Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull offering skull seat!!!"

Christina is like a blood-colored murderous god. Amidst the sky-shaking battle roar and the friction of the iron plates, she descended behind the slave army. In the rain of arrows, the slaves who had completely lost their intent to fight had already been beaten. He lost his helmet and armor, the super long spear dropped to the ground, and fled in fear, facing the rouge horse, there was no will to resist at all.

The elect of the blood god, clenching the handle of the giant sword, swept a sharp arc in front of them. A full cut off the heads of six slaves, every time she sacrificed a lively life to the blood **** in battle, the **** flames on the blade would burn more and more terrifying! The action of the attack also became more and more swift and violent.

After Christina was like no man’s land, with the sharp steel blades and strong horseshoes, she smashed through the army of slaves in one breath, the gift given to her by the blood **** was as bright as the sun, and the small half of the canyon was shining like Scarlet dawn.

However, these slaves were still in the unconscious, relying on their own flesh and blood, and barely completed half of the task: hindering the charge of the horses.

The eight thousand barbarians who had lost their charge, were not reconciled to retreat. So, under the leadership of Rouge Liema, they launched a tentative attack on the Immortal Army-their desperate discovery, even if they tried their best, Without the bonus of charging power, only a faint scratch can be left on the opponent's metal skin.

Christina frantically rotated the sharp blade in her hand, the blessed blade, almost turned into a **** storm, in a flash, leaving six faint white scars on the steel skin of the Immortal Army.

The blessing of the blood **** only made her attacks become more swift and violent, almost reaching the level of being unable to dodge, but it did not increase the damage of the weapon.

At the same time, the Teflin shooter behind the Immortal Army also roared and shot rounds of arrows covering the sky, shooting and killing the escaped slaves and the combatants indiscriminately. The casualties caused by them were even greater than those of the Immortal Army. The companions around him were shot and killed by the bows and arrows of the horses and horses, and blood was splattered everywhere, and the remaining people still shouted the name of the king of kings, pulling the compound short bow in their hands into rounds of terrifying full moons.

"Tsk, retreat first, and then charge once, let the goblin wolf riders also play, and if there is something to make trouble, let those little things deal with it."

In desperation, Christina had no choice but to retreat, instead of smashing with the immortal puppets. After fighting for such a short period of time, there were two horses and horses beside them, who were alive and hammered by these terrifying golems. The shield was removed, and the skull was opened by the way.

The steel golem fighting against him also wielded a heavy hammer, almost rubbing his left shoulder, and smashed a terrifying depression on the ground.

In the rapid and short sound of the horn, the druid summoned dense green vines, twisted, dancing wildly, winding around the immortal golem, looking from a distance, like a dense snake pool, delaying it as much as possible The slightest bit of the enemy allowed everyone to retreat safely.

The blessing of the blood **** on Christina also gradually dissipated when she withdrew from the battle.

"It seems that the opponent's spellcaster has basically run out of spell slots during a whole day of combat, and even some small tricks have been broken."

Abhuos frowned slightly, thinking about the next attack.

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Seeing the retreating men and horses, sweaty and trembling with their muscles, the Teflins sat on the spot. Although these dismounted archers are brave and fearless and have excellent archery skills, they are physically strong at this moment. The limit has been reached, and there is no way to continue fighting.

"Where's Lao Tzu's arrow? It's been shot out long ago, and you won't bring some spares? We are all fighting, are the logistics asleep?!"

"Water! Give me water! And food!"

"Damn! General, we have been fighting for so long, brothers have reached the limit, can't we rest?"

The Teflin noble in charge of the war is also a bit tired at this moment. The King of Kings plans to unite the Holy Meteorite Cavalry with the Immortal. The Nightmare Warhorse, as a sharp knife, tears the Fugen’s army away, let those The steel golem rushed through the gap and directly defeated the Roman formation.

However, those **** grassland nomads, like mad dogs, gnawed on the western front, and tens of thousands of troops rushed into the battle thirteen times in a row! Thirteen times!

Not to mention the horses of ordinary heavy cavalry, it is the nightmare of holy meteoric cavalry, and the endurance is not so exaggerated! If the Immortal Army is moved to the Eastern Front at this time, those damned men and horses will definitely kill all the way to the side of the King of Kings.

If the commanders of the corps have been observing the battlefield, taking advantage of the situation with the infantry of a few corps, and assaulting all the way along the cracks ripped by the men and horses, then the Persian Empire is over!

