The sound of shouts and horses' hooves rattled the eardrums.

"The rebels of the Great Qin people? What did Pan Wushuang's new army do? Gongsun Zhile stopped fighting and tilted his head, his expression was a little surprised, and when he saw Lu Bu nodding affirmatively, his eyes looked at the dozens of horsemen chasing and fighting on the opposite side.

The Roman cavalry with spears, shields or swords in the field roared and shouted, and engaged in a small battle with dozens of guards and wolf riders, forming a circle. A Roman knight rushed to the side and threw the javelin in his hand, the gold and iron resonated, and the wolf rider who caught up behind cut it off with a knife, and the fast horse caught up with the parallel moment, and rushed out with the blade of the other hand, and the arc of the blade directly cut off the opponent's arm, "Ah! The Roman knight screamed as he was stabbed again by a wolf rider of the guards who rushed from the other side, wiping his neck.

The death of Cesarus, and the sudden battle, the Roman army not far away quickly advanced here, Zhang Fei was half stained with blood, the knotted muscles supported the cloak, the armor was swollen and cracked, a spear picked people up to the sky, and the horse tilted his head: "Little doll, come to me!" As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Dimatt in front of him, and on the left and right, three Roman cavalrymen pounced on him.

"Get out—"

The black man turned his face, the tiger's whiskers were furious, and the loud shout exploded like thunder in people's ears, and one of the two cavalrymen rushing on the right suddenly turned blue, and his body shook with it, staring ahead and falling off his horse. The other horse rushed to the front, and at the same time as swinging the sword, the thick snake spear pierced the cavalryman's breastplate with a pop, and with a fierce force with one arm, the black cloak was rolled, and Zhang Fei hugged the little boy, "Ah! Ahhhh

The Law of Sighs –

The horse let out a mournful roar, and the third Roman cavalry who rushed close fell to the ground with the horse on its side, and when the horse's hooves kicked and struggled, Zhang Feile turned his horse's head and accelerated his sprint towards the side of the formation.

Gongsun Zhi withdrew his gaze from there and turned his horse's head: "Li Ke, notify the two formations of Xianbei and Xiongnu, and immediately evacuate left and right." The voice fell, and the jade chasing horse over there also galloped forward, and the black man threw the little boy in his arms out, Gongsun Zhi stretched out his hand to hug it, and shouted in the belly of the horse: "Let the fighting cavalry withdraw, let the way out——"

The wolf howl sounded in the array, Li Ke rushed back, waved at some cavalrymen who were still stunned, and shouted: "Look at what, let's go!" ”

The cavalry phalanx, which stretched for two miles, turned quickly in the order sent back, and the bow wolf riders wandering around were also slowly gathered under the leadership of Hua Xiong at this time and began to withdraw from the state of safari. At this moment, the atmosphere became confusing, and in the 70,000 Roman army that was slowly advancing, Severus's face and neck were full of beads of sweat, physically and mentally exhausted, and when he heard the news that Cesarius was killed in front of him, he did not have a trace of expression, and the generals on both sides bowed their heads slightly.

"The matter of blackmailing a child is over, and Cesarius always died for my victory in Rome, but this way of death makes me feel ashamed, and I feel that the glory of Rome is stained."

At this time, the sun was gradually setting in the west, and the dim light was red, and the old man looked up at the sky, and asked the flag bearer to take over the position of commander of the Praetorian Legion, "The herald continues to move forward and join the Patia Legion to the north." The Cylius are not tired, their horses should be tired, I don't believe they can fight me any longer, and in a few days the Arab legions in the south should be reinforced. ”

As he spoke, he seemed to realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and someone on horseback ran over in the distance, and Severus waved back the guards who had stopped him, letting the man approach: "What's the matter?" Faintly, he seemed to hear the sound of horses' hooves moving away.

"Your Majesty, the cavalry of the Celeius suddenly withdrew to the left and right, making way for a passage."

Around, several legion commanders showed surprise on their faces, but they didn't dare to express their opinions at will. The old man let the soldier go down, his brows furrowed: "What does the commander want to do?" Could it be that they were not defeated by the Parthian legions, so they retreated? ”

Beyond here, the vision is cast to the northern wilderness, when the Xianbei and Xiongnu large-scale mobilization turned, the number of the three remaining Parthian legions was less than 20,000, and the soldiers ran forward vigorously, some threw away the big shields in their hands, and looked back from time to time, and the layers were full of people running. Behind them, a huge torrent swept more routs to form a big wave, chasing behind, and those who ran slowly were swallowed up and wrapped in a blink of an eye, almost drowning everything in a frenzy.

When the cavalry retreated to make way for a wide road, the sound of dense footsteps filled people's eardrums, and the Roman army formation formed a circular array directly opposite, and many soldiers saw the outline of the huge wave from the gap between the shields, and some people stopped in amazement, and the companions behind crashed into him and made a sound: "Keep walking!" "Look ahead......" the soldier's voice trembled in response.

Countless eyes looked through the gaps and over their heads at a terrifying scene.

The wind brought the sound of countless footsteps shaking the ground, and a wave of rage came, and in an indescribable moment of silence, someone shouted hysterically: "Route! Resist—" The rumbling footsteps became clearer and more deafening, and the shouting was muffled for a moment.

Severus was riding on horseback, his gaze was slightly higher, and he also saw countless chaotic figures, his head was buzzing, his body was shaking weakly at this moment, his cloudy eyes were bloodshot, he knew what it meant, but there were no angry words, just red eyes, quietly looking into the distance, and the spread sea of people pushed towards his royal flag.

On the right side, Gongsun Zhi handed over the son in his arms to a wolf rider to take care of, looked into the child's eyes, touched his hair, and then unfurled his cloak, turned his horse, and drew his knife: "The time has come, everyone is ready-"

Over there, a surging sea of people pounced.

……..

"It's over." Severus whispered as he moved his parched lips, closing his eyes almost tiredly.

……..

Boom –

The crowd of people who ran wildly collided with one shield after another, and were stabbed to death by the javelin and nailed through, and there were more figures behind them rushing up frantically, pushing the corpse hanging with the javelin and hitting it, the flesh and blood were squeezed against the shield, and the Roman soldiers who wanted to run into the array shouted to the opposite side, and the next second, the thin javelin pierced through the back of the neck, and when it was pulled out, the crooked corpse was violently pushed up, pressed against the shield on the opposite side, and a Chinese pawn in the rear pushed away the head of the corpse that was in the way, and slashed down according to the head of the enemy on the opposite side.

On the front line, thousands of swords and swords swung and slashed, blood and stumps burst and splashed, and the miserable screams of holding the broken arm extended across the entire front line of the battle, and the sea of people swept across every part of the array, and the deadly dancing weapons smashed, all the sound of soldiers and soldiers.

Pan Feng squeezed in the crowd with a horned helmet, the war horse was stabbed to death by someone in the previous impact, and there were people all around, including Daqin people, Wuhuan people, and many Han soldiers, at the moment of the battle, they ran past him like crazy, and some directly brandished their weapons and slashed at him.

But none of that matters.

"After this battle, I'm afraid that my old Pan will be made a marquis......"