Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The gloomy and dim terrifying clouds completely obscured the shining night sky of stars. The entire snowy field was shrouded in a piece of cold white terror. General Quintuchus looked at the monster camp in the north, his handsome and steady face became more and more gloomy and terrifying.

Two days ago, about 8,000 terrifying monsters occupies a position less than one kilometer away from the fortress. They fell the nearby trees like crazy, and the noise of the noisy logging continued. The monsters razed a dense coniferous forest to the ground in just two days.

If it were just cutting down trees, it wouldn't matter. But there are orcs among those monsters! The green-skinned orc who knows where to learn siege techniques! Just give a bunch of rubbish, those monsters can also play for you!

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"Successful! The eighth blasting garbage!" Beast Onardo wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the eight crumbling garbage mountains in front of him, and laughed up to the sky. "Boys! It just happens to be night! Let's Waaagh!!!"

"Waaagh!!"

Countless orcs, wearing warm fur, riding on Skug, happily turned the noose that bombarded the city, and evened the huge vertical logs. Once on the battlefield, even if he was responsible for manipulating the bombing garbage, the evil sun orcs stubbornly rode on Sgug's back.

And another group of Skug Cavalry smashed huge containers made of mud by goblins, and took out the sea water they had frozen for two days... No, they are now huge and hard ice blocks. Up.

The cavalry struggled to lift up the ice cannonballs in front of them and put them on the ammunition carrier. The noose was loosened violently, and the huge and thick wooden piles were allowed to make a loud "bang", and the vertical position was instantly restored. With a terrifying throw, eight pieces of huge ice with a diameter of one meter were thrown away. Eight cold and elegant silver arcs were drawn in the sky, and they slammed on the walls of the Visimiris Fortress!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The instant the ice cannonball touched the wooden city wall, it was split to pieces by the reaction force, and the shock wave engulfed countless sharp and small icy debris flying around, slamming into the flesh and blood of everyone nearby! The Roman heavy crossbow soldier in chain mail, clutching his **** legs, fell to the ground in pain. Although the body is intact. But their legs were pierced and scratched by countless broken ice chips.

They are not bad, the Eastern Gothic archers without any armor protection on the side have been pierced by ice fragments into a mutilated hedgehog. The red blood oozes out of transparent ice thorns, flowing everywhere.

This is nothing short of a grape bomb!

"Hear the screams of those pink shrimps? Come again! Come again!!" Beast Onardo put his big hands behind his ears, listening to the screams of human beings intoxicated. Orc boys, also brought more huge ice, placed it on the bomb carrier of the torsion catapult, and blasted the second wave of terrifying ice cannonballs!

A hapless half-elf was smashed by a huge ice, and his whole person instantly disappeared from the city wall. After the Eastern Goths under the city moved away the huge piece of ice, they found that the heavy-armored crossbowman had been smashed into a pool of indescribable flesh.

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However, these blasting garbage also inherited the unreliable craftsmanship tradition of green leather. Only two rounds have been cast. There were already three siege machines creaking all over, and they looked like they were crumbling.

"Warlock! What are you waiting for? Use magic to fight back!" General Quintuchus hid behind the battlements and gave the order angrily.

"No way, General!" The male drow estimated the distance and shook his head severely. "Among them, the last batch of green-skinned remnants should have been mixed in, and the tattered mountains of garbage are all placed beyond the limit of my spell!"

"boom!!"

Just as a few people were talking, the orcs fired a third round of ice cannonballs. Quintuchus, with his back against the battlements, hurriedly used a huge tower shield to block in front of his body. The scattered ice slag, like dense feathers, hit the iron tower shield continuously, shaking. The Roman general was numb in his left arm.

When Quintuchus removed the shield, he found that the drow warlock had collapsed on the ground, his head was smashed into a thin piece of paper, and he was soaked in the yellow brain pulp that had flowed all over the ground. He used his magic to prevent ice splashing everywhere. Scum, but I didn't expect that a huge tortoise shell flew behind? !

Oh, green leather craftsmanship, the bomb carrier connected to the end of the stake was not nailed, and the ice bomb was blasted over.

"Cavalry! Destroy those slings! The Empire will be proud of your feat today!" In desperation, Quintuchus had to move out two heavy cavalry centuries. The front part of the prairie horse under their crotch is covered with a thin layer of leather armor, and the head, neck, and chest of the horse are also protected by iron pieces.

The cavalry on horseback, wearing riveted chain mail and scarlet cloak, holding a 3-meter-long Kontos lance, is well-trained and formed a cone-shaped formation, ready to pierce the enemy’s front line from the front. , Destroy those **** trash mountains.

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The difference is that the cavalry's banner officer is holding a long dragon banner—the tip of a sharp spear, and a fierce and terrifying golden dragon head is fixed. Behind, there is a string of blood-colored tassels up to one meter long. When the flag-holder is running at full speed on a horse, those red tassels will float high in the wind, making the entire dragon flag look extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Woo—"

Seeing the Romans dispatched heavy cavalry troops, a series of high-pitched and passionate horns sounded from the monster. Kuronia and Luga, with more than 260 centaurs, seemed to be terrifying. The storm greeted the Roman cavalry frontally. They pulled away the recurved longbows in their hands and shot out rounds of terrifying rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun!

The heavy cavalry lowered their bodies and leaned on their horses. Let those rough stone arrows hit himself and the warhorse on the body protected by the steel armor. The half-elves slightly adjusted the tips of their spears, and gradually raised the horse speed to the highest point, preparing to pierce these half-man and half-horse monsters with their spears at the moment of contact between the two sides.

Getting closer, one hundred feet! Eighty feet! Sixty feet!

"Woo!!"

Accompanied by the sound of a loud horn, the men and horses rushing towards the heavy cavalry showed a weird smile. They divided into two teams, and with a flexible steering that a cavalry could not do, they quickly spread to the left and right, and then avoided. While riding a lance, he also outflanked the two wings of the Roman cavalry. The half-elves caught off guard were caught off guard, and a horse galloping at full speed was not so easy to stop or turn around!

And as soon as they were born, they reached the highest state of the cavalry: the monsters of the unity of man and horse, while flanking their two wings, twisted their flexible waist like a side by ninety degrees, and shot sharp flint feather arrows. The unarmored back half of the horses entering the grassland, let them splash a **** and terrifying wave in a painful neigh!