The crowd of people who had saved their will roared and poured into the battlefield of battle.

When countless footsteps roared into the field, the mottled fields cast from the gaps in the woods, reflecting the triumphant smile of Freitensis, "....... O valiant Cyrius...... It's so simple. When the words fell, he raised his hand, and the trumpeter blew the horns.

The battlefield is a game, in the past month, he is familiar with the army of the Eastern Empire, and he does not want to repeat the Crassus who once went on an expedition to the East and died in the Central Asian steppe, the same, although the number of the opponent is not as good as his side, but after all, there is no strong supply in the past, and the supply of troops, too fierce the battle will only make this only legion that set foot on the soil of the Eastern Empire die in a predicament.

After the initial revenge killing of a village, Freitensis was a little remorseful at first, until he learned that the soldiers of the Han Kingdom in the east were not so powerful, except for the worry of not being able to replenish the army, everything became simple under the proud eagle.

"If you don't give up a dead pawn, are the Cylius stupid, or are they too fond of their compatriots?" Freitensis slowly urged his horse out of the ambush forest, and the Roman soldiers under his command were gathering and moving, and they were all in sight, and they began to advance towards the opposite side.

When the wind blew, he turned his face to the herald next to him and whispered, "Kill them all, this is the respect that this resolute Cylius army should have." ”

Woo!

Woo!

Whining!!!

The horn of the order, accompanied by the footsteps of the trumpeter, the roaring footsteps stretched in a neat phalanx for two miles in the field, the footsteps shook the land, and the phalanx on the left and right wings was speeding up under the guidance of the centurion and the standard-bearer, faintly forming a semicircular siege posture.

On the field, above the galloping team, the broken Han flag hunted and displayed, Zhang Yang held a long sword and frowned at the Roman army that was about to form a huge semicircle on the left, gritted his teeth, left the bunker and fence, with the number of people at the moment, he couldn't resist the other party at all, and when Cao Tuo came out with the Han flag, he had thought about what kind of situation he was going to face......

"Don't pay attention to the foot soldiers of the Great Qin, take the opponent's cavalry directly, and rescue General Lian-"

He glanced at the figures that were all over there, turned around without hesitation, pulled his legs and ran forward, roaring in his mouth: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Ignore them! ”

"Kill!"

The sound of killing spread to the sky, and the speed under his feet increased again, widening the distance from the Roman infantry phalanx over there, and at the same time, he quickly approached the chaotic cavalry, and then, with a bang, someone pounced and his body was pierced and hung up, and the tip of the knife in his hand also pierced into the horse's body, and the crowd of people running wildly was still spreading......

"Ahhh

The Han flag was tied to the pile, and Zhang Yang led dozens of personal soldiers to kill Ru in front from the middle, shouting with a split mouth, and the sword blade stabbed past according to the war horse. Countless sword lights and gun shadows on his side, sparks splashed in the morning light, the horse fell, the Roman cavalry quickly got up with a shield, a head taller than Zhang Yang, shouted fiercely, waved a short sword and bumped the shield in his hand, and pounced on it with a roar.

Chop!

With a bang, the long sword was hard connected, Zhang Yanghu's mouth was a little numb, and the Roman soldier slammed forward with the shield, and when he took two steps back, blood splashed on his face, and the soldiers next to him fell from the side to the arm holding the shield, and his hand fell to the ground with the shield.

Zhang Yang: "Ah! With a roar, he took two steps forward, and with a fierce sword, slashed at the neck of the screaming foreign soldier, his head spun up with a painful expression, and the blood gushed wildly, and the corpse fell.

Whew...... He gasped for breath and looked wandering, and when a cavalry came rushing over, his own soldiers stepped forward to stop him, and he shouted: "Lead the general! The Leader Sutra—"

In the chaos of the surging battle, 3,000 foot soldiers rushed into the middle of the 2,000 Roman cavalry to tear a gap, so that the few remaining Black Mountain horsemen who were besieged in the middle could escape, but the people were crowded, the horses were crowded, and the eyes were blocked, and the bodies of people and horses were everywhere. Someone heard the sound of reinforcements and struggled to get closer to the edge, and in the chaotic sea of people, there was also a voice shouting: "....... Get back! Zhang Yang! Take someone back, don't come over, this sin is mine, and it is difficult to forgive sins without death! ”

Covered in blood and carrying the only five personal soldiers, he roared and tears fell.

Outside the daylight, Freitensis narrowed his eyes, glanced at the white clouds in the sky, and made a gesture to form a semi-circle formation, withdrawing his steady steps, and then, the eagle banner spread its wings, and more than 10,000 Roman foot soldiers stepped forward and rushed towards their prey.

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The white clouds are like flocculent, the morning light passes through the clouds, the sparkling water of the Jinhe River below slowly moves from west to east, and the sound of horses' hooves in the distance comes from the southwest.

