The shouts of battle were like a tide, the mournful screams of falling horses, the sound of arrows, the screams and roars of people, and the sound of gold and iron colliding were mixed together and boiled in the ears. A soldier staggered to his feet, and a voice next to him shouted, "Stand back, come and bandage him—"

Blood stained half of Gao Shun's face, pulled out the blade from a corpse, and rushed towards the soldier, the swaying soldier in the crowded crowd turned his head with blood flowing all over his face, and saw his own general running over, tremblingly reaching out to grab the weapon on the ground, the moment the fingertips touched the hilt, there was a loud bang behind him, the two big shields were squeezed open a gap, the armored war horse rushed in, the spear in his hand swept around, it was a crisp sound, and the figure who went to pick up the weapon rushed forward, and the blood flowed out of the nostrils and mouth, seeping into the soil.

"—I'm going to kill you!"

With a fierce force of his feet, he shouted angrily towards the enemy cavalry that rushed in over there, and the soldiers around him pounced, and more than a dozen spears and knives poked out from both sides at the same time, piercing into the man's thighs, and some of them were against the armor, making a metal friction sound, and the Salmatian heavy rider "Wow, ah-" screamed fiercely, and frantically waved his spear to force the Celeus people on both sides to retreat, but when he turned his head and moved his gaze, a figure rushed up with a long knife, jumped up, and the blade of the knife was swung to the extreme.

Burst!

The Law of Sighs –

In the huge sound of fighting, two insignificant sounds came out almost at the same time, the blade cut off the spear shaft, and slashed at the head of the horse of this Sarmatian knight, flesh and bone residue splashed, the war horse neighed and fell to the ground with blood plasma, the Sarmatian knight rolled a few steps, and wanted to get up, Gao Shun flew to a kick, kicked the other party down again, pressed his hand holding the handle of the knife at his waist, kicked the cavalryman's iron helmet, and glanced at the face of the Westerner who was panicked and frightened with red eyes, Raising your hand is a slash.

The head of the person is rolling on the ground, the outer tide is constantly pushing from three directions, the front line of contact extends forward, all of them are densely packed with human heads, countless bodies carrying spears, blades, and shields are crowded into one, the violent collision is only a moment, once resisted, it is slightly eased a lot, but it is also a hellish scene, the front line is crooked, and the soldiers who are on standby in the middle of the camp are quickly replenished, taking the position of seriously injured or dead companions, and continue to shout and kill.

30,000 men against a formation of 3,000 men, whose resistance remained unmoved like a reef in the sea.

"Don't let go of your hands—"

"Use the strength of milk, and to hell with the Great Qin Shorty!"

"My hand...... My hand! ”

"Drag him down..... drag him down..... the team will come and make up for it alone, quick! Hey..... who's over there? ”

In the various voices of sorrow, anger, and screams, Gao Shun bit the cloth that was a little loose in his palm, his location was relatively high, and in the afterglow, a touch of fiery red color ran in the residual red of the sunset, he turned his gaze, and his lips trembled: "....... Wenhou." ”

On the outskirts of the battlefield, the wandering Sarmatian light cavalry also noticed the unexpected intruder, which consisted of only a few dozen men, and then, with a whistle, a female knight whistled towards the other side with the same number of light horses, and in the midst of the heaval she drew her bow and arrows and shot at the man in front.

Arrows pierced the crimson sky.

"A certain family does not kill women, but there is no distinction between men and women on the battlefield."

The horse's hooves were churning, Fang Tian's halberd was hanging upside down, lifted, the scarlet cloak shook with a bang, and the arrow was directly broken into two pieces in mid-air and fell to the ground, the Sarmatian female knight was stunned at the same time, on the opposite side, the fiery red seemed to be burning, and passed her at a very fast speed, and even the fifty Bingzhou iron horsemen who followed over ignored the female cavalry and went straight forward.

Behind their backs, the Sarmatian female cavalryman was still on horseback, and in the next second, her slender figure shook suddenly, her dye-smeared face drooped slightly, the crimson color covered the horse's back, and the hot intestines turned out of the cracked leather armor and hung in the air, and soon she remained seated and died.

Under the banner of three men and horses, the Roman legion in the east direction, white face is not needed, the short-haired Roman legion commander is looking at the battlefield in front of him, carefully reviewing the battle situation transmitted from the front, for the enemy's arrangement, the will to resist, etc., are all necessary to figure out as a general, when a few orders were issued, the flag officer came over, whispered in his ear, raised his hand and pointed to the side, the legion commander turned his head, his eyes narrowed.

"Fifty Cyrius cavalry?" A smile appeared on his white face, and he waved his hand indifferently: "Let the Sarmatians solve it, we should focus on the Celeus army on the opposite side, that army should be the elite of the Celeus, the general of the other side will be an important person, let the soldiers in front speed up and break through and capture him......"

