wielded the mace, and they prayed loudly. Layers of golden holy halo emanated from these paladins, originally shivering in front of the ancient silver dragon. The trembling soldiers gradually settled down. Their bodies were no longer trembling, their eyes were no longer hesitating, and their lips roared wildly!

"For the Empire!!!"

When the Romans were ready for all this, they had already charged to a position less than three hundred meters away from them!

A total of 20,000 horses, with thousands of households as the unit, lined up 20 wedge-shaped phalanxes that can easily penetrate the enemy's defensive formation, roaring the name of the warchief and charging forward, and all those who serve as the tips of these spearheads are brave. Fighting blood, anger and fearless. Their goal is very clear-to break through the Eastern Roman defense array, at least to cut off the head of a field army commander!

"Let's release an arrow!!!"

Pain Hess and Malekis roared wildly at the same time, and the rain of death arrows covering the sky, like two flaming waves rising from the ground, poured fiercely on the heads of both sides. Accompanied by the stern rubbing sound, the sharp arrow clusters, the sparks hitting the sturdy armor and shield, clanged loudly!

"Hold the line of defense! Take your spears! Just force these cavalry to stop! After the cavalry loses its impact and mobility, it will not be your opponent!"

Several centurions were inspiring in the impassioned war hymns of military musicians. However, to the surprise of the elves, the wedge-shaped formation of centuries was just a guise. These terrifying monsters of the unity of centuries and horses were inconceivable in the eyes of the cavalry. His skills change into a square array during the run. He even stopped a few tens of feet before the spear, and had no intention of hitting the tortoise shell frontally. After these monsters put away their longbows, they took out peculiar earthen jars. The men and horses next to them quickly took out flint and rubbed the iron to start a fire, and lighted the cloth strips at the mouth of the jar——

"Painhurs' fireball technique! It's Painhurs' fireball technique! Damn it! The spy mentioned this thing!"

Several elven generals stared in horror, but it was too late. The first three rows of heavy armored men and horses, against the rain of elves, threw the burning crock in a neat row and let them row in the air. Create a splendid trajectory, and 3,000 Molotov cocktails are directly on the front of the empire!

The light and fragile earthen jar exploded as soon as it hits the iron-plated shield and the solid ground. The burning liquid mixed with high-density alcohol, grease, and sugar, and the broken tiles splashed in all directions! The first three rows of men and horses immediately retreated, and the men and horses behind rushed to throw Molotov cocktails. In just twelve seconds, 10,000 Molotov cocktails were poured on the heads of the imperial soldiers!

"Centurion, what happened?"

The soldier who heard the screams was unknown. Therefore, he was surrounded by densely packed Imperial heavy armored infantry in all directions. He was also lined with iron-plated towers and shields. Shield's left hand sank, and an extremely strong smell of alcohol came out! Immediately afterwards, the burning liquid gurgled down the gap between the tower shield and the tower shield, flowing freely on the uneven ground, shining the dark inside of the tortoise shell like daylight.

"fire Fire!!!"

At the end of the shoes and cloak, the soldiers ignited by the flames let out a miserable cry. They subconsciously wanted to escape from the sea of ​​fire, but they slammed their heads on other people, instead expanding the source of the fire! In just a few minutes, the originally uniform tortoise-shell spear array has become extremely chaotic under the tribe's burning offensive, and the black smoke mixed with stern flames rushes into the sky.

"Damn it! This is not a spell! Can't be dispelled?!"

Several members of the Arcane squad tried to dispel magic, but found that this thing was actually the most basic chemical phenomenon, not caused by magic at all, so they had to try to extinguish it with wind and rain. However, the howling warlock was mixed with blood, anger and fearless. , Will not give them any practice of magic, constantly countering and disarming Eastern Roman spells.

After the other men and horses smashed the Molotov cocktail, they continued to bend their bows and shoot their arrows. Without the terror defense of the tortoiseshell formation, and the distance is so close, even the imperial riveted chain mail may not be able to resist the terror attack of the sagittarius arrows. .

Ning was even the leader of a dragon, carrying the warchief and the Lord of Withered Bones on his back, and directly pounced on the commander-in-chief of the Central Army on the dragon's back!

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When the troops launched an assault, the Roman army in other places was still blinded. Looking at the flames in the distance, I don't know what happened.

A total of 300,000 troops walked on the road built by the Romans along the Danube River. Almost only twenty people could stand side by side. If the soldiers in each row are one meter apart, the difference between the vanguard and the defender of this force is a full fifteen. Kilometers! The precise observation distance of the human eye can be hundreds of meters?

After the first Central Field Army was suddenly attacked by the people and horses, only the nearby Central Field Army really reacted. Illiya and the Thracian Field Army in the front row, the First Mercia Border Army in the rear, and the Second Mercia Border Army in the rear. All are temporarily in a state of confusion, I don't know why billowing black smoke is rising from the center of the army.

"Painhurs!"

Under the black gold armor, the master of the central field army roared, Painhes didn't reply, but pointed the quadruple barrel tied to his left arm at the outrageous black dragon.

This is the spoils that Painhurs seized after defeating the Lord of Steel. Peturabo can rely on this thing to unleash an endless bombardment of Austrian fire. Every shelling can razed an entire street to flames.

The principle is simple: that energy-shaping mage can actually write the Arcane Fire as a scroll, which is stored as a cannonball for war consumption. It is no wonder that his firepower bombardment continues.

Not to mention the special abilities of the archmage, the arcane fire is stored as a scroll, and Painhurs, a sorcerer who has not been systematically studied and completely relies on talent to cast spells, will not even store ordinary spells as a scroll.

However, it doesn't matter. With the built-in magic circle of this quadruple cannon, the white horse can still transform the chaotic fire on the spot into the kind of natural disaster flames once released by the Lord of Steel!

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