Mortal Courage! Odin's Gaze
"Raise shields!"
"Form ranks!"
With an angry roar, Bred took his place on the first line of defense. The soldiers on either side began shifting into a dense formation, raising their shields to brace against the enemy's first charge before looking for openings to strike with their gladii. This was a classic Roman Empire tactic, centered on "defensive counterattacks." As long as they withstood the first wave and exhausted the enemy's initial momentum, they would only grow fiercer as the battle went on.
In the past, the Young Legion had always taken the lead while the Veteran Legion determined the outcome of the battlefield. Now, however, elites had to be placed in the first rank. Otherwise, they would be unable to stop the barbarians' first ferocious charge. If their formation broke apart the moment they clashed, the battle afterward would become even harder.
After the Empire's military reforms, it was the Field Army that was responsible for annihilating enemies.
Bred was descended from the Romans who had remained on Britain Island back then. The early British Legion had been trained by his father.
They were the only heavily armored infantry capable of holding the line at critical moments.
Of course.
Not every frontal defense was fought this way. There would always be a few unexpected twists on the battlefield.
For example, the Frankish Throwing Axe Infantry. They were troops Duncan had temporarily incorporated into his army. There were not many of them, only a few dozen, and they had been mixed in with the Frankish Infantry. Because of their formidable combat strength, they had also been stationed at the front of the right flank.
Whoosh!
The moment the Gepids charged forward, a sky full of Farron Throwing Axes came cleaving toward them. Before they could recover