The smile stiffened on his face at this point, and the words stopped, and then his voice was raised to the extreme, sharp and piercing: "What are the Sarmatians doing?!" ”

The vision pushed over the moving heads, under the remnant sun, the fiery red rolled over the quiet dust, dragging out a long smoke and dust, facing the crazy galloping Lu Bu is three Sarmatian light horsemen, before he can lift the bow, his body was pierced by arrows, fell off the horse's back, and there were also spears to hit over, over there, the galloping horse's hooves turned abruptly, Lu Bu turned sideways, avoided the moment of the spearhead, grabbed the spear shaft in his hand, "Get out of the way-" In the fierce drink, he grabbed one arm and dragged the female knight directly off the horse, The body was swept under the hooves of the rear and state cavalry in the roll.

The speed was still on the east side of the battlefield, running out of a huge semicircle, and he did not collide with the large number of light horsemen, and from beginning to end, his eyes were always fixed on the nearest Roman legion, the figure of the horseman under the conspicuous banner.

"Buy me time!"

The moment Lu Bu shouted loudly, the fifty juzhou iron cavalry that followed behind him launched a horizontal formation, intercepting the Sarmatian cavalry that was chasing from behind, shooting arrows while running, dragging the other party. Under the banner of men and horses, the flag officer looked at the extremely fast Cylius cavalry, his heart was faintly uneasy, and he looked at the legion commander next to him worriedly: "Your Excellency, I think it may be better to transfer from here." ”

"After all these years of fighting, I have never seen a cavalryman do anything, and he can still rush in here and kill me?"

"Your Excellency, we are in the rear, and the guard is only fifty people......"

In the next second, the knight who was speeding towards him was already clear, and the scarlet cloak was like blood in their sight, spreading out in front of them.

The painting halberd slashed down fiercely with the sound of breaking the air, accompanied by the neighing of the red war horse, several spears and axes broke in mid-air, and the bloody body was torn and flew out, under the banner of the centaurs, the legion commander was stunned and looked at the figure that had directly killed several cavalry blockers, rolled his Adam's apple, swallowed his saliva, and then pulled out the short sword at his waist, and the flag officer beside him had disappeared.

"The Cylius, the warriors of Rome never retreat from ......"

Between the words, the horse galloped, the short sword stabbed over, by the light of the sky, the eyes reflected an extremely long weapon also stabbed over, the stabbed arm hovered, the blood slipped down the halberd from the torn neck, opposite, Lu Bu didn't look at him, just slightly sideways swept the Roman guards who were surrounding, the arm turned, a pick, the head was thrown from the shoulders, and then he caught it, a rein, turned the direction very quickly, got rid of the Roman guards, the horse's hooves stepped on the wide field again, and galloped quickly, Chitu excitedly spread his hooves, led the opponent's cavalry around, and detoured to a high slope on the east side of the camp, his cloak was lightly raised, and Lu Bu grabbed the reins and raised his arm.

The wind swept across the fields.

"Hahaha! The Great Qin people are nothing more than that-"

The clouds swept like a tide, the red rabbit horse neighed, the excited people stood up, the torn cloak unfolded and rolled, the high-pitched and majestic voice was blown by the wind across the battlefield below, whether it was the people who were fighting, or the Roman soldiers who were crowded and ready to charge, following the sound to look at the horse on which the man was standing, and in the red glow of the sunset, the figure holding the human head was like a god of war.

"It's Wen Hou..... Wen Hou is here!"

"Tell you to wait for the barbarians, knowing how powerful my big Han flying general is!"

"Brothers, Wen Hou is back, kill—"

Below, on the front line of resistance, a soldier in the famous camp shouted excitedly, and the shield formation that was originally stalemate with the opponent in a moment advanced half a step forward, Gao Shun retracted his gaze, clenched the hilt of the knife and took a deep breath, and pulled out his throat and shouted hysterically: "-Push!" ”

Almost at the moment when the word 'push' fell, everyone was exerting their strength, the soles of their feet were pressed to the ground, and the shield made an ugly friction sound against the shield, "Push!" More than 2,000 people shouted in unison, bursting into the illusion of tens of thousands, and on the front, the Roman soldiers in the first row were retreating with the shields in their hands.

The fighting became even more vicious.

Soon after, it was getting dark, and the signal was heard. Gao Shun sat exhausted on the corpse of a war horse, sweat mixed with blood and dirt gathered on the tip of his chin and beard, behind, heavy footsteps came, he raised his head, and the water bag was handed in front of him.

"Wen Hou shouldn't come back."

Lu Bu patted him on the shoulder, sat down next to him, and looked at the soldiers in the camp who were cleaning the battlefield and pushing corpses, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

"Because the brothers of a certain family are here."

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The sky is getting dark, more than ten miles to the south, the same tragic battle happened, the army deployed by Severus began to surface one by one, the original assembly of the family caravan received the arrival of the war, it gathered to the east Ctesiphon direction to retreat, happened to meet a Roman legion from Armenia, the other party saw this huge number of troops, first stunned for a moment, after finding out the situation, they launched an attack, the Qiang people and guards in the team relied on the carts loaded with goods, carriages to launch resistance, the battlefield and the battlefield were full of fighting figures, a small part of the caravan that did not want to suffer losses wanted to flee back to Ctesihorn alone, but were intercepted by Roman mercenary cavalry, causing even greater chaos.

At this time, a cavalry of more than 1,000 men was retreating from the north and met the routed caravan.