Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Trabzonspor is surrounded by the sea on the east and north, and is connected to the land on the west and south. The tribe is also divided into two groups, the most powerful 30,000 heavy armored men and horses, 10,000 Gothic infantry, and twenty hill giants, guarding the south gate closest to Peturabo Barracks. And those light cavalry composed of orcs, cats, goblins, and satyrs guarded the west side to prevent the eastern field army from entering the interior of the city.

The roar of giants, the treacherous laughter of goblins, the clash of huge rocks, and the explosion of flames are endless. The attack of the giants bombing the city lasted all day and night. The frequency of their bombardment was so fast that in just a few minutes, He directly emptied thousands of pounds of kerosene he carried.

Immediately afterwards, these savage giants, in the black smoke and fire, began to bombard the imperial rock wall, the entire solid wall, and the temporary guards standing on it with pony-sized boulders. All trembled slightly in the sound of shocking impact.

In Trabzonspor, there were three surprises a day, with desperate crying and screaming unceasingly. The dead man of centaur, and the flute herder of Sartre, began to spread his gorgeous and intoxicating voice throughout the city. The elves who surrender can become slaves to the tribe, and the elves who do not surrender are only worthy of being the nourishment for the pasture.

The governor of the city uttered an angry roar, and all the troops capable of fighting were dispatched by Peturabo to fight. Now the city is full of ordinary people. He reluctantly made up a thousand-man troop with appropriate equipment, but he hadn't had time to start the war. The fire rained down from the bombing city, and they had to unload the heavy armor and extinguish the fire with the bucket! If the opponent hits the gate sincerely, he won't be able to stop it for long!

Letters asking for help, through various doves, ravens, or wizards’ teleportation arcane arts, were sent to Peturabo’s camp like snowflakes. The tribe deliberately did not stop them, leaving the highest military officer of the Eastern Field Army piled up like a mountain. In the letter of request for help, he was caught in a dilemma.

"The monster is attacking the city, Trabzonspor has reached the most critical moment! Asking the commander of war for support!"

"Peturabo! Are you looking at the entire city, tens of thousands of people, all tragically dying before your eyes?"

"Damn bald head! You are close to Trabzonspor, but you have not come to support you. Will your conscience hurt?"

"For the sake of the empire, brother Petura Bora!"

The Lord of Steel rolled his eyes, and after he opened a few and found that the contents were similar, he began to sweep the piles of letters into the fire in batches.

"Marshal, don't we go to support? The strength of these people is very exaggerated. There are no defenders in Trabzonspor. If the city breaks us..."

"Are you teaching me to do things?"

Peturabo didn't lift his head, and immediately cast an arcane magic. The guard felt a sharp pain from the bridge of his nose. The whole person was directly knocked out of the camp by the force field, and rolled on the ground extremely embarrassed. It stopped after several laps, and the miserable face with the broken bridge of the nose was covered with blood and mud. The soldier next to him was quiet and did not dare to persuade him.

Since the empire dismantled his Fourth Army, the empire hero's temper has become more and more grumpy.

Painhurs did not want to give up the cavalry advantage of plain terrain, Peturabo was also unwilling to give up the long-range advantage of hilly terrain, and the stalemate and game between the two continued.

However, the warchief still has the advantage-the beast Aonado is not the traditional combat madman, but a cunning and suspicious master, a cold-blooded and cruel warlord. He can suppress the most chaos in the tribe by thunder means. , The most unstable green-skinned troops, let them not attack the hill barracks inexplicably.

However, Peturabo’s more than forty battle groups, 40,000 Roman soldiers, and hundreds of officers, many of them are of Trabzonspor origin. They have been provoked by the tribe and aroused raging anger. . The commander of the war also became more and more difficult to suppress these war team leaders who had violated the powers.

After all, the Lord of Steel is just the title of the highest military commander, and the commander of war has now become an honorary title. Here, it's not so much awe and unconditional obedience to his Fourth Army...

More than forty battle groups are usually stationed separately in various places, that is to say, this kind of large-scale attack will occasionally gather. More than forty battle group leaders are in a tie-in relationship.

And the soldiers are more willing to follow the command of the war commander who fought with his own blood, rather than the command of the commander who has never seen a face for several years. The strategy of splitting the empire greatly weakened the authority of the empire when it strengthened the central rule, prevented legion leaders from supporting their own soldiers, and became a warlord to initiate a rebellion.

Even some of the battle groups that were split from the Fourth Army gradually escaped from his steel shadow.

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"No bait."

Painhurs saw that the opponent was barely observing the command of the war commander and could not hold on. He also began the next step. The orcs and goblins had already built a fitted armor for the largest and strongest hill giant.

His body is covered with a layer of 1-4 cm thick wooden boards in a mess. It is firmly fixed to the body by a large number of ropes, iron chains, and even animal tendons. The joints and other activities are several sets of chain mail and The double defense of soft leather, wearing a huge wooden mask on his head, only reveals a pair of stupid and vicious eyes.

