A black steppe army swarmed like a current, shouting and charging, and the scattered flints from the Roman legion's ballista fell from the sky, and Appis knew that the time had come to outflank. Without superfluous orders, Crassus the Younger and Apis rode out, and the two lines of cavalry scattered from the hills behind the battlefield, and then, like two thin lines running on the steppe, galloped along the flanks of the legion.

"It's Appis' cavalry!"

"Damn, what does he want to do?"

"There is no doubt that he wants to outflank us!"

As soon as Appis's cavalry appeared on the flanks of the battlefield, it attracted the attention of the cavalry of Antony's legion, which was small in number, but the Roman cavalry that had followed Antony from Alexandria to the present day. Anthony rushed with the main army, and also kept a hand for himself, that is, he was worried that Apis would outflank him with cavalry.

Now, 2,000 Roman legionnaires rushed out in the direction of the Germanic cavalry of Appis.

The huge phalanx fought in the center, and the two cavalry were like thin long lines, lined up, and the opposing cavalry rushed together.

"Do not be afraid, Rome will prevail!"

Stepping on the stirrups, Apis roared with all his might. The Imperial Commander led the charge himself, and the morale of all the legions cavalry was high, and their blood boiled, like a red heat wave, crashing head-on into Antony's Roman cavalry.

The galloping hooves of the horses, the neighing horses, the staggered figures, the spears and spears were broken in the fierce collision, and hundreds of riders fell off their horses in the screams. Their bodies were pierced with spears, and some were directly pierced in the cheeks. Killed on the spot.

Even more tragic than the infantry battle was that after the cavalry charged, many of the cavalry who had fallen from their horses were trampled by the horses that followed behind. Some of them just got up, and they were hit by the war horses, and they flew far away and then fell. The armor and flesh on his body have long been glued together, becoming an indescribable pile of scrap iron and rotten flesh......

When the cavalry lost the inertia of charging, the two armies were like a nest of porridge huddled together and killed.

The shouts of killing were endless.

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"Steady! Kill all these beasts! ”

On the Legion Infantry front, Antony's mercenaries were very large, and they were like black mudslides, and a large number of eastern infantry were constantly diverted to the two wings, putting great pressure on the legions on both flanks of Appis. The centurion shouted with all his might, stabilizing the morale of the army.

In the feast of blood, the red-eyed Crane simply threw away his shield, holding a short sword in one hand and a sharp axe in the other, and frantically swung the enemy in front of him. The Eastern infantry in front of him raised his round shield to block, only to hear a crisp blow coming from the shield, and then, Crane's short sword took advantage of the situation to stab from the ribs, piercing the abdomen of the Eastern infantryman, the sharp sword pierced the belly, through the internal organs, and through the back, with scarlet blood and broken internal organs on the tip of the sword.

Then, the Chief Centurion pushed the dying Eastern militia to the ground, stepped on his chest, and brutally pulled out the dagger. The Oriental infantryman lay on the ground, convulsing and bleeding.

Behind him, war songs arose. The horn of the attack sounded constantly. Inspired the legion to fight bloodily.

In the center of the battle line, where the soldiers were most densely populated, Antony led the last of his elite to fight with Appis's heavy infantry legions.

Antony himself became a bloodthirsty beast, holding a heavy axe, which he cut off the arm of a Roman soldier, then kicked the soldier to the ground and slashed him in the face with another axe. Soon, the corpse was a pile of rotten flesh lying on the ground. Blood mixed with disgusting fluid slowly flowed out.

"Hold on, the gods are with us, soldiers!"

Publius blood-stained armor roared loudly.

Unexpectedly, one of Antony's legionnaires took advantage of the chaotic crowd and stabbed his short sword into his side, and the Roman legionnaire immediately screamed and fell to his knees in pain, and then the legionnaires next to him immediately counterattacked, knocking the Antony legionnaire to the ground and stabbing him in the chest and face with his short sword.

Blood flowed across the grassland, flooding almost the entire battlefield, and the meadow was no longer green, but stained with a terrifying layer of scarlet......

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"For Rome! Follow me on the charge! ”

On the infantry front, fighting was all over the place, and on the cavalry battlefield, Appis had broken through Antony's blockade and led the loyal Germanic cavalry guards to gallop on the flank, and then, the Gallic cavalry of Crassus the Younger also rushed to the rear of Antony's infantry phalanx. The two cavalry joined forces in one place.

"Now, let's go to victory, we are undefeated lions!"

Dressed in military uniform, Appis shouted, roaring to encourage the fearless charge of the legionary cavalry, like a roaring lion on the steppe.

The red wave swept over the rear of Antony's infantry phalanx with a stormy wave.

Ahead, Appis's heavy infantry fought intensively, and Antony, with all his might, failed to break through. In the rear, the Germanic cavalry and Gallic cavalry of Appis were already swarming. Ten thousand horses galloped, dust was flying, and the waves were roaring, as if the earth was trembling. The next moment, the infantry brigade in Anthony's rear was overwhelmed and harvested like an autumn wheat field.

The Roman legionary cavalry brigade consisting of Germanic cavalry and Gallic cavalry crushed all the way, and Antony's eastern mercenaries no longer wanted to fight. Under the bloodthirsty slaughter and charging of the Germanic cavalry, it crumbled and its morale collapsed. The sound of wailing sounded in the rear of the battlefield.

Little Crassus rode the tall "Black Whirlwind", and with the powerful power and inertia of the warhorse charge, he slashed the arm of the mountain archer in front of him with a sword, and then, before the archer could react, another Gallic heavy cavalry had already knocked it away, and its broken body was thrown into the air, and then it fell heavily, raising a faint blood mist.

The cavalry charge loosened the infantry line, and many highland mercenaries began to flee. They discarded their weapons and shields to lighten their loads, and ran without discipline and without a bottom line. It's almost streaking.

The heavy infantry corps on the two flanks of Appis took advantage of the situation to pursue the past, and under the command of the corps commander, they carried out a large encirclement of Antony's main army.

The whole battlefield is like a huge pocket closed.

Appis's Germanic cavalry, the Gallic cavalry, withdrew soon after the first charge, followed by the second. In the neighing of the war horses, the blood was sparkling, countless mercenaries were cut off their heads and severed arms, their corpses were repeatedly trampled by the war horses, tens of thousands of Antony's mercenaries and Roman legions were surrounded in this huge pocket, constantly slaughtered, screaming like a lament of hell, blood and water gathered into a river, and corpses were piled up......