In the eastern part of Anatolia, the east of Cappadocia was white, and in the blue sky, the men and horses who had rested all night gathered again with the sound of battle horns, and launched an offensive against the army of Cylius in the east.

In the field called Cappadocia, the javelins slanted the ground, the arrows and locusts fell into the positions of both sides, the layers of human waves were like the tide of the sea, and the eagle banner and the centurion led the formation rushed, the hysterical sound overshadowed everything, and the three Anatolian legions, totaling more than 32,000 people, made contact with the front for a hundred feet, and the footsteps suddenly accelerated, and launched a charge.

Far and near, the opposite side stretches for several miles of battle line is the 7,000 Xiliang army that can fight again, at least 2,000 of them are more or less wounded, and the left and right are more than 40 Guishan war elephants, by 2,000 Guishan foot soldiers to guard the weak abdomen and limbs of the war elephants, forming the rear of the barrier, 5,000 black mountain horsemen are all loaded, the war horses are covered with shields on all sides, and the cavalry is wearing scale armor, holding swords and shields, waiting quietly.

"Su Ren, tell the brothers to wait for a while and the formation will be tighter, or play according to the old rules, once you squeeze in, immediately form a formation, and separate the formation of the Great Qin people into several pieces, and ...... If you want to die, you have to pull a few more pads. ”

"The general doesn't say it, the brothers also know what to do, the Great Qin people are very powerful, but after all, they still rely on the formation to advance, without the formation, or the formation can't be opened, they are a fart!" The deputy general named Su Ren untied the Han sword behind him, from the original horse thief, the leader of the Black Mountain thieves, to the Sima and the captain, all the way over, in addition to Yan Rou and Zhao, he was the most prestigious old man in the Black Mountain, and he had never been afraid of more than 100 battles.

Yan Rou held the reins, looked at him and smiled: "At the juncture of the war, don't be rash. ”

"Got it, got it, long-winded!"

It seems to be a casual conversation, but it has a heavy flavor. When Su Ren, the deputy general of the Black Mountain Cavalry, said this, there was a sudden sound of bang in front of him, and it sounded like a landslide from a distance, and then countless hysterical voices shouted, and they looked at the military formation in front of them, and the Xiliang soldiers behind kept throwing their bows into the sky, and there were also some people who were holding their feet against the ground and supporting the people in front of them, opening their mouths and roaring angrily.

There is already a battle on the front line.

The shouts of killing were like a tidal wave, spears were like forest thorns, hanging out pieces of flesh and blood, and the roars and screams of people, and the golden sounds of gold and iron clashing exploded, boiling violently in the crowd.

The javelin flew over the top of the person's head and fell to the rear, with blood flowers at the same time, the spear was like a forest on the front line, the Xiliang soldiers frantically stabbed at the other party, holding a short sword and a big shield of heavy steps, countless spear heads, iron spears against the shield, chest armor, wrestling like a metal scraping sound, some fell along the scrape, pierced into the thigh that did not cover the armor leaf, a Roman heavy step screamed and fell, and then was trampled on by his companions behind him, the shield hit again, Guo Yan stabbed through the enemy who pounced on him with a shot, the next second, The Roman foot soldier roared fiercely, grabbed the hilt of the gun that had penetrated into the abdominal cavity and squeezed it forward, dragging a piece of intestines, and rushed down the spear.

The shield dropped slightly, Guo Yan directly abandoned the handle of the gun, drew the knife is a slash, and directly cut off the Roman head from the neck, blood gushed out, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Xiliang Erlang, kill!" ”

He shouted frantically, and he couldn't hear much, but he was still fanatically pushing and slashing towards the opposite side, and the surrounding Xiliang soldiers were also frantically pushing towards the front line, and in the golden and brilliant skylight, there was a hell of blood gushing everywhere.

In most of the field, the infantry and cavalry on both sides added up to 40,000 or 50,000, and the field where the two armies faced each other was full of men and horses galloping. On both sides of the formation, the Gallic cavalry replaced the Numidians, galloped with the Thracian cavalry, and wanted to storm the flank of the Western Liang army, but were firmly blocked out.

The knight with the bow raised his hand and slanted upward, but a thick black shadow swept in his eyes, and the strings trembled, and the moment the arrow came out of his hand, a screaming voice sounded in the air, and the Thracian flew high from his horse, and the iron arrow that flew out of his hand was nailed to the iron sheet covered by the war elephant, and then bounced off and fell.

Above the field, the earth shook.

