Rome Must Perish

But now they were shocked to find that the male slaves not only failed to throw the enemy formation into chaos but were instead fleeing in panic.

So, they mercilessly cut down the fleeing Skodisqi male slaves.

Wallis was no fool like the Skodisqi male slaves. He noticed the enemy ahead had changed their equipment and adopted a dense shield formation he had never seen before. He immediately realized these enemies were likely not the Aldeans they had been fighting all along.

But the two armies were already within close range, and he couldn’t have the troops retreat first to learn about this new enemy and then continue fighting. Even if he gave the order from within the formation, the warriors who were about to engage in combat wouldn’t be able to hear it. So he decided to defeat the enemy in front first before considering other matters.

He quickened his pace, strode forward two large steps, swung up his longsword with both hands, and shouted as he fiercely slashed at the enemy.

Facing Wallis was none other than Stags, the Centurion of the First Legion in the rebel army. He was not intimidated by the opponent’s overwhelming momentum. Mustering all his arm strength, he quickly raised the square shield while lowering his head.

The longsword struck the edge of the square shield, surprisingly cutting through the iron trim and slicing in. Fortunately, although the Roman Square Shield was mainly made of wood, it had an iron core in the center that served as the framework, preventing the longsword from splitting the square shield in half but embedding within it instead.

Stags glanced at the sharp blade only five fingers away from his left arm wrapped in the shield, breaking into a cold sweat. But this did not affect his next move as he forcefully pulled the square shield back.

Due to inertia, Wallis, still holding the longsword, stumbled forward a step.