In the north, Anatolia is moving, extinguished flames, black smoke fills the air.

The sunlight pushed away the black, the blood was red and soaked in the soil, the war horse spat blood foaming and its limbs twitched slightly, the two corpses overlapping nearby held weapons and inserted into each other's bodies and died, when a flock of crows pecked at the minced meat on the ground, the corpses lying on the ground moved slightly, a Roman foot soldier staggered to his feet, the arrows stuck in the ground made him almost fall, his face was blind and one eye was closed, and the remaining one eye looked far away, reflecting the eyes, and there were human corpses everywhere in the distance.

The sun shone down, and it was the corpses, the blood left a huge mottled mark on the field, and spread even farther away, he staggered over the broken corpses, leaving deep footprints on the soil under his feet, and dark red blood squeezed out of the dirt.

In the sunlight, in the blurred vision, there were many figures walking, and then someone walked towards him, his tall body, his face stained with blood under his cape, and a round-headed hammer with a height of a man in his hand, and hair, blood, and minced flesh were all stained on it.

Then, the Roman soldier's head was smashed open by a hammer, and the skull was covered with skin and hair. After falling down with a bang, a Ding Ling person hurriedly ran over, smiled innocently, quickly took off the armor on the corpse, and ran towards the east of the battlefield in his arms, not caring about the surrounding corpse mountains and sea of blood, and the eyes that could not be looked at, after all, these things can be exchanged for many things.

What the Northland Wolf King said, they completely believed.

On the other side, in a wide area without blood stains and corpses, only more than two hundred guards and wolf riders were left to rest in place with their wounds, the battle had stopped, and they finally had a chance to breathe, and the surroundings were still noisy, and the sound of fighting was heard from time to time in the distance, and after a while, it disappeared in the golden sky.

The archers and scouts were still chasing and killing the scattered Roman foot soldiers, and some soldiers of the Xianbei, Wuhuan, Huns, and even Parthia, Guishan and other armies on the battlefield were collecting the corpses and secretly taking some valuable things into their arms, and the broken Han army flags on the ground were all put away, and perhaps they could continue to be used after repairing and sewing.

Gongsun Zhi stood on the higher mound with an iron helmet under his armpit, looking at the west in silence, behind him, Jueying hung his head and gnawed on the tender grass that was not much, and several wounds on the front and back legs of the horse were all skin wounds, still bloody and scary. Li Ke took off his armor, bandaged his whole body, wrapped in a thick layer of bandages, and fell asleep with Dian Wei, who directly exposed his upper body and only wore a pair of pants, and the sound of horses' hooves approached in the distance, and he only raised his eyelids with difficulty, glanced at the visitor, and then closed them again.

The fiery horse stopped.

"I heard, you cut off one of Severus's arms?" Lu Bu dismounted and walked over, casually inserted the halberd on the ground, untied the water bag on his waist, poured a mouthful, and threw it at Gongsun Zhi on the side. Last night's big battle made him feel physically exhausted, and now that he is older, he is a little uncomfortable with such a high-intensity fierce battle, and his tone of voice at this time is faintly tired.

"Well, it's a pity that he still let him run away...... Gongsun Zhi took a sip of water, and looked at the battlefield, Zhao Yun led the white wolf cavalry to drive a group of hundreds of Roman soldiers back, and there were also surrendered Romans in other directions were captured, or surrendered, handed over the weapons and armor in their hands, and gathered in the encircled place.

“…… However, at his age, with a broken arm, it is basically impossible to survive. Gongsun Zhi retracted his gaze, returned the water bag to Lu Bu, and walked side by side on the mound with the other party, stopping occasionally, he said: "Whether he dies or not, I must pick the fruit of this victory, and I will pick the largest one." ”

"That's right, my big man, He Zeng didn't move forward after one or two wars." Lu Bu carried his hands behind his back, his tattered cloak stroking in the breeze, he took a breath, raised his hand and clenched his fist, as if grasping the flowing air, "If the Great Qin Emperor dies, the country will definitely be chaotic, take this opportunity to conquer it in one fell swoop, even if you can't take the whole territory, you will swallow half of the country." ”

In the heroic voice, Gongsun stopped looking in the direction he was looking and nodded: "..... yes." ”

The sky was rising, and it was a little harsh.

The whole territory of Anatolia is still in the message of the great battle between the two armies, and the five Arab legions coming from the southeast are entering the battlefield, in the previous battle with the Cylius, they have been deeply impressed by these armies from the east, the combat power is strong, the cavalry comes and goes like the wind, and the goal of the battle is very clear, but for the elite around the Roman emperor, they also have a strong confidence that they can defeat this army.

At that time, the Parthians were not also mainly cavalry, and they fled in panic like a dog under the Roman formation of shields, swords, and spears.

Thirty miles closer to the edge of the battlefield, there were corpses in front of them, which were the corpses of the Romans, but the armor, shields, and weapons on their bodies were gone, and they could only be judged from the calluses on their hands and the strength of their bodies whether they belonged to the regular army or the auxiliary army.

"It should be auxiliaries..... there should be a tight battle ahead." In this way, moving forward, more and more corpses began to appear, and from the direction of the extension of the corpses, not to the extent of density, these dead Roman soldiers did not die in collective combat, it is more likely that they ...... He was killed while on the run.

With the five legions, nearly 60,000 people advanced about fifteen miles from the battlefield, and from a distance there was a hellish scene, a large number of corpses were cut off and piled up into a hill, countless faces were frightened, their mouths were wide open and facing outward, and a broken eagle flag was diagonally planted at the top, but this was not just one, a little farther away, the hills built with human heads were of different sizes, there were dozens of them, which made the back of the neck of tens of thousands of Roman soldiers who rushed to the country cold, and their scalps were tightened.

"Over there! The Celestians—"

There was a voice shouting in the procession, and at the foot of a mountain where human heads had accumulated in the distance, a group of Xianbei people carrying scimitars were cutting off the heads of corpses, and when they heard the sound, the man straightened up with his head, and viscous blood was dripping from the broken neck. In the nearby direction, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and in the sight of these Roman legions, several cavalry rushed towards this side, drawing their bows and arrows........ and colliding like a torrent.

The light of day darkened and rose again at dawn, when the news of the defeat of the Great Qin Emperor Severus on the battlefield spread, and the family caravan that was retreating or hiding lamented the strength of the Western Expeditionary Army and the wolf king, they withdrew their panicked expressions, replaced them with celebratory and excited expressions, and gathered together again, while they were passing towards Anatolia.

Several cavalry units of the Western Expeditionary Army, which had rested for several days, had already swept across the territory of Anatolia and approached Constantine on the other side of the trench, pushing the whole line of the battle.

Thunder will sweep in.

Constantine, an old man named Severus, lost so much blood that he fell into a coma several times, and an atmosphere of depression and panic enveloped everything.