"Did I fail?"

At sunset, looking at the bloody corpses all over the field, Antony nervously asked Domitius, the adjutant beside him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With strange eyes and strange expressions, the legion commander Domitius didn't know how to answer himself, the commander of the Roman legion, for a while.

"No, General Mark Antony, you have always been the greatest general in Rome. Although we have lost many soldiers in previous battles, as long as you give another speech to boost morale, I am sure that the soldiers will once again obey their commander and believe in you again, General Mark Anthony. ”

Domitius, who was a little confused by Antony's groundless questioning, replied so firmly. The dry wind of the desert blew, and everywhere there was a strong smell of blood. At this moment, Antony was trapped on a hill high by tens of thousands of Parthian troops, and the water source had been cut off. The expedition to Parthia ended in failure, and although they were close to the Parthian capital for a month, and even besieged it for a month, the Parthians could not be underestimated, and a month later, the Parthian king's nephew, Kertanakos, reinforced the capital with 5,000 light cavalry and 2,000 toasted cavalry (ironclad cavalry), and finally defeated the invincible Antony.

"No, I'm not the greatest general, Caesar is. And, now, I don't give any more speeches, I'm going to break through, I'm going back, my queen is still waiting for my **, damn it, these Orientals, they're blocking my way. ”

Anthony said, spitting a mouthful of bloody spit, and then he took the Gallic cloak handed by the guards and walked to the top of the barracks. To all the sluggish soldiers, he said.

"Soldiers, brothers, our hard days are over, we should not waste our lives and blood on this arid and barren land, we should go back, back to the beautiful city of Alexandria, who wants to rush down with me, go home?"

"Anthony!"

The 20,000 Roman soldiers below were stunned for a moment, and then someone reacted first and shouted loudly. Soon, the tidal wave of shouts spread throughout the barracks. Yes, the soldiers of the expedition to Parthia had endured too long of pain and exhaustion, and more importantly, they did not want to die in this dark and desolate land.

"Then, follow me, rush down, pull out the camp, draw out your sharpest weapons, polish your shields, rush down, we, go home......"

Anthony said blandly.

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On a small hill made of gravel and solid earth, in the light of the setting sun, Roman legions gathered in neat formations and strict military discipline.

"Rush down, before the sun goes down completely, rush with me, rush out!"

Then, in the mood of the hearts of the people, Anthony turned on his horse, grabbed the bloody knight's sword, took the lead, and rushed down. Behind him, thousands of Roman legionary cavalry also followed the commander in the charge.

The horn sounded, and all the cavalry charged down the hillside, like a thin long line, rolling up the loess.

Immediately afterwards, the legionary brigade also began to charge, and the Roman phalanx, which was no longer in a dense formation, collectively charged down the hill and rushed directly to the Parthian camp. For days, they had endured enough of the siege imposed on them by these eastern militias. The Parthians cut off their water sources and left them thirsty to death in the arid highlands. Now, it's time for revenge for all forbearance.

At sunset, Antony's cavalry marched like a golden arrow into the throne in the center of the Parthian camp. The Parthians, who had not prepared beforehand, panicked. They didn't expect Antony to break through so badly at this time, according to common sense, the Romans would first form a phalanx with legionary infantry and then approach slowly, so that the Parthian archers would have enough time to prepare and shoot in formation, but now, Antony, who did not play his cards according to common sense, rushed directly to the camp with his cavalry.

The Parthian archers in the camp only hurriedly fired a round of arrows, and the Roman cavalry rushed in front of them, and the wild horses jumped directly over the fence of their camp, and Antony was like a bloodthirsty beast, holding a sharp knight's sword while charging and slashing left and right, cutting all the Parthian soldiers who stood in their way into meat sauce, and blood flew in front of the Roman legion commander. But the bloodthirsty Antony seemed far from satisfied, licking the blood from his sword, and then slashed his sword at a rushing Parthian infantryman, the tip of which pierced the soldier's cheek. Blood was sprinkled all over Anthony's crotch.

The Parthians were organizing a defense, but 20,000 Roman soldiers with the same hatred had already rushed to the camp. The leading centurion, holding a large shield in one hand and a pickaxe in the other, rushed to the bottom of the fence of the Parthian camp and began to take the lead in digging up the earth and stones under the fence, and more Roman soldiers soon followed their centurions to squat beside the Parthian guardrail, and began to dig frantically for the earth and stones, and the Roman army surrounded the improvised fence, waiting for the soldiers in front to overturn the guardrail. The Parthian infantry in the camp also began to fight back, fighting back with spears and bows and arrows, trying to stop the Romans from destroying their fortifications, but the legion's large shield did a good job of blocking these long-range attacks. Before the Parthian cavalry arrived, it was the best time to break through.

Soon, the veteran and centurion of the vanguard dug less than half a foot into the ground, and then ropes were attached to the sharpened fences, and then several veterans worked together to pull the fences, which were more than half a man high. "Roar, roar, roar." The wooden barracket creaked to the roar of Qi Brush, and then, amid the shouts of the crowd, the Parthian improvised barracks were pulled to the ground by Qi Brush.

A flood of Roman soldiers poured in frantically through several narrow gaps.

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"Queen, I'm afraid Anthony is going to be defeated."

In the makeshift residence of Syria, Cleopatra's minister, Hiponis, gloated, and the smile of the Greek was so sly that the queen was disgusted by the sunshine shining into the room.

"Do you want him to be defeated and die in a foreign country?"

Cleopatra asked, turning her head.

"Isn't it? In that way, Egypt would be completely free from Roman rule. ”

Hipponian responded.

"On the contrary, Hipbonis, you must know that if Antony were to die, he would have an innumerable number of men who wanted his military power and wealth, and these Romans would no longer be as merciful to us as Antony. Antony's current attachment to me, and his policy towards Egypt, could be completely overthrown when the next ruler comes to power. The Romans were a conquering people, and Egypt was like Rome's natural granary, and no ruler on the eastern shore of the Mediterranean would let go of this treasure. Now, I have given you that freedom, but once Anthony is killed in battle, all the privileges we have now may come to an end. So, instead of having such thoughts, you should hope that Anthony will return from the East alive. ”

Cleopatra turned around and reprimanded, and in the red sky of the sunset, there seemed to be the sound of bloody fighting from the collision of countless weapons......