Chapter 282 - 176 First Attack on the Camp_2
However, these past few days were not wasted for the Panoni Alliance Army; they have their countermeasures.
The warriors carrying wooden planks placed them on the ground, bracing them with their bodies to prevent them from falling. The warriors behind them, holding weapons, carried their Wooden Shields at an angle, carefully threading through the gaps between the planks, and maneuvering cautiously among the sharp stakes. The warriors originally carrying bundles of straw bent low to follow behind them, using the shield’s protection to begin uprooting the sharp stakes...
The Nix Tribe fortified their defenses according to the Roman Camp’s strict requirements to protect against the Panoni Alliance Army’s assault. These sharp stakes were deeply embedded in the ground, making them hard to extract, often requiring two people to exert all their strength to succeed.
The Nix Soldiers couldn’t allow the Pannonian warriors to act so freely, so javelins and stones rained down again.
This time, however, the Pannonian Army began their counterattack; because it was an assault on a camp, Andres had recruited some javelin throwers, who were hunters from the tribe. The Pannonians lived along the riverbanks, primarily making a living through agriculture and fishing, but some tribesmen ventured into the mountains to hunt for meat and furs.
These javelin throwers hid behind the wooden planks, hurling javelins at the Nix Soldiers on the camp’s wooden wall. Though their hit rate wasn’t high, it somewhat suppressed the enemy’s long-range firepower.
The Nix Soldiers, attacking from a higher elevation and at close range, had a much higher hit rate. Some strong soldiers even hefted large stones for hurling down, striking the shields like a sledgehammer, causing the enemy to release their grip or stumble, an even more effective tactic than javelins.
Siris was struck on the head by a stone while extracting a stake, immediately blacking out and collapsing. When he regained consciousness, he found himself surrounded by fallen comrades. As he struggled to get up, a sudden flash of insight struck him, and he quickly feigned death by collapsing again with his eyes shut.
Despite the increasing casualties, the assault on the camp had reached a crucial moment. Andres could not retreat; tribal leaders and chiefs shouted loudly, compelling their underlings to advance only forward, with no retreat.
Thus, the stretch from the deer spikes to the trench was nearly filled with the fallen Pannonian warriors, who cleared nearly ten paths with their blood and lives.