The flag bearer in the Guards blew the horn to reorganize the army.
The well-trained soldiers covered each other and retreated.
Todd deliberately wanted to take advantage of the opponent's retreat and continue to attack, but the remaining gladiators fought independently and turned a deaf ear to his call.
"We won! We defeated these bastards of the regular army!" Mountain Splitting Giant Cotton raised his severed head in one hand and shouted loudly to the audience.
Listening to the cheers from the stands, Todd used the corner of his eye to count the bodies of the victims.
Seven of the gladiators died, and less than seventy people remained; sixteen of the Praetorian Guards died, and more than eighty people remained.
Judging from the battle loss ratio, this seems to be a victory, but judging from the remaining number of people, the gladiators are still at a disadvantage.
Moreover, comparing the remaining fighting strength of both sides, most of the soldiers killed by the Guards were killed by Todd, and they were basically the archers, shield guards and spearmen in the back row, and their structures were still intact; while the gladiators were
On the side, those who died in the forefront were all the bravest and most skilled warriors. The death of any one of them was a loss that could not be ignored for the entire gladiator battle formation.
On the battlefield at this time, there was another person who had the same idea as Todd, and that was the leader of the plainsmen—Bessen the cunning fox.
This man with a stooped body ran to Cotton's side, grabbed his arms, and shook his body vigorously: "Idiot! Open your eyes and look, the army has begun to re-arrange!"
Under the commander's loud orders, the Ulster Guards adopted a tight formation. The gap between soldiers was less than a fist. The shield guards stood evenly distributed, and the spearmen were close to the shields. The commander and
The remaining archers stayed in the center of the formation.
Following the command, the soldiers around the formation erected their shields outwards, forming a tight circular shield wall; the soldiers inside the formation erected their shields toward their heads, closing the entire circular shield wall into a
An upside-down iron pot.
While others were confused and at a loss, Todd recognized the name of this formation in its previous history at a glance - the ancient Roman turtle shell formation.
The victory that they had just won easily went to the head of some gladiators.
The brave North Islanders, led by their leader Cotton, launched a charge towards the turtle formation.
Todd hit the shield hard with his sword blade and shouted at these stupid teammates: "Come back!"
No one paid attention to his warning. The Beidao people running at high speed hit the shield wall of the Guards. The shield wall was only slightly dented, and then pushed the attacker towards the enemy like a spring. The sharp spear was like a spring.
Like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, it pierced into the chest of the fallen person, taking away one life after another.
Seeing this situation, Beisen the cunning fox hurriedly led his subordinates to rescue the North Islanders. He commanded his plainsmen to form a long defense line while dealing with the thorns in the turtle shell array.
Take out the spear and use long-range weapons to kill the enemy.
However, every arrow his archers fired at the turtle formation only produced a clanging sound, without causing any harm to the enemy. Instead, the spearmen of the turtle formation were untied from their backs.
He threw his spear at the gladiator with all his strength. These sharp weapons with huge kinetic energy penetrated the fragile wooden shield of the gladiator and caused a lot of casualties.
The mountain-splitting giant Cotton used his brute force to forcefully create a gap in the turtle formation. Just when he was about to call his men to attack, he found that the North Islanders who attacked with him were already dead or injured.
A shield hit him on the knee, and a sword stabbed him in the thigh.
Cotton, who fell to the ground suddenly, looked at the spear getting closer and closer in his eyes, and roared angrily, but there was nothing he could do.
At this moment, a hand grabbed his armor and dragged him back several meters on the sand, pulling him back from the edge of death.
Cotton looked back and saw that Todd was using his shield to block the attacks directed at the two men while raising sand on the ground to confuse the enemy's sight.
Dragging the North Islander, who only had strength in his mind, to a safe place, Todd squatted down, looked directly at the opponent, and yelled: "Tell your people to withdraw!"
"Why do you order me..."
Before Cotton's protest ended, Todd broke an iron sword on the ground into two pieces in front of him, and raised his voice by another three points: "I said! Let your people fucking die
I withdraw!"
Facing the Ulster turtle shell formation, the gladiators' offensive was repulsed, leaving behind twenty corpses. As for the Guards, except for four people who were slightly injured, there was basically no loss of combat power.
