"Don't stop, don't stop!"

Luga knew that moving forward was the only way to survive, but he had to face unprecedented resistance, and the ironclad horses were wantonly destroying the creatures under the horses' hooves. No flesh and blood can stop such a powerful cavalry, and even if they can get away with dodging the galloping horses, they will definitely not be able to dodge the mace that is stained with blood and minced flesh!

Soon, these 500 ironclad cavalry had already caused chaos in the Sassanid army. The soldiers who had maintained their fixed formation scattered and fled, and the Roman army took advantage of the situation to abandon the formation, roaring like a tumbling tsunami, sweeping over the mountains and seas, and this time almost overturning the Sassanid "warship". The huge "warship" of the Sassanid army was up and down in the "wind and waves", and it was still struggling to support. The Sassanid infantry, having recovered from their senses, immediately gathered together to stop the charging ironclad cavalry, and used all their strength to pierce their heavy armor, but it was not easy.

Luga was one of those who was forced to stop, dropping his spear and wielding his sword to slash at every Persian who tried to approach him. Kick the horse's belly so that his horse does not stop and reveal too many flaws for the Persians to catch, in which case he will really be glorious!

Although Luga himself was in dire straits, as his enemy, Isiai could not sit still, how could he watch his army be turned upside down by Luga. In his eyes, he only saw the ironclad cavalry led by Lu Jia in his army formation, destroying and killing everywhere like no one, but he never thought that Lu Jia was just trying not to kill himself too quickly.

"Whose command is this ironclad cavalry!" Pointing to the officer behind him who was killing the metro cavalry with impunity on the battlefield, Isiai asked!

"I'm sorry, King of kings, but we don't know who this man is."

Everyone is shaking their heads, of course, who will know the obscure pawn from Europa? However, what this "little pawn" did give Ishie, the king of all kings of Persia, a headache.

"If we let this damn guy continue to act so recklessly, we will really lose!" The officer beside him reminded him in a whisper.

"Bastard, I know that, too!"

Isière turned back and angrily reprimanded the officer who had just reminded him, so frightened that the man quickly retracted his head and did not dare to say anything more.

"Order the army to shrink the front! Why the fuck are the Holy Dead Cavalry so slow, speed up and catch that idiot! "It's a big gamble, because the usual gamble is with Denaris or Oron, but on the battlefield it is thousands of lives. These were all Ixier's precious hole cards, and he couldn't take them as child's play.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The horns of the Sassanid army sounded again, and the Sassanid army, which was close to the out-of-control, retreated sharply, worthy of well-trained soldiers, who began to retreat at the sound of the horns, instead of taking advantage of the fact that Luga had to stop and swarmed up, leaving Luga and them unable to eat.

"Sassanid backs off!"

"Haha, they're scared!"

"Don't run, damn desert coward!"

The Romans also saw the Sassanid retreat, raising their shields and shouting, "Long live the ironclad cavalry." And then chased after it!

"Let's not disperse, keep coming together!" Luga turned back and shouted at the ironclad cavalry, and there were obviously fewer ironclad cavalry still on their horses. "Quick, protect Augustus, quick!" Luga led them through the dense crowd, and he felt only that the armor on his body weighed on his shoulders like a mountain, leaving him breathless.

"Quick, for God's sake, hurry up!"

Looking at the Sassanid Sacred Dead Cavalry close at hand, Theodosius II was completely paralyzed, and he felt that he had completely lost the strength to stand at that moment. Originally, my heart was in my throat, but this time it must have been beating too hard and stopped.

Andrew didn't give up, he whipped the horse pulling the cart hard, but it didn't make the horse go any faster.

The lighter Funeral Cavalry quickly caught up, attacking the driver and then losing control of the chariot, which was their idea, so they raised their spears and stabbed straight at Andrew!

Andrew is also a battle-hardened veteran, so it naturally doesn't take much effort for him to stab so staggeringly. But there were several at once, which made him a little overwhelmed.

"Shameless bedbugs!"

