The mountains and fields were filled with the corpses of the Germanic coalition, and one or two legions of infantry were directly routed, continually retreating in a panic.
"Is this how you use heavy cavalry?"
"Does Attila, the God’s Whip, want a quick battle?!"
At this time, Duncan looked up at the sky. The decisive battle started after three o’clock in the afternoon, and it was now close to four o’clock, the sky had darkened a bit. If it dragged on, it would turn into a field and chaotic battle.
After dark, the Huns’ mounted archery would be affected.
——Wind!
Attila, the God’s Whip, grasped the situation with clear insight. As his central army’s command flag changed, something that made Duncan’s scalp tingle occurred. The vast Huns’ army began to change formation, tens of thousands of warhorses galloped across the central line, surging with the command of the central army, and tens of thousands of Hun cavalry began to rotate to the right!
Almost fifty thousand Hun cavalry, like a rotating whirlwind, stirred up a terrifying storm across the battlefield!
A rain of arrows that blotted out the sun poured down on the imperial coalition’s left wing.
With the rightward whirl of the wind, tens of thousands of horses galloped, ten thousand arrows were fired, countless Hun riders, as if under the command of the God’s Whip, formed a vast whole. Although it was just a ninety-degree right rotation, the covered area nearly enveloped the entire central battlefield. Endless sharp arrows poured out with the wind, causing tremendous casualties to the imperial coalition’s left wing.
The Roman cavalry prepared for defense couldn’t stop them, and the barbarian foreign cavalry collapsed at first contact.
When the Germanic coalition led by the Saxons retreated, the imperial legion, steadfastly holding formation on the left wing, was immediately caught in a pincer attack. The soldiers of the imperial legion had to contend with melee combat at the front while raising shields to guard against arrows from the side.
At this time, the ordinary imperial legion was barely holding on.
"Eagle Banner forward!"
"Fight for the Empire!!!"
At the moment when the entire military formation was about to be overwhelmed by the God’s Whip’s whirlwind, the burly figure of Aetius appeared. With his aging body, he donned armor and entered the fray himself, even holding a radiant golden eagle banner. Under the sunlight, the gold-crafted eagle banner shone brilliantly.
——Aetius (Protector of the Realm) (Mitra’s Army) (Legendary Commander) (Gods’ Gaze) (Empire’s Twilight) [Silver-Grey Skull Mark]!
——Barbarian Elite Imperial Guard (Veteran Warriors) (Two-Star Silver-Grey).
——Imperial Eagle Banner Field Army (Veteran Warriors) (Two-Star).
——Imperial Elite Field Army (One-Star).
Drink!
One by one, heavy shields clad in iron were raised. The truly elite troops stepped onto the battlefield. Protector of the Realm, Aetius, glanced at the Western Goth king on the right flank, then looked towards Duncan’s location, personally stepping to the first line, lifting the Roman heavy shield in his hand and wielding a spear to face the Hun cavalry surging like a whirlwind.
Wherever the golden eagle banner went, nearby Roman legions all bore ’inspire’ marks, and even the British Legion exhibited a temporary state of ’fight for the Empire’.
Countless shields formed a wall as solid as a rock on the battlefield!
"Shield wall!"
"Shield wall!"
The Roman elite on the left flank stepped forward, their steps orderly, like the imperial garrison forbidden army of the pre-Christian era, upholding the empire’s last bit of glory as the empire faded at sunset.
A barrage of arrows was blocked.
The Imperial Eagle Banner Field Army formed an iron defense line as solid as rock, with heavy shields riddled with arrows, forcibly halting the storm stirred by the Huns’ army.
The last assets of the Western Empire were all here.
If they all perished, the Western Empire would have no elite troops left.
At the same moment.
A terrifying battle cry rang out. As the Protector of the Realm, Aetius personally entered the fight, the valiant Frankish heavy infantry began their counterattack. A sky full of Frankish axes was hurled out. Following a thunderous roar, the Frankish heavy infantry raised their shields and axes, launched a counter-charge against the Gepids before them!
They were like repressed beasts pouncing out, eager to gorge on the blood of their foes!
Up until this moment, Aetius finally deployed the Frankish axe-throwing heavy infantry, the fiercest fighters within the barbarians, to the battlefield.
All at once, the entire left wing turned into an extremely bloody slaughterhouse!
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