Stomp Tread Stomp ......

Wow –

The horse's hooves trampled across the earth and leaped into the water, splashing one after another.

One, two, ten, hundred...... The two thousand Xiliang light horsemen followed the figure of dozens of cavalry arches in front of them to wade across the river, led by the white robe and silver armor, holding a tiger head swallowing a heavy spear, riding the horse and turning his face, towards the long dragon who still had dozens of zhang on the opposite bank to the shore seemed to be a pawn, and his voice was loud: "Ling Ming, cross the river quickly!" ”

Three thousand foot soldiers, on horseback in front, Pound carried a truncated broadsword, the head of which was shorter than the ordinary broadsword, but the back of the knife was much thicker, beckoning the soldiers to splice the raft that had already been tied up on the shallow water, and then commanded the foot soldiers to cross the river, he shook his head on the bank: "The lord told the last general before leaving, remember to be impetuous, let the white wolf's people take the lead immediately." ”

"If you come out, you have to listen to me, let you hurry up-"

Under the tiger's head and iron helmet, the handsome appearance frowned slightly, Ma Chao impatiently urged a few words, and then turned around and rode the horse forward, even if he was anxious, he probably wouldn't make the mistake of disconnecting the front team and the back team, just muttered softly: "....... Listen to my father for everything, just don't come out with me. ”

He glanced behind him again, turned his gaze to look in the direction of the northern clouds, and sighed, "It's really slow. ”

In the northeast, thousands of horses mixed with the team from the half-moon trek, finally saw the city outline in the clouds, the knight holding the tiger's long knife galloped to the city gate, at this time the city pass has been martial law, there are few remaining guards holding the bow down, he raised the knife and turned the war horse to the top and shouted: "Gongsun Assassin Shi's general Huaxiong, the city guard will come out to answer." ”

The figure above walked around, and then a city general in armor poked his head out: "At this time, martial law is in the clouds, Uncle Zhang Zhishu General Zhang has a word, the war is endless, the city gate is not open, and the last general does not know the authenticity of General Hua, I can't open the door, if it is reinforcements, you can go straight west for twenty miles, General Zhang and General Qian are fighting with thieves." ”

"It's hard work!"

It is reasonable not to open the city gate, Hua Xiong arched his hand, turned his horse around, and Gao Sheng touched his bald head in the team to meet him: "What? They didn't defend the city? ”

"Twenty miles west of the city."

Gao Sheng slapped the top of his head, spitted a mouthful of saliva with a crooked nose, and scolded: "Damn, I'm stupid enough, and there are people with elm heads than me, I can't beat them, just learn from Pan Wushuang's guy, what kind of egg, the leader's soldiers are not so bad, when the enemy retreats, I have to take the lead and Zhang Yang to take a beat." ”

"Lao Gao, you take the foot soldiers behind, I will take a thousand horsemen to see the situation first, if you can save it, you can save it, if you can't save it, wait for you to come, let's rush together."

After saying this, Hua Xiong didn't wait for Gao Sheng to answer, gestured, picked up his knife and slapped the horse and rushed out, and the only thousand horsemen in the team also galloped up, rolling up dust and smoke.

"Old ...... Don't let anything happen to you. The hard-mouthed, soft-hearted bald man muttered, and then loudly beckoned the footmen behind him to follow.

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On the western battlefield, Zhang Yang's 4,000 foot soldiers still entered the point of collapse in the end.

Throwing spears and arrows flying, when the tall shield arrives, the short soldiers are close to each other, the light short sword keeps falling on the human body, in terms of individual skills, these soldiers from the West are more lethal, Zhang Yang's soldiers resist hard, but the range under their feet is still shrinking, and the Roman soldier squad is led by the centurion, stepping on a corpse to close around.

The people on the outside shouted and resisted, and on the other side, they kept rushing and waving their knives, tearing apart the Roman cavalry that was stirring up the chaos, Zhang Yang's face was covered with blood, dragging a figure sitting on the ground and waving his long sword frantically towards the back, in the chaos he cut down a person, turned around and yelled: "What kind of hero are you, go back!" Come back with me!"

"I hurt my leg and can't walk, you go! You go, leave me alone-"

Drawing Zhao sat on the ground and was dragged by the other party, he cried and fought hard with a short spear that stabbed him, someone rushed over, knocked the foreign soldier away, the broad sword slashed down, slashed on the opponent's chain mail, and pushed the soldier backwards, it was Du Bo Suren who came over, half of his body was stained with blood, a scar on his face crossed half of his face from his forehead, and he couldn't open one eye, he rushed up and pulled up the pull on the ground and carried it on his back, and yelled hideously: "General Zhang opens the way-"

"Good!" Zhang Yang led several people to rush to the front, struggling to intersperse with the east, his voice was already hoarse: "Kill out, notify the surrounding comrades to kill back." ”

The earth under the light of the sky was already full of chaotic figures, and his voice could not be heard too much on the boiling battlefield, and there were only a few hundred people and more than two hundred black mountain horsemen on this side, but they were all injured. While fighting hard to break through, they shouted loudly to attract their companions to come over and form a formation, and rushed outward together, even if there were soldiers who returned in the middle, there were not many, and the companions who were responsible for resisting outside had gradually disappeared from the field of vision and fell, and the blood-red color covered the field of vision, and more Roman auxiliaries and heavy steps approached.

