The dust cleared, and behind the ironclad cavalry were the undead who were trotting all the way closer, hiding their faces under the heavy iron masks, looking even more eerie and inhumane.

Less than fifty meters away!

"Roar!"

Thousands of black soldiers raised their shields and guns, and the roar of rage became dull under the iron mask, and at this time, no one knew what the expression of the face hidden under the iron mask was, was it hideous, or fearful? That's fine, no matter what the expression, it's not as frightening as the dark expressionless mask that is carved into the ground.

"Woo, woo......"

A short trumpet sounded again, still from the Sassanid side, followed by the earth-shattering killing shouts, and the undead army of the Sassanid gathered into a black torrent, pouring down the mountains and the sea!

"Come on! Come on! ”

The infantry of the ten hundred-man field legion at the rear of the battle line flapped their shields and roared at the black "flood" that was pouring in front of them, but they did not dare to move forward, because the ultimate command of the legion belonged to Augustus, Theodosius II!

"Caesar, get up!"

Andrew slowly stood up and looked down at Theodosius II, who was still trembling, and Theodosius's performance might have disappointed him, because in his reflection, Augustus, who could afford to hold such a title, was suddenly a true nobleman in the empire, a great military strategist, a reformer, like Octavian, the Five Sages, Diocletian, Marco. Aurelius, Constantine, even the grandfather of this trembling middle-aged man, Theodosius I, was a hero who could support the entire Roman Empire at that time, but why, now this middle-aged man is a "coward" who trembles when he sees blood! Andrew felt that he could not do this, and he called softly, but Theodosius II seemed to lose his mind, and put his hands on Marcus's chest, and said nothing, as if his soul had been drained, and he was left with this body, and could do nothing but cry. Marcus's eyes lost their light, and it was clear that he had been suffocated by his own blood, and from the moment he was shot by the arrow, he was destined not to live, but for this reason, Theodosius was still deeply remorseful, forgetting that this was a battlefield, and that there were 20,000 lives passing by in his hands.

"Caesar!" Andrew raised the decibels, he couldn't bear to see the emperor of the Eastern Empire give up his role as commander because of the death of his friend.

"Marcus is dead, my friend, my faithful servant!" Theodosius II was on his knees, almost curled up beside Marcus's corpse, and he did not even dare to touch Marcus's blood-covered face, perhaps for fear of soiling his white hands. Decades of peace have left him with a vague definition of death, and it even seems that such things as death and war are too far away from him, and he has been in contact with the army, but only for inspection. But this time, let him know it deeply.

"He died because of me, O God, forgive me, forgive me!" Theodosius II did not seem to hear at all, he fell to his knees, folded his hands, burst into tears, confessed over and over again, drew a cross on his chest, and at this time seemed extremely religious, why, could this be able to resurrect Marcus?

"Forgive me, Lord, forgive me!" Theodosius II seemed to have emptied himself, and he kept drawing crosses and confessing to Marcus.

The Sassanid undead roared and rushed into the first array, and they attacked in full force, with the aim of forcing the army of the first Roman array entangled with their ironclad cavalry to retreat, and allowing the Sassanid ironclad cavalry to withdraw from the battlefield and then attack Tuxin. The Romans in the battle line still did not give up, they gritted their teeth, and stabbed the horses and cavalry in front of them with their spears, and soon, one after another, the Sassanid ironclad cavalry was overturned to the ground by men and horses, but the Romans encountered a new enemy, that is, the undead army with broad-shielded spears like them.

However, the other cavalry in the Roman formation, as well as the second and third army formations behind them, could only watch their brothers in the first array fall one after another, but they did not get the order to attack for a long time!

"What about Augustus? What about our Caesar! The officers could not hold their breath, and they ran towards the chariot in a group, and saw where Theodosius was weeping and repenting. And Andrew, who was at a loss on the sidelines.

"Caesar!" Everyone was silent, but there was a fire in their hearts, because at this time, Theodosius II was still caring only about his own peace of mind.

"Come back! Come back! Don't run, you are soldiers of the Empire! ”

Finally, the soldiers of the first array, who had not been commanded for a long time, were shaken, and they lost the courage to fight in blood and killing, and began to flee without losing their armor, and even if the centurion completely shouted in a hoarse voice, they could not recover their last courage, and likewise, the distracted centurion was brutally killed in the chaos of the army. The soldiers of the second array looked at these "cowards" who had lost their armor, and everyone couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, no one stopped them, they were covered in blood and scarred, and it was not their fault that they collapsed.

"The first array was defeated, and we lost more than a thousand people!" The officers calmed down at this time, and they looked back at the battlefield, where the Sassanid ironclad cavalry had escaped, and although they had suffered a lot of losses, they still maintained their vigorous combat effectiveness. The Sassanid infantry regrouped and swooped down on the second array again.

"The second array, meet the enemy." They gathered around the chariot and kept as calm as they could, like Theodosius II reporting on the battle at the front. But their Caesar was still stubborn, stubbornly kneeling beside Marcus and praying over and over again!

"Caesar, give orders!" Everyone looked up at him, but he closed his eyes and did not answer.

"Marcus died because of me!" Theodosius said, tears welling up. "I'm just a friend of him, I'm just a friend of him......" Theodosius II's emotions were broken, he really forgot that there was still fighting here, and more and more people were losing their lives because of his inaction. Behind him was a scream of slaughter, mixed with screams, wails, and roars. He turned a deaf ear! "God, it's over, it's over!" He kept begging, "Take me away, I'm going home, I'm going home!" ”

"Caesar!" Andrew was already impatient at this time, but he did not dare to lose his temper, although Theodosius II's behavior was an out-and-out cowardly act, but he still did not dare to be disrespectful. After all, he's just a guard. "Caesar, if we continue like this, we will really lose!"

The Sassanid cavalry came out from twice as much, and they were like two wedges, and they were fiercely inserted into the second Roman array, trying to use the tactics of outflanking, trying to completely eat the two thousand men.

"Forgive me, forgive me!" Theodosius II continued to weep and repent.