Two thousand armored Gallic cavalry pushed horizontally, under the cover of the Thracian cavalry's bows and arrows, they charged towards the war elephants on both flanks of the front line, and tried their best to the hoarse shouts, rushing into the tall copper wall like raindrops, and facing them, the spear array of the Kushan foot soldiers like a forest stepped out with a bang, stabbing at the iron armor of the cavalry and the fine armor of the war horses, the spear edge pierced the armor, the horses screamed and neighed and stood up, and some were directly in the charge, even the men and horses crashed into the dense spears, and several spearheads drilled into the flesh and blood, pierced from behind, Lifted up the scales on his back. A Kushan soldier wrapped in a turban gritted his teeth, the spear in his hand bent under the impact, and then snapped, and as the man fell backwards, the wounded horse rushed in and swept the body on the ground under the hoof.

The mighty Gallic cavalry tore through the line and slew past the feet of the war elephants, and some of them fell from their horses and rolled to the ground during the attack. The companion who followed immediately raised his hand and stabbed the elephant under the abdomen without armor, and at this moment, the huge body raised its nose high and let out a mournful roar, lifting off the Kushan archer on its back, and the body also fell to the ground on its side, and the smoke and dust filled the air. The Kushan archer, who was lucky enough to survive, struggled out from under the elephant, pulled out the blade at his waist, staggered to his feet, his face covered with blood, his mouth open, and saw that in the smoke and dust, there were cavalry rampage....... countless collisions, some people fell, some horses fell, splashing scarlet filled the field of vision, and then, a cavalryman brandished a spear and stabbed him from behind, and fell in the dust.

The fighting on the battlefield was more frequent, the scouts who delivered messages kept coming and going between the formations and the fields, the royal banner of the Roman emperor was set up twenty miles away, and in the early morning sun, the temperature gradually rose, and the huge umbrella cover was propped up, and he sat on a chair and watched the news that came one after another, and there was a blonde boy named Dimatte next to him.

"Your father's army really surprised me, it's good. I am a rare opponent, and after this battle, I will not kill him, but take him back to Rome and keep him in captivity in the palace, which is a living trophy, so that everyone can see my brilliant record. ”

This sentence was said to the little boy before the battle, and since the start of the war, the attack of the three Roman legions has not been as smooth as expected, whether the previous two legions are tempted, or now another legion has entered the battlefield at the same time, they have been firmly blocked by the other party.

As the battle went on, the news continued to come back from the front, and Severus, who was still sitting in his chair, had a dark face, "No matter how you fight, the Cylius are already surrounded, let the Illyrian legions, Macedonian legions, and Italian legions prepare, I don't believe they can resist for long." ”

"Your Majesty, send three more legions, and there are only two left with us......"

"It's four." Basking in the sun, the old man stood up: "There is no enemy that Rome cannot defeat, kill!" ”

At the sound of the battle horn, three legions in succession broke away from the formation, and in the distance of twenty miles from the battlefield, they stretched into patches, and their neat footsteps almost shook the ground.

Soon after, the three corps separated, and the tide launched an encirclement and advance.

Spreading for twenty miles, entering the battlefield field of vision, the commander of the Black Mountain Cavalry in the rear of the Xiliang Army drew his ring-headed sword and urged his horse to gallop in front of a famous cavalry: "Charge with me——"

The Black Mountain cavalry, who had been waiting for more than two hours, flapped their weapons, and when the horn sounded, five thousand Black Mountain horsemen separated from the middle, and the deputy general Su Ren led one to the right side of the battlefield, and the other two thousand five hundred Black Mountain Horsemen followed Yan Rou to the left, looking down from the sky, like a flood diverting around the front line of the battle.

"Stop them!"

In the center of the battlefield, the commander of the Anatolian legion under unified command almost roared and gave an order, allowing the Gallic cavalry and Thracians on the left and right fields to stop the two enemy cavalry, but where did the two mercenary cavalry who were already fighting chaotically have the opportunity to intercept it, even if someone noticed that when they took part of the cavalry over, the other party directly launched a charge, spear hand shield, and the war horse with the shield was like a chariot that collided, and the two mercenary cavalry had to avoid the formation of the other party's dense collision, and some were directly knocked over and trampled into meat by the horses' hooves.

Montenegro rode fiercely at this moment, and no one dared to stop him.

"Montenegro!" Yan Rou raised his knife and shouted.

More than 2,000 people shouted behind him.

"Mountain! Yue—"

Ahead, the Roman legions advancing into the battlefield became clear, and the two Black Mountain horsemen clamped their spears, like two long black dragons, through the field, towards the formation of three Roman foot soldiers who were on foot.

Gongsun Zhi took a deep breath and closed his eyes......