Those wooden blocks were also coated with a thick layer of mud. After they were dried, the fear of flames was eliminated. In order to maximize the armor of the giant, the orcs collected hundreds of shields and pierced them with ropes. Hung on the shoulders of the giant, hundreds of shields are densely packed like an alternative lock armor, hanging from the shoulders to the crotch, covering the chest and abdomen tightly.

"Fixed the warchief!"

Some of the orcs wiped their sweat and laughed.

"The hill giant was originally rough and thick, like two heavy chain armor stacked together, plus this layer of wood and mud armor! The coat of shields stacked together! Scorpion crossbows are hard to penetrate!"

"Very well, tonight, you go and tear down the gate to the south of Trabzonspor."

Pain Hess nodded in satisfaction, carefully looked at the giant of armor completely covered by heavy armor, and asked curiously.

"What's your name?"

"Leiner. I, call, Leiner."

The giant of armor looked at his armor with satisfaction.

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Julian calendar 405, Julius month, third day, early morning. (June 3, 405 AD)

With a thrilling huge bang and disturbing the silence of the night, the giant of the armor named Rainer took a shocking step in the field, dragging a log pile wrapped in iron with his right hand and rushing directly To the gate of Trabzonspor!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!"

This kind of movement is naturally impossible to be ignored by the elves, but what if it is seen? The arrows fired by composite longbows and heavy crossbows can’t penetrate such heavy armor. The spears fired by the scorpion crossbow operators in panic, after tearing the orc’s heavy wooden armor, are also unable to break through the giant’s thickness. Reaching the terrifying crust, Lena rushed to the gate of the city under the intensive rain of arrows. With the help of the charge, he kicked it up!

"boom!!!"

The temporary defense forces of Trabzonspor sat on the ground with a fright. The thick and solid city gate was twisted and deformed by the opponent's kick. The iron-clad door bolt also made an unknown cracking sound!

"He is attacking the city gate! If the city gate is broken, we will be all over! Come on! Defense! Defense!"

The soldiers were frightened and rushed to the corridor of the city gate. Several people held shields and resisted the deformed city gate, trying to defend against the enemy’s bombardment. The defenders on the city wall shot out the shield more vigorously. The arrow rain of the sky.

The giant of armor lowered his head, allowing his shoulders and back covered with heavy armor to bear the arrow rain falling from the top of the city wall. With all his strength, he rounded the iron-clad wooden stick round and smashed it fiercely. Above the city gate.

"boom!!!"

The huge roar, accompanied by the tyrannical impact, directly blasted the soldiers who had arrived at the door! One by one screamed and covered the twisted and cracked shield-holding wrists, rolling painfully on the ground!

There was also a crack in the twisted city gate. The soldiers looked up in horror. Through the gap, they happened to see Lena's huge pupil containing maliciousness.

"boom!!!"

The third impact hit directly on the crack of the city gate, making it even bigger. At the same time, a heavy-helmet and heavy-armored man and horse troop, also in a place where the elves could see, blew a rally to prepare for battle. The horn, a posture waiting for the city gate to be broken, charging at full speed!

"Quick! Keep asking for help!"

The governor of Trabzonspor wears pajamas, his eyes are bloodshot and his blemishes are cracking.

"This time not only to that bald man, but also to all Trabzonspor-born centurions and war captains! Send it to me immediately to their barracks and ask them to fight!!!"

The violent rumbling also attracted the attention of the defenders in the city and the garrison in the hills. This time, the most worrying situation of Peturabo appeared-the two commanders born in Trabzonspor could no longer bear their hearts. The anger, they took their own people and rushed out regardless of their ban!

The other eleven battle commanders have also been provoked endlessly by the tribe these days, and they have been so angry that they saw someone as a bird in their early days. They also killed them and took away a large number of cavalry from foreign troops! The Tainukhs rode out on camels. Those herdsmen who were unwilling to accept tribal rule and were expelled from the Salmatian steppe and forced to flee into the Eastern Roman Empire also carried bows, arrows and machetes, accompanied by ten. Three scarlet eagle flags, and the sky-shaking battle cry, joined the battle.

"Zhanshuai! Zhanshuai! It's not good! Those battle group leaders didn't obey your command and killed them!"

A scout who was loyal to Peturabo, seeing that something was wrong, came back quickly to report, but was stopped by a company of soldiers, all of them wearing leather armor, chain armor, and scale armor triple protection, shields and cloaks were sewn on. With the exquisite pattern of the trident.

"Something is talking about an hour later. Master Peturabo ran out of his spell slots yesterday in order to make war weapons. Now he is resting and recovering. No one should disturb him."

"but······"

"Isn't it just killed? Among those bastards, there are also two former army commanders! They are not ordinary people, they can't be easily defeated by a gang of northern barbarians!! What's the matter after waiting for an hour, Commander Zhan I'm talking about completely regaining my spirit!"

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