Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Two hundred tall and sturdy people and horses, under Painhuis's order, lined up in a fan shape to surround this seaside fishing village. The pale white horse left behind forty clan herders, and blocked all the roads out of the village strictly. The remaining more than one hundred men and horses, like a series of terrifying storms representing war and death, sang the vast and mighty grassland ballads, and grinned into the interior of the fishing village with a grinning smile!

Cavalry is indeed not suitable for street fighting. They are huge and difficult to turn around. Once they lose their impact, they are trapped in the enemy's formation and ride on horseback. Cavalry with extremely poor balance can easily be dragged down and killed by the rebellious army.

But people and horses are different. They achieved the unity of man and horse, the ultimate goal of the cavalry. The human cavalry can only use heavy and expensive armor to protect the front horse head from being killed by the enemy. But the herdsmen, as long as they pick up a huge rough wooden shield, they can protect themselves from head to toe in front of them. In addition to turning not flexible enough, he is a shield infantry with cavalry speed.

If there are two or more herders holding wooden shields, squeezing the entire roadway side by side, and rushing forward at the same time, it is simply a horsepower bulldozer, any civilians trying to organize defenses in narrow alleys. , They were all crushed and decayed by the horses and horses, crushed into **** flesh!

Peinhes, who had learned his lesson from the Romans, even took twenty heavy armor and fearless, and slew all the way to the port of the Ostrogoths, pulling out cloth and feather arrows soaked in animal fat. Let the raging flames, drag the flame arrows with the scarlet tail flame, and torch all the ships that can be used by the Goths to escape!

"Give up resistance! The surrender will not kill!" The road was blocked and the ship was burned. Just as the Ostrogoths had no way to go to the sky and nowhere to go to the ground, the men and horses roared at what Peinhes had taught them. The words of persuasion to surrender, throw a path of life, shake the morale of the barbarians, and make the civilians in desperate kneel surrender.

Only a small number of people retreated to the wooden leader's longhouse, and used their spears and short bows to aim at the wooden doors that were too narrow for the horses and men, doing their final defensive resistance.

Pain Hess waved his hand, and he immediately took out the animal skin cloth bag filled with grease, and evenly sprinkled the golden animal fat around the longhouse, then took out the flint and iron, and gently rubbed out a little spark. ······

"Predator! Send the eagle to tell Curonia that it is safe here, he can bring all the packhorses and the trophies, and load a new batch of trophies." Looking at the burning wooden house with billowing black smoke, listening to the brother inside. The tragic wailing of the Barbarian, the pale white horse nodded in satisfaction. "Tie up all these surrenders, and after the house is cleaned up, they are splashed with grease and burned! Go home after doing it!"

"Yes! Acting Chief!"

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In the war, no one is innocent.

If it weren’t for these numerous villages, which provided a steady stream of food, horses, and troops, it would be impossible for the Ostrogoths to quickly gather hundreds of horse-riding infantry on the grassland, breaking them into pieces, and frantically searching for invading monsters. trace. After the blood fury clan experienced a fierce battle, now there are only 600 warriors left. He also scored half of the points, staying in the camp to protect the injured, children, and everyone’s livestock and property.

The most frightening thing is that there is no place for people and horses to replenish their troops!

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Before solving this fatal problem, Painhurs didn't want anyone to know the whereabouts of the clan, let alone start a head-on conflict with any forces. Therefore, we must kill all those who have seen ourselves!

The kindness to the enemy is the cruelty to oneself.

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Cesonisus Ostrogoth Palace

"Trash! All of them are trash!!!"

Eastern Gothic King: Viseurius furiously tore up the bad news letters from the north. According to his latest scout report, there are at least twenty prosperous villages in the north that have been looted by monsters! Some villages turned into ruins and scorched earth are covered with a lot of messy horseshoe marks-this is a good thing for everyone.

In some villages, it is as if they have been crossed by a strong wind, leaving no property or residents alone! All houses were demolished, and they were all transported to the village center. Mixed with other large amounts of trash, it piled up into a crumbling statue of a giant-no one is so idle except for green skin.

