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"What are you waiting for? Have you been frightened by the enemy? Rome's most elite troops, you guys are like this? ”

Seeing that the situation was not right, Apis immediately took the opportunity to snatch the eagle banner from the flag bearer beside him, and strode forward, shouting as he mocked the inaction of the heavy infantry of the legion.

The commander of the empire took the eagle banner in his hand and fought in person, and his bright red cloak was so striking that many Roman soldiers were ashamed to see it.

"You swore in front of the statue of Mars that you would be loyal to Apis, to Rome, and now, I see a frail group of reptiles, cowards who have been frightened before the infantry of the East!"

Klein took the opportunity to fan the flames and inspire the pride and national pride in the hearts of the Roman soldiers.

As he spoke, Klein also drew his sword himself and rushed forward.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Thirteenth Legion were ashamed.

A loud trumpet sounded, and immediately the hesitant Roman veterans were organized. They threw away the tools in their hands, drew their short swords, drew their great shields, and rushed forward angrily, led by the centurion. Fight with Apis at the forefront.

"We are not weak reptiles, we are the bravest warriors of Rome!"

Centurion Naris yelled frantically. All the legion hoplites roared in response to the commander.

The legions were quickly assembled, using stakes and ditches as defensive barriers, and the Roman soldiers stood behind the aqueducts and shot the Parthian soldiers on the opposite side with heavy javelins and light spears. The stakes were overturned by the Parthian infantry one by one, but at the same time as moving the big guys, the Parthian infantry also paid a heavy price, and pieces of Roman heavy javelins were fired from behind the shield walls of the Roman legions, shooting the Parthian infantry who were carrying the anti-horse stakes into meat sauce.

Their blood pooled into the aqueduct dug by the Legion, staining the grass a scarlet color.

Screams came and went, and before they could meet each other, the corpses of the Parthian infantry were already piled up in front of the Roman legions. They were layered on top of each other until they reached the knees.

Then, with the advantage of numbers, the mad Parthians stepped over the pile of corpses, armed with hatches and machetes, and slashed at the shield walls of the Roman legions.

The battle unfolds on this wilderness plain.

Appis himself went into battle, holding the eagle banner in one hand and cutting off the arm of a Parthian soldier with the other, and the soldier's blood spurted out of the severed arm. However, before the Parthian soldier could finish screaming, Apis stabbed him in the chest with another sword, the sharp blade piercing through the skin and muscles, splitting the internal organs, and the blood suddenly spurted out even more violently, spilling Apis's face. Not experiencing the smell of killing for a long time, Apis smelled the thick smell of blood on his body and regained the feeling he had felt back then.

On the vast plain, the massive Parthian infantry was like a black tide pushing forward, and the closer it got to the Roman legions, the denser it became, almost crowding people into a ball. In the densest concentration of soldiers, the Parthian soldiers did not even have room to wave their weapons, they huddled together, but turned into meat targets for the Roman legions.

The Roman legionnaires repeatedly stabbed with almost mechanized movements, twitching their short swords back and forth, piercing the Parthians' belly, and their intestines and blood flowed out, covering the mud beneath their feet.

"Courage and glory!"

In front of the massive enemy army, Apis roared. The golden eagle banner and the large red cloak inspired the legionnaires to fight bravely.

In a battle of blood and tears, the Roman heavy infantry formed a great wall of steel, which stood still under the onslaught of the massive Parthian coalition army.

Teretus was in the rear, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't calm down for a long time. He saw the Roman spirit, the soul of the legions. Seeing the glory of the eagle flag, sprinkled every corner of the motherland. However, he cannot regret it, he cannot retreat, he has no right to retreat, he can only go down this path, even if it is wrong.

"Orodus, why don't we charge and finish off Appis and his remnants with a single sword?"

With tears in his eyes, Teretus confronted the Parthian king.

"No, it's not time yet."

Turning around and seeing the impatient appearance of the little prince of Rome, Oretus, Orodes said slowly. He was observing the situation on the field, and waited until the Roman legions were exhausted before allowing the ironclad cavalry to charge. After all, the Parthian Restoration Army had 100,000 men, while the Roman army had only 10,000.

"Give an order to Maximus, tell the cavalry not to support, and wait until the enemy cavalry attacks, and then attack!"

In the midst of the melee, Appis gave an urgent order to Maximus' Germanic cavalry not to move. Although there was an explanation before the battle, Apis was still worried that Maximus would lead his troops to charge because he saw the critical situation on the field, which would destroy the strategic deployment of the entire campaign.

Crane slashed the arm of one of the Parthian militiamen with a single sword, and then, as the other screamed, another short sword pierced his mouth. Blood splattered all over Crane's face. At some point, his helmet was lost, and layers of blood splattered on it, knotting his hair into piles of bloody scabs.

Then, with another sword, he slashed the cheek of another Parthian infantryman, and the Parthian infantryman, who had been chopped into a bloody blur, fell silently, blood pouring out of the broken cheek.

Overhead, there were arrows and gravel that were constantly skimming. Parthian archers rained arrows behind the army, while the veterans of the Thirteenth and Tenth Legions skillfully raised their shields to fend off the falling arrows.

The battle lasted from morning to noon, and the golden eagle banner had been stained scarlet with blood. However, the legion did not retreat a single step, and held its position, and under its feet, almost entirely the corpses of Parthian infantry, occupied every corner of the lawn and dirt.

"Can't wait, these crazy people, fighting to the death. Command all heavy cavalry, charge. Attack the flanks of the Romans! ”

Seeing that the battle was scorching, Orodus couldn't wait any longer, and when there was no way to choose, he gave the order for the heavy cavalry to attack, and finished the last card in his hand.

And he didn't know that on the other side, the Roman legionary cavalry of Appis was also waiting for this moment.

"Brothers, the time of the decisive battle has come, for the sake of Rome! Follow me, charge! ”

Maximus drew his sword and pointed it at the sky and roared. Behind them, the eager Germanic cavalry suddenly burst into an enthusiastic response. They roared like wild beasts, spears and spears, and along the muddy wetlands, they began to charge, splashing black muddy water.

Two brightly colored heavy cavalry, two sworn enemies on the battlefield, on the flanks of the battlefield, launched a bloody decisive battle...... For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.