"The Cyrius—"

On the watchtower, the Roman soldiers shouted hysterically, but in the sky, arrows with flames were densely covered and fell, and the originally silent camp suddenly became noisy, and as soon as someone rushed out of the tent, he was crucified to the ground, and there was crackling all around...... The sound of arrows falling densely on the tent area, the flames licking the flammable felt, and the wind brought a huge fire in the hot and dry summer climate.

In front of the central tent, Freitensis watched with wide eyes as the rain of fire fell, and the red light illuminated his flustered silhouette as he ran, shouting: "Gather the soldiers, blow the assembly trumpet, all assemble in the spacious area, don't panic—"

In the midst of shouting and running, half of the square camp was caught in flames, and the wooden sticks that had set up the tent collapsed in the flames, and in his vision, a Roman centurion rushed out with flames all over his body, crashing into the chaotic crowd, causing even greater chaos, and the soldiers who had not yet had time to run out were buried in the burned tents, and the flames continued to burn, and they were still spreading rapidly.

"Let the legion commander rush out of the camp gate with the veterans who have already gathered!" Freitensis could not maintain the elegant image of the past, and the smoke left black marks on his face, "Don't pay attention to the auxiliary soldiers and brute cavalry who don't listen to the command in a panic, go outside to reorganize the formation first!" ”

The lieutenant general next to him ran away quickly, he carried the eagle wing saber and constantly gave orders to the herald and the flag officer, and when he encountered the panicked figure running in front of him, he slashed the person to the ground with a sword, and the firelight reflected his hideous face, and glared at the people around him with a roar: "The warriors of Rome, follow the formation and rush out of the fire, and go outside to reorganize the formation!" Don't panic and crowd—"

"What about the people of Aulus, Cassioupes?!" Coughing choking on smoke, Freitensis turned to the battalion commander behind him, and the tax collector yelled: "Go and inform them at once, I will see the team rush out of the camp at once, or the Roman sword will fall on their necks!" ”

One by one, the orders were issued, and there were fewer and fewer heralds, flag bearers, and battalion commanders around him, and he covered his nose and led the legion guards towards the east camp gate, which was the stable where the war horses were parked, and the fire would not be so dense, and by the way, he could also ride the war horses to break through.

Most of the Roman military camps tend to be square, surrounded by sharp and inclined wooden stakes and dug wide and deep trenches as defensive barriers, the whole camp appears square and orderly, but in the dry and windy season of summer, the fire is difficult to control, some Roman soldiers who are still asleep are awakened by the fire, or choked up, running around with the flames on their bodies, huge flames envelop the body, let out terrible, heart-rending screams, or killed by their own people, or swallowed by the fire, the body is gradually burned and curled up, shaking and convulsions, The grease sizzles in the flames until it is charred black.

The wind swept through the fire, illuminating the sky, under the dense black smoke, the figures gathered in the spacious school field, coughing sounded one by one, these were battle-hardened Roman veterans, the moment the fire attack of the Orientals began, they subconsciously rushed out of the tent to gather in the direction of the trumpet, at this time, most of them held their weapons in their hands neatly arranged, only a few of them were bare-chested, only holding short swords or shields.

Throughout the camp, the terrifying chaos continued, and the horror spread in all directions.

In the firelight, on the school field, Aulus pointed in the direction of the camp gate with a battle axe, and the Roman veterans who still had the will to fight rushed towards that side frantically, squeezing away the auxiliaries blocking the front, Freitensis saw that the army began to move, and led the guards to open the way in front, let people open the camp gate, cut the drawbridge, and waved his sword and pointed outside: "Heroic Roman soldiers, the rampant flames can't swallow us, everyone rushes out, and forms a formation-" Then, the sword and the chaotic auxiliary soldiers and brute cavalry who rushed around stepped out of the camp gate.

In the direction of the south gate, the commander of the legion named Cassieupes and another group of more than 3,000 people were rushing out of the drawbridge, which was originally opened up to facilitate the auxiliary soldiers to go to the nearby river to get water, and at this moment it played a role in escaping. The regimental commander rode behind, and the soldier in the front section had already stepped on the soil outside, and then, in the sound of footsteps, in the dim light of the fire, a spear was thrown, and with a thud it pierced the chest of a heavy step in front of him, and with all his strength, it slammed into the shield of the man behind.

The attack came suddenly.

The moment the spears that were thrown suddenly stopped, dozens of Rome who rushed out shouted heavily, and they began to form a formation, and in front of their eyes, a neatly arranged phalanx stepped forward, slowly walking out of the darkness, the strange long iron spears stood in a forest, and the collision sounded, and a young general, a lion helmet and beast belt, white robe and silver armor rode out on horseback, and raised the head of the spear slightly.