Andrew shouted and cursed, and he didn't care if the Persians could understand his Latin, but he suddenly lifted a shield with one free hand, pressed it tightly to his left, and then tied the reins of the horse to his waist with his right hand, and parried the horse from the right with his bare hands!

The war horse is galloping, and it is naturally difficult for the Holy Death Cavalry on it to catch the galloping target, and even if it is captured, the strength and speed of the cavalry spear that stabs out cannot keep up. The nimble Andrew was able to dodge easily, and they wanted to attack Theodosius II, but Theodosius II hid under the strong defense of the chariot, and still relied on Andrew's right side, and if he wanted to attack from the left, Andrew used his shield to protect them to the death, so that they could not take advantage of it for a while. Seeing that the Sassanid Holy Death Cavalry, who could not take advantage for a while, was naturally uncomfortable, the battle situation was urgent, and they had no time to consume, so they began to shift the target of the attack.

"They're going to attack the horses! Andrew, turn the wheel around and let our chariot into the ranks! Theodosius II noticed that the Sassanid cavalry had increased their speed in the gap of his shield, and he knew their movements at the first time. Presumably it was in the midst of the crisis that the potential was stimulated, Theodosius II was astonishingly calm at this time, he ordered Andrew, Andrew grabbed the reins with his right hand, and pulled sharply to the right, and the horse turned its head so quickly that even the chasing cavalry did not have time to react before he crashed into the carriage and fell off his horse.

"They're going to run, kill the horses, kill the horses!"

When Theodosius' intentions were discovered, the Funeral Cavalry gathered around them again, raising their spears and stabbing at the horses pulling the cart. The horse was stabbed and bloodied, but it was still desperately rushing forward.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Seeing that they were about to assassinate the war horses, Andrew did not have long enough weapons in his hands, so he could only watch and pray that the lives of the two war horses were hard enough.

"Same as we did last time!" Iae looked out not far away, gave the order unhurriedly, and continued: "Be quick, before they come out of the crowd." ”

"But there are still our people there!"

"This is the command of the King of kings!" Isière's tone did not allow for the slightest question.

The horn sounded again, and hundreds of fiery oil canisters flew out of the Sassanid army.

"Bang Bang..."

Once again, the flower of flame bloomed in the crowd, and in an instant the entire Roman army was filled with flames, including Luga and his ironclad cavalry.

"Hahaha......"

Isière laughed triumphantly, for he already felt victory beckoning him, and he was eager to teach the old and brainless Theodosius II a hard lesson!

"Whoa!"

After all, the horse was flesh, but it still couldn't withstand the blow of iron, and it fell to the ground with a wail, and the huge impact even knocked the body of the car carrying Andrew and Theodosius II behind it to the ground. The two of them fell to the ground with a heavy blow.

Theodosius II was smashed, his eyes were glazed, he was paralyzed unconscious, and the upturned carriage was buckled upside down, and he did not even have the consciousness to resist. In the haze, he felt the chariot being lifted, and a dozen Persians with helmets carved with swan wings on their heads laughed, scolded and pulled him up roughly, speaking in Persian he did not understand, in a strange voice, Theodosius II knew that this was a trick on him, but he did not even have the ability to resist.

"It's over! It's over! ”

Theodosius II wanted to cry without tears, and at this time he was not anxious for the help of others, but thought of his wife and children, and he never imagined that this battle would change his life at this time, and make him fall from the Roman Augustus to the subordinated prisoner of the Sassanid Persians!

"That's it, that's it! Isn't it just a dam repair? Theodosius quickly looked away, and he looked back at the battlefield again, where there was already a sea of fire, and everyone was in disarray, including the Persians.

"Click!"

At this moment, Theodosius II felt a flash of fire in front of him, and the head of the Sassanid Holy Dead Cavalry who was laughing at him beside him was instantly exploded, and blood and brains splattered on the others, causing a small commotion.

Theodosius looked up and saw a sight he had never seen before: an iron-clad horse, and the knight on it burned with flames as if he had emerged from hell, but the knight was unmoved, holding the reins in his left hand and the blood-stained mace in his right, the same weapon that had burst the Persian's head.