Chapter 251: Encirclement and Assassination of Caligula

The sun sets.

On the plain, the second battle has already begun.

On one side are the dead who do not belong to this era, the former Roman emperor who was assassinated to death; and on the other side are the governor personally appointed by the current Augustus, and more than a thousand troops under his command.

In terms of numbers, Caligula, who came alone, fell into an absolute disadvantage.

But obviously, the so-called combat power cannot be judged by the number of people, especially the berserker with A+ muscle strength standing in front of the soldiers.

With this level of muscle strength, slaying dragons, tigers, lions, cockroaches, sharks, demons and monsters is no problem. Now Caligula is a tyrant who stirs up a storm on the battlefield.

Therefore, after discovering the soldiers of the First Legion, the berserker with cloudy eyes did not retreat, but roared in a low voice, rushed forward with an extremely ferocious posture, and made claws with both hands to tear at the soldiers in the front row.

"Raise the shield!" Shuoyue mobilized his own spiritual base. Even if he was far away, his order could be instantly transmitted to the hearts of the soldiers on the front line.

So shields were instantly erected, and the flat surface of the wooden barrel was covered with animal skins, and the reinforced narrow strips of metal flashed with cold light.

The defense line seemed to be impregnable, but when the soldiers standing at the forefront with shields raised looked at the violent former emperor, they still couldn't help but be frightened.

That was the suppression of ordinary humans by the Servant, the monsters in human skin.

Not to mention that there were soldiers who had personally witnessed Goering's death, and their hands couldn't help but tremble.

Can we win against such an enemy?

At this moment, Caligula roared and attacked, and his claws tore at the protective gear.

"Bang!"

In a flash of lightning, blood was everywhere.

The berserker retreated as if he had been electrocuted. The soldiers who were resisting the attack in the front row groaned and slid back several meters involuntarily, while their comrades behind them stepped forward and immediately took the lead, forming a new line of defense in front of Caligula.

The number of the enemy was too small - only a dozen people were needed to completely surround him. How many shield soldiers were there in a legion? Even if there were no achievements worthy of being engraved on the throne of heroes, the gathering of so many people was enough to resist the fierce attack of the berserker.

Of course, the one who made the greatest contribution was the white-haired commander standing on the top of the platform.

[Kill the surrendered soldiers: EX]

The reason why the battlefield was chosen here instead of moving the position was because of this. After a great battle, this was the best place to exert the power of the blood evil.

The moment Caligula touched the shield, endless blood evil rose up and turned into an extremely hard substance, confronting the berserker head-on.

"Blocked..." Some soldiers looked at their almost intact armor in disbelief.

He clearly felt a force that could knock him away, but the force weakened a lot after the blood flashed.

Looking at the man who was roaring like a beast in front of him, the soldier suddenly felt that he was not so scary.

"The third echelon, move forward, the first echelon, get ready!"

The centurion's shout awakened the soldier, his eyes became firm, and he moved forward fearlessly.

Come on!

After briefly relieving the soreness in his arm, the shield soldiers of the first echelon moved forward again, filling the gap left by Caligula in the blink of an eye, and the berserkers were in great pain because of the recoil of the blood evil, and had to move forward a step.

At this moment, a new order came.

"Prepare the javelin, everyone step back."

"Boom!"

Under the influence of the spirit base, the javelin soldiers who were ready to go stepped back in unison, and thousands of footsteps converged into one sound, and the sound of combat boots stepping on the ground sounded like a drum.

The berserker's attack was in vain. Before he could react, the javelin soldier hiding behind the legion threw the sharp weapon in his hand. At the moment of leaving his hand, blood-colored lines climbed on it.

Blood Evil!

Needless to say, under the spiritual power of Shuoyue, the javelin fell on Caligula's body like a hundred rivers converging into the sea. As the tip of the spear landed on the berserker's raised arms, the sticky blood color lingering on it burst out, spreading with the pain and hatred of the dead, extending forward.

In an instant, countless cracks deep enough to see the bones were torn from Caligula's solid arms, and tragic desolation appeared everywhere. The spirit son wailed, and was annihilated by the blood evil and ceased to exist.

Caligula roared and ran wildly, trying to escape the cage that imprisoned the trapped beast, but the blood light appeared again on the iron shield, easily stopping him.

"The Second Legion will cut into the flank of the First Legion. The shield soldiers of the First Legion will retreat directly after being hit. Be careful not to advance rashly."

Under the command of Shuoyue, the thousand-man legion was like playing with building blocks. Unknowingly, the soldiers who had experienced the Servant War quietly retreated and disappeared into the darkness. The Second Legion, also wearing heavy armor and with nervous eyes, took their place and participated in the battle.

As the highest-ranking familiar and extremely frenzied Berserker, when facing the army blessed by Shuoyue, he was like a lion being hunted. He could only use his claws to sharpen the enemy's will and his roar to train the enemy's courage, and step by step towards the end of defeat.

Rosario, who was also standing on the high platform to watch the battle, finally understood Shuoyue's thoughts at this moment. He looked at the white-haired general standing on the high platform in astonishment, with his eyes full of admiration.

Is it to use such an enemy who can be called the living evil to be the whetstone of the soldiers!

Suddenly, there was a little commotion on the front line. Rosario looked over subconsciously. It turned out that Caligula, despite the recoil of the bloody evil, tore open his shield in the horrified eyes of the soldier, regardless of his bloody arms, and grabbed him out, and tore him to pieces with both hands!

Blood splashed all over the sky, and radial blood flowers fell on the ground. The soldier was dismembered without even a scream.

Such a tragic death immediately caused panic among the people around. Looking at the man bathed in blood, like a ghost, the soldiers were cold all over, and recalled the fear of being dominated by the berserker again.

"Don't panic, this is a war, soldiers!" Shuoyue's voice sounded at the right time, alleviating the panic of the soldiers and making them wake up.

Yes, even if the other side has only one person, it is still a war.

In war, how can there be no deaths?

All you have to do is try not to make any mistakes, and believe in your comrades and commander.

"Next time you encounter this kind of crisis, remember to abandon your shield in time and retreat. Your comrades will fill the gap for you." The commander's voice was as calm as ever. "Remember, you must never let the enemy break through the encirclement. If you retreat because of fear, your comrades will be torn apart by monsters together with you."

"Javelin team, attack!"

The attack smeared with blood fell from the sky again, and this time, Caligula no longer tried to intercept it, but rolled sideways flexibly, avoiding the attack while quickly approaching the shield formation, trying to stop the enemy's attack in this way.

The arrow broke through the air.

No one caught the meteor-like trajectory, but only saw the blood flash, and the enemy fell back as if he was hit hard, the arrow feathers on his chest were still trembling, and the arrowhead had already sunk three inches into the flesh and blood.

In the distance, a white-haired young man wearing bronze armor and holding a longbow looked calm, and took out another feather arrow from his subordinate who was kneeling on one knee and presenting a quiver.

Bending the bow and putting the arrow on it, blood clings to it.

[Daqin Combat Skills: B+]

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