Beside him, the bearded general raised his head and shouted, "Xiliang Xiongfeng-"

"Wind!"

The wall smashed to the ground, the spear was lowered by the Xiliang foot soldiers in the rear, and the cold pointed straight to the opposite side, in the darkness, countless soles of feet stepped on the steps and approached the front, surrounded by the roaring earth restlessness, Cassiupes wiped his eyes, the formation and configuration of the Cylius on the opposite side were too familiar with them, but at the moment, he had no choice, raised his sword and shouted: "Warriors, rush out and let them see how the proud Roman eagle defeated his enemy-"

"Roar!"

The hundreds of veterans around him tensed up, and in response to the words of the legion commander, they roared in response, slapped their shields with their weapons, and then, dozens of heavy steps that came out first in front launched a charge, leaving space for their companions behind to come from the drawbridge. A centurion with his banner bearer led dozens of soldiers to shout, raise their shields, and exert their strength, stepping out of the dirt with their feet, and instantly slammed into the array of guns in front of him like a tide.

Throwing spears at each other and flying, all blocked by the big shield, Pound shouted: "Steady! The Xiliang soldiers in the front row stopped and inserted the back end of the iron spear into the soil under their feet, and in the next second, the armored figure holding the shield charging slammed into it.

Boom Boom Boom –

The loud sound of the collision between the shield and the shield, and the shield and the spear, exploded continuously at the moment of contact, and some people were pierced to death by spears before they could get close, and some people collided, and the huge impact of the collision shook both sides. "Ahhhh

In the cavalry formation on the left, Ma Chao slowly rode away with his spear, and his eyes were fixed on the Roman soldiers who were pouring out, the commander of the legion on horseback, showing Bai Sensen's teeth.

"It's you......." he whispered, and the horse's hooves snapped.

The surging Roman heavy step was still charging, Cassiopes was still commanding and ordering, he felt that he was being stared at in the afterglow, turned his head, the red mane swayed, a figure on horseback raised a gun and rushed into the field of vision, the lion helmet and white tassels, the white robe and white armor stimulated his eyeballs, the heavy spear waved, and with a bang, he flew away with a Roman heavy iron helmet, and the side of the soldier's mouth and nose spurting blood flew away, and the war horse instantly killed into the pile.

The golden sound of the fire struck, a turn, the flesh and blood splashed, the tiger head gun smashed open a short sword, inserted into a centurion face door across the mane, in the crowd fiercely pushed the corpse forward, stained with blood on the face, both arms flicked, the corpse was picked up and smashed into the rushing several Roman soldiers, the reins were strained, the war horse neighed, the person stood up, the brocade white cloak unfolded, and the voice roared: "Wu Nai Xi Liang Ma Chao——"

The heavy gun smashed down, the shield shattered and splashed, and the figure behind the shield fell to the ground with a bang, holding the crooked and broken arm and screaming miserably, and the broken bone pierced out of the skin, and then, the horse's hooves stepped down fiercely, trampled on the person's chest, continued to run, and swept out a way out of the way with the heavy gun waving in front of him.

Cassiupes immediately saw the Cylius general suddenly kill, and pointed his sword at the other party and shouted at the surrounding Roman soldiers: "Kill that Celeus, kill him, don't let him come close-" Then, he tried to distance himself, but he was on the drawbridge, with soldiers in front and behind, and he couldn't leave at all.

The next moment, the man came over and broke into the range of the firelight, it was a young, handsome face, Cassieupes reacted very quickly and raised his arm, the horizontal sword blocked, the heavy gun body slammed down, with just a bang, the saber flew out, Ma Chao's left hand reached out to his waist, the cloak shook off, and a cold ritium was pulled out of the scabbard, and slashed-

Burst!

The flesh and blood around his neck parted inch by inch under the blade of the sword, Cassiupez's eyes widened, his dim vision gradually slanted, and then rolled, and his vision rose to the sky, shaking overlooking the entire camp where the fire was burning, and from time to time there were flaming arrows in the sky, and the chaotic figures were still running or jumping over the wooden railing, and were shot with bows and arrows by the enemy cavalry wandering outside, and the corpses spread out in a stretch.

His gaze swirled back, and he saw the camp gate on the other side, where the cavalry of the Cylius roared like the tide of the sea, and scattered the valiant soldiers who had formed a hastily formation......

Then, nothing was to be seen.

Boom, the head fell on the drawbridge, kicked by countless footsteps, and flew somewhere.