God Three Group Chat: Three Kingdoms

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"For Palia, for His Majesty!" Atlatomé took out a horn from the pocket next to his horse and blew it out with all his might, channeling his inner energy.

"Cough...cough..." With the sound of horns, Atlas took a deep breath and led his legion of soldiers to speed up, even taking out arrows in advance to prepare for the attack.

"Trying to harass our army? Wishful thinking!" The Roman barbarian legion commander, Munnis, looked at the bows and arrows in the hands of the cavalry in front of him, his eyes flashing with disdain, even pity.

Trying to break through an infantry line with a short bow is simply wishful thinking.

As for harassment, Muniks was not afraid at all and directly ordered his troops to hold their ground.

As for retaliating, Muniks hadn't even considered it, and had absolutely no desire to retaliate. He only needed to obediently follow orders and stay where he was.

Having some battlefield experience, Munikes looked at the enemy army before him, pondered for a moment, and then looked down on the Parthian army even more.

The reason is quite simple: they didn't need to care about time at all, while the Parthian army was clearly short of time.

Given such a lack of time, they resorted to harassment instead of mustering the courage to take a chance.

Based on this alone, Muniks was confident to persevere, after all, he had allies behind him and a large reserve force, which was enough to give him confidence.

"Release!" Seeing the rapidly approaching Roman barbarian legion with its visibly changing expressions, many Roman barbarian soldiers finally lost control of their bodies and launched an arrow attack under this pressure.

Arrows streaked across the sky, launching an attack on the charging cavalry.

"Hold on! If we can hold out this time, we're guaranteed to win!" Muniks looked at the rapidly approaching cavalry and instantly made a judgment, realizing the key to victory.

With the order given, the Romans with longbows unleashed a barrage of arrows, suppressing the area ahead and attempting to force the Parthian cavalry to change course or slow down out of fear.

The heavy infantry who remained in place held their shields and spears, further deterring the Parthian cavalry.

"Take care, for Parthia!" Atalanta murmured as she led her legion to circle around to both sides, glancing at the lancers following at a distance behind her.

As they spread out to both sides, after confirming the distance between the lancers and the enemy, Atlatomé blew the horn once again.

This time, the call to arms conveyed a completely different message—a decisive and resolute one.

The distance has been reached, the road ahead has been opened, and the charge has begun.

"Arrow cover!" Even knowing that his arrows wouldn't be very lethal, Atlasmé still led his soldiers to provide as much support and assistance as possible, harassing the Roman army and creating openings to facilitate the subsequent lancer attacks, or rather, the unique lancer charges.

For a lightly armed cavalry charge to achieve sufficient results, the price to pay is absolutely heavy.

But that's the battlefield; there's no choice but victory. Unless the sacrifices are unacceptable, this outcome was predetermined from the very beginning of this unit's formation; the only difference was when.

"Damn it, there are lancers? These reckless lunatics, prepare for the charge! Prepare to continue the charge!!" Munix, who was about to mock the departing Atlas cavalry legion to boost morale, saw the lancers not far behind them, those charging lancers, and his face changed drastically as he roared in anger.

Compared to shortbows, which don't deal much damage, these lancers, who form ranks and charge forward relentlessly, are the real killers.

Even if these lightly armed lancers had virtually no defense, it couldn't hide the fact that they were cavalry. A charge brought speed and impact, and with the added speed of a long lance, killing a soldier by stabbing or ramming him was incredibly easy.

Being able to counter cavalry with infantry strength is extremely difficult for either an individual or an army. If someone can do it, it can only mean that the person is incredibly strong or that the army is incredibly well-organized.

Such powerful individuals or legions certainly existed, but they would never exist among them, nor among the Roman barbarian legions.

"Charge!" Atalanta led his legion, quickly turning the army's direction, extending from the initial vanguard to both flanks, coordinating with the charge of the central lancers.

"Charge! Kill!" Hearing the bugle call from the battlefield, the Padia lancers knew their time was up.

He skillfully removed his equipment, straightened his clothes, slowly bent forward, and firmly grasped the weapon in his hand.

Ignoring the darkness ahead, he gripped his weapon tightly and spurred his horse forward until he could make out the outlines of some figures. Only then did he adjust his focus and slightly correct his course.

After all, the distance between the horses is not large, so how much can they change direction if they want to?

The lancers, maintaining a unified line, completely disregarded the objective factor of whether they were wearing armor or not, and instead quickly swung their whips to give the cavalry greater speed.

"No!" Munix, who had only intended to mock Parthia, finally realized at this moment that his scalp was tingling.

When facing a large-scale cavalry charge, whether it is heavy cavalry or light cavalry, there is essentially not much difference.

Without the fearless spirit needed to face a cavalry charge, no matter what kind of infantry it is, the outcome in this situation will not be good.

For someone like Munnis, facing the charge of lancers was indeed a challenge, and also an honor, but he didn't want it, not at all. But on the battlefield, there was no choice.

"Stop them! Slow down their cavalry! Block them! Kill them! Kill them and you'll become a Roman citizen!" Munix, having figured out his strategy, roared his orders, both to embolden himself and to inspire confidence in the soldiers around him, enabling them to persevere with greater strength.

To become Roman citizens, they were willing to give up many things and unleash tremendous fighting power.

The Parthian lancers, already in charge, remained unfazed, raising their lances and charging forward in orderly fashion. Regardless of being hit by arrows or anything else, they did not change their direction of attack, nor did they stop.

Losing most of your vision can sometimes be a good thing. At least you can't see what's ahead, so you don't need to worry about the enemy. You can just charge forward with your spear. (End of Chapter)