Thinking of this, the half-devil aristocrat sighed, and withdrew these tired archers to rest behind him. By the way, he mobilized some Teflin's orion and jackal archers to come to assist.

Contrary to them, the meticulous, obsessive-compulsive disorder of the Roman Legion, not only in terms of training and camping, but also in logistical support, has achieved perfection. It has more than half of Asia Minor and the blood transfusion of an entire Greek region. Get countless resources.

Numerous auxiliary troops set on torches to replenish quiveres for the retreating troops, replace their lances, and even treat wounds. Some were seriously injured and unable to fight for the time being. There were even two or three elves who personally took off their armors for them, undergoing intensive inspections and treating their injuries.

For a while, many veterans who fumbled on the grasslands were immersed in the empire's incomparably complete war system, lamenting the beauty of the South, which they did not receive in the grasslands. Once the charge was withdrawn, the lucky ones were healed by the magic arts, the ones with bad luck, at most, the druids applied some herbs to the wounds, tied a bandage, patted twice and continued to roll to the front to fight.

I don’t know how long it took, Teflin finally assembled the archers, and once again shot a crooked rain of arrows against the charging troops, but at this time, there is enough time for Christina to bring her own troops and move towards immortality. The army charged twice! ! !

"Look, I said, I can take everyone and charge one more time than you. I won!"

The rouge horse withdrew from the battlefield panting, her long scarlet hair as soft as a waterfall, completely wet with sweat and blood, her blush hair sticky all over her body, but this tired appearance did not show her at all. The slightest bit of embarrassment and embarrassment, on the contrary, is like a death rose blooming in blood, which looks even more delicate and dangerous.

"Good good, you won."

Regardless of the blood stains on the other side, Painhurs embraced his lover fondly. At this moment, countless elves and humans hurriedly unloaded their armors for the monsters who had just returned, and sent a lot of fresh water and high-energy food for them to rest.

With the help of auxiliary logistics, the troops of the warchief put on Roman-style iron armor again. Although the fatigue of the previous seven consecutive charges was not completely relieved, it was barely restored to the level of combat.

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On the other side, the new Teflin Orion, as well as a large number of Jackal tribesmen, fell into the fear of death in the dark.

In their opinion, the immortal golem, which is almost invincible, has been damaged in the continuous charge of the horses and horses. Isn't the opponent more terrifying than these iron golems! In the battlefield, the pungent smell of blood and unpleasant rust constantly stimulated their sense of smell, and the fearful faces of their compatriots made them feel a little frustrated. They have not rested for ten minutes. The sound of the absolute horseshoe trembles again!

The thunder of thousands of horses hooves hitting the canyon, as if hitting their fragile hearts!

The eighteenth, nineteenth, twentieth time!

Painhurs took his people, like a frenzy under the moon, and continued to charge five times! Forty thousand slender lances, with the help of terrifying force, left more and more terrible scars on the metal puppets, pressing down the last straw on the immortal, and more and more steel golems. , Fell to the ground feebly.

The miscellaneous soldiers behind the golem bent their bows and set up arrows, trying to obstruct and expel them from the ruthless rush, but instead, they exposed their position in the continuous sound of bowstrings.

The retreating men and horses were idle anyway. The heavy things like golems couldn't catch up with them. They simply twisted their flexible waists back 180 degrees, toward the direction where the arrow rain started. Quickly fired large arrows dedicated to monsters, and the sharp feather arrows that covered the sky and the sun almost obscured the brilliance of the stars and the moon, spreading destruction and death on the flesh and blood of the Orion and the tribesmen.

"Don't run away! You are fighting side by side with the most glorious immortal army in the empire. Do you still want to be deserters? Cowards!!!"

Seeing that his troops were in danger of collapse, the Persian nobles who supervised the battle hurriedly waved the long whip in his hand and threw a loud whip in the air.

"You stay here and shoot arrows constantly. There is an immortal army in front of you. You may not die if you continue to fight. It may even shoot a few damned men and horses and make great achievements! But if you run? I will definitely kill you. Family members, villages, and even tribes are completely crushed!"

The Teflin nobles barely controlled the situation, but in the next second, the sound of horseshoes like thunder and drums, accompanied by the trembling earth, burst again!

This time, these miscellaneous soldiers in the rear completely lost all morale, wailing and fleeing to the east, unwilling to conflict with them again. The entire western front battlefield was left with a lonely immortal army.

However, the physical strength of the centaur has also reached its limit.

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