The wind brings a scorching smell.

During the period from early morning to dawn, Gaieus was called out of the blanket by the soldiers, and when he rushed out of the barracks, on the city wall, a large number of officers and soldiers were congested, coming and going, and the light of the continuous torches pointed to the western sky and shouted, forming a noisy hustle and bustle, and some people looked at all this silently, and then looked at the army commander who came over, and took the initiative to get out of the way, Gaieus pressed the hilt of his sword, dragged his cloak to the west city wall, and the distant sky rendered a red light.

It was a sign of a wildfire, but in such a season, it was impossible for this to happen, and he felt a little panic in his heart, the only possibility was that the reinforcements from the Armenian province were intercepted halfway, and there might not even be any slag left in the fire. After watching for a moment, he gritted his teeth: "Letting the soldiers go back to the camp is just a mountain fire, is it possible that the proud Roman warriors are afraid of even a fire?" ”

When there were a few fewer people on the city wall, Gaieus whispered: "Send someone out of the city at once, and inform the Fourth Legion from Mesopotamia not to pass....... not to come...... The Cylius laid the trap. ”

"Your Excellency, our men can't get out of the city......" the cavalry flag bearer responded anxiously.

Gaieus clenched the hilt of his sword, his eyes reflected the fire in the sky, and for a long time, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice squeezed out in a low voice: "May the gods of Olympus convey my voice to my people and save me from this calamity." ”

It was not long before dawn, and the sound of horses' hooves and footsteps galloping southwest swept across the land with the night wind.

The galloping horses and foot soldiers hurried in the direction of the fire, led by the general in half-body armor, wearing a Gallic red-maned iron helmet, half of his face was covered by the iron sheets, his exposed eyes looked in the direction of the red light, turned back and shouted loudly, and after a while, dozens of cavalry left first, along this side to the burning hills.

Wherever they arrived, the sky was blue and dark, and there was a faint light, and they were greeted by patches of burned trees, and on the charred hills, some of which were still burning, and they went a little further, closer to the mountain, and found a completely charred corpse, and from the charred, melted chest armor, they also recognized it as a heavy infantry of the Fifth Legion.

A knight turned over and dismounted to examine the corpse, as soon as he touched it, the skull made a crisp sound, the jaw suddenly broke open, and the black bone chips were splashed on his face, the knight put down the corpse and walked further with the rest of his companions, the temperature in the air was still very high, forcing them to stop at the bottom of the steep slope, the vision became clear as the sky gradually brightened, the scene on the opposite side became clear, the whole hill became black, and there were more and more corpses, and the mountains were densely covered under the scorched wood, or hugged, curled up, showing all kinds of burnt shapes, There was a disgusting stench in the air. In the distance, an eagle banner was pinched in the hands of the flag-bearer who had been roasted, and the grease-soaked face was the eyes that could not be closed, and a moment later, the wind blew, and the eagle banner pulled the corpse down the slope.

There were no more people left..... the knight's head was buzzing blank, and then he roared, "Go away!" Turning around and running back, he climbed on horseback, and dozens of people ran in the direction of frantically coming and going as if they had seen ghosts, wanting to get away from this terrifying place and report the news of the destruction of the Fifth Legion to the Legion Commander.

At the other end of the vast field, a leather armor, iron helmet, ring-headed sword, and light cavalry with a bow and crossbow stared at them, making a roundabout arc, and shouted in unison: "It's the cavalry of the Great Qin people, kill!" "Straight this way.......

…….

From the southwestern province of Mesopotamia, the Roman Fourth Legion is still marching in the faint light, a pair of studded sandals walked through the calf-high grass, under the iron helmet with feathers, the face was covered with sweat stains, for the Roman soldiers to march hundreds of miles on foot, it was commonplace and simple, but it continued day and night, and the body would be somewhat extremely burdened, not to mention the armor, shield, spear and bow and crossbow and other personal things.