During the fight, someone was silent for a moment and said softly: "Zijing...... Do me a favor. ”

Pull up his head.

Something was handed over, it was a folded cloth, and Zhang Yang chuckled: "....... I asked someone to send it to Fengxian for me. Then, he raised his hand.

"This epistle?" He hesitated, but he still got into his armor, and when he turned his head, on the other side, his arm came down, and the hilt of the sword slammed on his head, his vision suddenly darkened, and he was lying on Su Ren's back in a coma.

Zhang Yang asked someone to move a horse for Su Ren to go up: "Take the general away." ”

"General Zhang...... What about you? ”

"Me?" Zhang Yang patted his abdomen with his hand, his armor was torn, he covered his stomach and shook his head: "I can't go...... I can't go, not to mention that I am not a courtier of Gongsun Zhi, but a general of the Han Dynasty, although I die, I have no regrets! The voice paused, pushed the hesitant figure, and shouted: "Go! Get on the horse—"

Zhang Yang raised his sword and walked forward, more than 1,000 people gathered around to protect more than 200 horsemen in the middle, and then ...... Towards the west of the unclosed front, they launched a charge, and the screaming waves slammed into the big shield, and when the javelin stabbed them, they also exchanged their lives for wounds, stabbing the weapons in their hands into each other's arms and shoulders, and a voice shouted: "Together-"

"Push!"

More than a thousand voices shouted in unison, their heels sank into the mud, someone still had the tip of a gun in his body, his face was twisted in pain, he burned his last strength and roared, squeezing it in one direction together, and in an instant, it was like an angry tide stepping on the ground, and the body and shield and weapon that were squeezing and advancing each other layer upon layer rubbed against each other.

The moment when everyone exerts force in one direction.

A Roman centurion tried to stop, stretched out his hand to drag a wounded and fallen soldier away, holding the shield on top, the next second, the shield was pressed down with a huge force, and the body was pressed under the shield, and in a blink of an eye, hundreds of footsteps with the weight of the human body stepped on it from above, bleeding from the mouth and nose, on both sides of the surrounding side, the Roman soldiers killed, and were pushed away by the crazy figure, dragging out more than ten zhang of blood.

Zhang Yang and the soldiers around him picked up their swords, roared loudly, and smashed into the weaker array on this side, "Let's go!" We're going to have to get here—"

In the middle, the horse team of more than 200 people neighed, Su Ren gritted his teeth and looked at the figure that was staggering and covering his stomach and still fighting, shook the reins, slammed the horse's belly, and said: "Drive!" With a bang, he rushed with the last remaining Black Mountain horseman to a gap where the Roman soldiers had been torn open, and rushed out of the encirclement and rushed to the west.

The Roman chainmail cavalry rushed up from behind, and Zhang Yang held a long sword and said the last words to Cao Tuo, who was still holding the Han flag: "Let's continue!" ”

Subsequently, it was killed by cavalry.

Su Ren glanced back, the broken Han flag fell in the sea of people, and the cavalry of the Great Qin people squeezed out of the formation and chased after them, he shouted: "Don't look back, keep walking!" ”

A javelin flew over, swishing nails to the back of a black mountain rider on the side, the body fell, a centurion untied the heavy throwing gun on his back, raised it in his hand and aimed at another person, in the air, with a whoosh, a black shadow came from the oblique side, hit him in the shoulder, the javelin landed, and his eyes looked at it in surprise.

A puff of smoke and dust came with a roar.

"Thief ......"

The sound of a majestic roar swept through the sky, and the horse's hooves rolled over the crumbs of grass, and the rumbling cavalry slammed into it diagonally.

Under the light of the day, the first man and one horse raised the tiger's mouth long knife like a dream.

"Celeus' Reinforcement ......"

The centurion shouted, pulled out the arrow embedded in his shoulder with one hand, drew his sword and rushed towards the other party, and in the next second, the blade slashed down with a cold glow, and with a loud bang, the huge force pressed the short sword, and stuck to the Roman centurion's breastplate.

Wow –

The heavy blade pulled down violently again, half of its body slashed diagonally, and flew out upside down, and the blood plasma spilled from the air with organs, and Hua Xiong's horizontal knife roared.

Around, the Roman cavalry retreated in fright, frightened.