"Damn, let's bleed here as meat targets, but they are watching the show at the back break, this is the Roman legions!"

The Parthians rained arrows one after another, and the auxiliary legions on the front line withstood the pressure and maintained the battle line, but there were complaints in the crowd. Even veterans who had served in the legion for more than ten years began to complain, what kind of tactic is Apilis, do you sacrifice them?

"Don't complain, Alix, no one forced you to come here, you're here for that double paycheck, if not, are you willing to take that risk?"

The centurion's complaint could no longer be tolerated, and he turned to stare at the Gallic veteran, and said fiercely.

Suddenly, no one in the phalanx dared to complain anymore. Indeed, Apis told them before the war that it would be the most dangerous to attract the enemy at the front line, but Apis also promised that those who went to the front line today would be rewarded with double salaries, which would be paid immediately after the battle. The soldiers came voluntarily.

Outside the shield wall, the rain of arrows was still pounding, but it was weakening. Because the Parthians were also damaged, in a few Roman hours, thousands of heavy javelins and artillery were fired by the heavy weapons of the Roman legions, and almost every shot could hit the enemy, and this casualty accumulation was also huge.

As the rain of arrows on the opposite side waned, a sense of unease began to spread among the auxiliary legions, and the auxiliary legionnaires who had fought against the Parthians knew that once the Parthians had weakened, it would be time for their heavy cavalry to attack. The toasted cavalry was the best hoplite of this era, they were covered with iron armor, even the horses were covered with thick armor, and the power of the charge was amazing, and with the use of stirrups, the charge of the Parthian ironclad cavalry would be a deadly move.

"Mars, god of war, I pray to you to give me courage and strength to fight bravely under the iron heel of the enemy......"

Several soldiers of the Auxiliary Regiment began to pray. There was an uneasy smell in the air. From a long distance, the infantry of the auxiliary legion also seemed to be faintly able to hear the breathing of the horses and the sound of the horses' hooves trampling the sand.

"Soldiers, fear is your worst enemy. Think about your future, just a few more years of service, and you will be able to get Roman citizenship. Fight for a better future! ”

The centurions began to use their status and money to motivate the soldiers of the auxiliary legions to fight and stand their ground.

Immediately, a majestic horn sounded, and war drums rang out in unison. The Parthian heavy ironclad cavalry began to charge.

It's like a vast river churning and rushing to the face. The soldiers of the Roman Auxiliary Legion looked at the scene in horror. The spears and javelins in their hands were pinched even tighter. The next moment, they were about to face the most dangerous moment in their lives, either to stop the pace of the war horse's charge, or to let the ironclad war horse run over them.

Of course, their ultimate goal was not to defeat these ironclad cavalry on their own, but to feign defeat and lead these Parthian cavalry to the land of death covered with thistles.

"Woo woo woo ......"

A long horn sounded, and under the golden sun, the Parthian heavy cavalry, covered in iron armor, rushed to the line formed by the Roman auxiliary legions. The next moment, the seemingly impregnable defensive line of the Roman legions collapsed like a dam that had been breached by a flood. Many of the soldiers of the Auxiliary Legion did not even have time to scream before they were knocked out by the Parthian heavy cavalry in iron-scale armor, and were brutally and bloodily trampled.

At the scene, the wails were continuous. Soldiers with bloody faces fled in all directions. Either they threw away their weapons and shields and ran barefoot. Throughout the front, Sulena's heavy cavalry swept into the crowd of the Roman Auxiliary Legions, and the silver-white waves rolled over the light infantry of many of the Auxiliary Legions. Many of the light infantry of the auxiliary legion were pierced through the body by the spears of the Parthian cavalry before they even had time to counterattack, and some soldiers, pierced and provoked by the spears of the Parthian heavy cavalry, dragged on the ground for a long distance before stopping, leaving a long blood belt behind them!

Under the fierce attack, the soldiers of the Syrian Auxiliary Regiment and the Gallic Auxiliary Regiment began to flee all the way, frantically fleeing...... However, they abandoned their shields and javelin spears, and carried in their arms the most important and deadly thing - thistles. In the pre-battle assignment assigned by Appis, the soldiers of each auxiliary legion had to carry three thistles. So, a large number of infantry of the auxiliary regiment retreated, and on one side, these sharp little thorns were sprinkled on the sand.

The light infantry of the auxiliary legion retreated, and the number of thistles on the ground also increased in pieces, but under the rolling yellow sand, if you didn't look carefully, the cavalry couldn't see these small things on the ground at all.

In the rear, the Parthian cavalry was already red-eyed, and their spears had been inserted into the bodies of the Roman soldiers during the first round of charge, either broken or left in the bodies of the Roman auxiliary legionnaires. Without spears and spears, these red and white Parthian cavalrymen drew their swords and hammers under their saddles, and slaughtered the Roman soldiers along the way bloodthirsty like barbarians.

The white tide was rolling and surging, chasing the rout of the Roman legions, and the whole land was dusty.

But while the Parthian cavalry was in pursuit, the horses ran wildly without being commanded, and they trampled over the spiky sand, neighing in pain. The thistle terrestris pierced into the horse's hooves, and no matter how well-trained the horse was, it could not bear the pain, and either the horse fell off its front hooves, or the rider on the horse's back fell hard.

Some riders were thrown a long way by inertia and were lucky. Some of the riders were caught in the stirrups and could not dismount when they fell, and were dragged all the way by the frenzied warhorses, and the thistles stabbed their bodies into flesh like this...... Blood covered the earth. The Parthian hoplites, who had just been excited, became the prey of panic at this moment, and they turned around and wanted to withdraw from the battlefield. But it's too late.

Appis was in the backfield, ordering all the archers and slingers to start throwing a rain of arrows and barrages.

An overwhelming barrage of arrows and projectiles fell, like a late-summer storm, sweeping away the dying Parthian heavy cavalry.

Many Parthian riders were shot in the body by arrows, and the iron armor was still able to protect some of the arrows, but the gravel could not resist it, and their helmets were struck by stones, and from the iron helmets, scarlet blood splashed......

"Now, attack!"

Standing in the backfield, seeing the battle situation in front of him clearly, Appis gave the order for a general attack. All of a sudden, tens of thousands of Roman hoplites roared out of the battle line and struck the Parthian riders who were struggling in the trap like a stormy wave......