In the middle of the line, Minougel grabbed the reins and looked into the distance, and there were scouts rushing back from the edge of the line: "Have the cavalry sent out before dawn returned?" ”

Before the scout could speak, however, the trumpeter had already sounded his horn, and a hysterical cry was heard ahead: "Enemy! Array—"The marching ranks turn and react with great speed, and quickly assemble in one direction."

"Cyrius?"

Minougel quickly returned to the middle of the guard, "Let the skirmishers go up first and don't know the buffer zone, the youth army is listed as the first formation, the adult army is the second formation, and the veterans are ......"

Before the order could be fully given, the ground under his feet shook violently, and he stopped his voice, and as far as his eyes could see, in the direction of Ctesiphon, a black line spread up.

The iron hooves churned wildly, bringing up countless grass clippings, mud and dust, and on the galloping horse, Sun Ce picked up the iron spear: "Change formation-"

Like a horizontal iron wall, it gradually converges to form a sharp arrow array.

"Kill!"

The two thousand Jiangdong cavalry roared in unison, leveled their spears, clamped them under their armpits, and behind them were the five thousand Jingzhou foot soldiers who were transferred in, Wei Yan and Huang Zhonger followed, and the Jingzhou lunges with bows and arrows around them pulled the bowstring while running, grabbed the arrows, and looked up to the sky for a moment, and the phoenix mouth knife raised high: "Shoot——"

The rain of arrows rose into the sky and then covered it.

The throwing stragglers who were running on the front line did not have shields, and when the arrow rain fell, the blood splashed in large areas, and the running figures pinched the short spears that had not yet had time to be thrown, and fell screaming while covering the parts of the arrows, and the ones who were not dead writhed painfully on the ground, and the next second, the iron hooves spread in—

"The Cylius—" Minogail stared at this scene with cracking teeth, and shouted anxiously, it was already a marching team, and it still took a certain amount of time to shrink back and forth and line up, and the day and night march had already exhausted most of the soldiers, and their reaction was somewhat sluggish.

The young army who rushed over did not have much combat experience, and was usually used as attrition, and those who survived could be incorporated into the adult army, or those who were highly meritorious joined the veteran ranks, at this time, the top shield and spear rushed to the position where they might be hit by the cavalry, and lined up in formation, but the Cylius cavalry who charged over, turned sharply, bypassed here, and the general of the Celes led by the leader rushed towards the center of the guard where Minogail was located with an iron spear.

A short spear was thrown at him, and he missed with a swing of his spear.

The waving spear head then fell, the tip of the spear made a loud bang, nailed to the shield opposite, pushed the shield and the soldiers behind the shield back, Sun Ce's "I am Jiangdong Sun Bofu-" roared, his arms leaned forward, the squeak twisted, the shield cracked, the tip of the gun pierced, his "ah-" roar, the shield flew into the sky at the same time, the war horse did not stop, directly crossed the other party, the heavy spear smashed the face of the Roman heavy step, and the iron helmet flew out.

Behind him were two thousand Jiangdong cavalrymen, all of whom had followed him in the beginning, and after opening a gap, it was like a flood that burst the embankment, and in an instant, rushed into it in the most savage way.

Boom Boom Boom –

It was the sound of the flesh and blood of people and horses, and it slapped away, the spear passed through the spear, and the body of the defense was knocked down by the sprinting war horse with the shield, and then it was involved in the churning hooves, the stumps were torn out, and some people were stabbed off the horse's back, and the ownerless war horse was still galloping forward, pushing the crowd backwards.

Sun Ce waved an iron spear in front of him: "Enemy general, take orders-"

Swinging his spear and opening the spear, he stood up straight with his body in the stirrups, the head of the spear slanted downward and fiercely pierced into the iron helmet, and the brains burst out of the gap. Under the banner of the eagle, Minegail was still commanding the army to arm, the hasty front was suddenly torn apart, and in the soft light of the early morning, someone was pierced in the head, he turned his head and saw a viscous red and white face looking towards this side, and the man was still laughing.

"Savage Cyrius ......"

When this thought flashed through him, he also knew that he probably couldn't go back.

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