The surviving gladiators retreated to the edge of the field and established a weak line of defense. They struggled to hold on and were only one step away from defeat.
He simply bandaged the wound with a piece of cloth, and Beisen the cunning fox spat on the ground: "Look at this posture, these people are going to drive us all away!"
Cotton looked at the tribesmen lying in a mess in the distance, his eyes were red and his beard was trembling.
Todd observed the surrounding environment and thought about all the factors that could be exploited on the battlefield.
The cunning fox Bessen looked gloomy and said discouragedly: "There is no way to break through this formation covered with shields. It cannot be defeated at all!"
"There is nothing in this world that is invincible. Everything has its shortcomings." Todd looked at the winch next to the gate and said thoughtfully: "I have an idea."
On the viewing platform, Conchie Erbo, who had a relaxed face, took a sip of red wine and swallowed it slowly, laughing and saying: "Hahaha! You really shocked me just now!"
Fergal, who was standing next to him, saw the opportunity and complimented him: "There is a saying that goes, chickens sometimes fly higher than eagles, but they can never soar in the sky like the latter."
Seeing this flattering king and minister, Queen Maeve said angrily: "The fight is not over yet."
Conchie Erb smiled and waved his hand: "We have already been beaten to this point, can there be any miracles?"
After saying this, the king lowered his head and said in words that only he could hear: "It seems that that thing is no longer useful..."
"Look!" Queen Maeve suddenly exclaimed, attracting the attention of others.
On the battlefield, other gladiators huddled in the corner, moving with their backs against the wall while resisting the attacks of the turtle formation, but one man broke away from the team and ran in the opposite direction.
Conchiebo put his hands on the railings of the stands, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and whispered: "It's that Boyle..."
Todd jumped out of the gladiator's shield wall, avoiding the arrows and spears fired at him, and ran along the base of the wall. To everyone's surprise, his destination turned out to be the winch frame that lifted the gate.
Before arriving at the winch, Todd waved the giant ax in his hand and chopped hard at the iron chain on the winch.
Sparks flew everywhere, iron filings flew everywhere, and the sound was so loud that the entire venue could hear it.
"What on earth does that bastard want to do?!" Conchieber stood up and shouted hysterically.
Queen Maeve's eyes were sparkling: "I don't know, but what he will do next will definitely be interesting."
With the help of enhanced strength, Todd cut off two links and successfully removed the chain from the winch.
Hanging the chain on his body, Todd ran towards both sides of the battle at full speed while shouting: "Cotton!"
The mountain-splitting giant held a shield in both hands and ran out of the gladiators. He looked at Todd, who was running towards him and getting closer and closer.
The latter estimated the distance, took off the iron chain on his body, and threw one end of it towards Cotton.
The mountain-splitting giant grabbed one end of the iron chain, roared angrily, and began to run under his feet.
He and Todd, one clockwise and the other counterclockwise, ran around the center of Ulster's turtle shell formation, and the iron chains were tightly tied to the shields in circles, tying up all the soldiers in the entire formation.
tied together.
One person has the power of strength, and the other person is born with brute strength. The two of them pull hard in tandem. The iron chain tightens instantly, tightly binding the entire turtle formation. The fortress built with shields suddenly becomes
The force coming from the iron chain shrunk the body.
The soldiers in the formation were face to face, back to back, and it was extremely difficult to even raise their arms, let alone launch a counterattack.
Todd held the chain in his hand tightly and shouted to the gladiators not far away: "Now!"
Faced with such a group of lambs that were tied together and unable to move, the gladiators were like a group of tigers descending from the mountain, launching a unilateral massacre without any suspense.
Ten minutes later, there were less than ten people standing on the battlefield alive.
Earth-shattering cheers and praises came from the audience. The sound was deafening, as if it was going to blow up the entire arena.
Queen Maeve stood by the railing, smiling and applauding the survivors, but her eyes were only fixed on one of them, and she could not calm down for a long time.
"Give them freedom! Give them freedom!"
It was just a small voice at first, but later, the voice emanated from everyone in the audience and gradually gathered into an ocean.
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