In some villages, it was very bloody. There was a big pot in the village. The nearby land was completely wet with blood, and a lot of it was crushed by teeth. Even the bone marrow was sucked out of the dense bones, and the village was sprinkled all over the place. Yes-only ogres can do such cruel things!

However, in Asana's report, there were no ogres among the clans who were united to siege the city—there was a new monster clan that swaggered through the ruins of the Vichymiris Fortress!

The Eastern Gothic king felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and his headache was splitting. He endured the pain, and opened a new letter—the ink pad that sealed the mouth of the letter, which looked like a two-headed eagle.

Dear King Ostrogoth:

My unparalleled legion is at war with the evil Persian army in the south, and has no time to take care of your insignificant and pitiful land. There are no extra legions to reinforce your weak kingdom. Please understand the difficulties of the empire.

However, I can send a huge fleet that you can't even dream of seeing, and take all your remaining tribesmen back to the empire. I will generously give you a piece of land where you can live and work, and allow your people to graze and farm there. Of course, as a price, you must pay taxes for the empire and provide barbarian soldiers who account for one-tenth of the total population, obey the orders of the empire and fight for the empire.

The emperor of all the Romans in the East: Felavius ​​Arcadius Augustus

"Fart! Does he think Lao Tzu is a fool? Give me a piece of barren land on the border of the empire. I don't know how many monsters look at me? Let me offer most of the strong and healthy children. Use the remaining manpower to defend the frontiers of the empire?"

Viseurius angrily tore the letter to pieces, and roared to the sky madly! "Augustus, what a majesty! I gave alms to Lao Tzu a sloping field, but let me use the blood of all the people to repay it! I would rather drain the last drop of blood in the kingdom in Gredinian!!!"

Calculating a little, there are only two thousand elite soldiers stationed in Cessonissos. If you recruit and transfer from the civilian population in the city, you can probably recruit an army of 2,000 people. This adds up to four thousand people.

There is also a group of 1,000 senior elites in the Kerch Mountains who followed their father in the South and North Wars, but they are fighting an orc clan that has been fighting stubbornly to this day. Withdrawal is to demolish the east wall to make up the west wall.

If the entire territory is conscripted and the forces of all the tribesmen are gathered together, it is estimated that a huge army of about 10,000 people can be assembled. However, this will take a long time! And most of them are infantry! Blood raging horses, evil day orcs, these monsters run faster than rabbits! I can't catch up with them at all!

What's more, the fortress has been invaded for a whole week. Waiting on, the ghost knows how many nasty bugs will flood into his father's homeland defended by his life!

"Your Majesty, the green grassy sea in the north is a Pingchuan river. There is no danger to guard. Let us stand firm and clear the fields and withdraw all the people to the coastal mountainous areas of the southern peninsula. With our geographical advantages, we can still maintain some of the most prosperous and fertile lands in the kingdom." Shana, barely supporting her extremely weak body, said carefully.

"You mean, let me give away nearly two-thirds of the Eastern Gothic kingdom? Then wait for death in big cities such as Cesonisus?" Viseurius' blue eyes were full of scarlet. Bloodshot, breathing heavily in his nostrils, like an angry brown bear.

"Then, honorable Majesty the King, you have one last option." Under the king's furious gaze, a dark shadow shrouded in black robe, exuding a cold air, appeared out of thin air like a ghost, and slowly walked to it. In front of Viseurius, he looked contemptuously at the war priest who had gotten rid of the pagan faith at his feet.

"Please open the iron gate of the prison and release the brothers and sisters who have fought side by side with us. You must understand! The [Beastization Virus] that the clansmen fear is actually a supreme blessing!" The man in black faded himself The black cloak revealed a bald, hideous head. The slender and narrow eyes shone with an unknown dark red light.

"And my brothers and sisters, can use this blessing to build a brand new army for you that will not lose to the Romans!"