The blood of the soldiers whose necks had been severed gushed out, and Crane was already covered in dripping blood, the warm blood became cold, and finally clots of blood stuck to the armor, and everyone was like this, the battle for this high ground had turned the soldiers on both sides into demons.

Another of Domitius's infantrymen rushed up and was dodged by Crane with a flick, and then a blood-colored sword plunged into the soldier's abdomen, the tip of which pierced through the soldier's broad back, still stained with shattered entrails. Then, the dead soldier was trampled under Klein's feet, and the short sword that had been pierced into his body was drawn. A stream of blood spurted out of the corpse.

A Roman time later, Klein and his Gallic legion, 3,000 men, occupied the heights. However, barely having time to rest, Antony's other corps, divided into several waves, again launched an assault on the heights......

Looking down from the heights, the crowd surged up like black ants. The archers of the auxiliary legions climbed the heights, however, their shots were not ideal for the hoplite Roman infantry, and there were too many enemies......

"Brothers, fight to the end! For Rome! ”

In the face of the menacing Roman army and the Eastern militia, Crane raised his short sword and roared.

Then, a dense rain of javelins fell, and Anthony's Fifth Corps, which was climbing the high ground, suffered heavy casualties, but still charged upwards like crazy. This was the order of their commander-in-chief, Mark Antony, to take the high ground at all costs.

Beside him, there is a vast and boundless plain, on which tens of thousands of people fight and fight, the scene is spectacular and cruel. In front of him were enemy soldiers who were constantly rushing up. The brutality of this battle is beyond anyone's imagination.

Although Appis also sent reinforcements, Antony's men rushed up.

The Roman centurion, who took the lead in rushing to the high ground, was shot through the head with a javelin by Crane's soldiers, and fell without a word with a torrent of blood. And the flag officer next to him was even more with several javelins in his body, supporting his body by his will to protect the military flag.

It wasn't until the soldiers followed behind to take over the flag that the flag bearer closed his tired eyes.

In the flowing blood water, on the small high ground, the sound of fighting again was everywhere.

And the frontal battlefield below the high ground is also in a stalemate. The crowds of people on both sides crowded together, swords and swords, shouts of killing resounded through the field, eagles hovered above, and the sky changed color. On a battle line that stretched for several miles, the sound of swords and shields clashing was everywhere.

And a few miles away, the cavalry of the two sides also launched a bloody duel.

Appis himself led the charge of the Germanic cavalry, and Antony also led his own cavalry force to charge.

It was like two rushing waves crashing against each other from the field, the horses' hooves trampling the earth, leaving a cloud of dust behind the cavalry, and then, at the moment when the two horsemen charged head-on, countless riders screamed and fell to the ground as they were hit by their spears or mounts.

Countless staggered figures swept by, and the fallen horses neighed in pain, their blood and the blood of the cavalry watered the land.

"Go out with this shield and defeat your enemies, or else come back from lying on this shield."

One of the Roman legionnaires remembered his mother's advice before the expedition, plucked up his courage, and stabbed another cavalryman who was charging at him with his spear. A fearless charge, the cavalry spear with the inertial power of a war horse charge, pierced the chest of the oncoming cavalry. Then the spear rattled loudly and snapped inside the horseman's body.

The war horse rushed through his body, flesh and blood blurred.

"Appis! You bastard, come out for a decisive battle, don't hide behind your people, jump up and down like a clown. Appis, come out to duel! ”

Anthony let out a loud shout, clamped his horse, and continued to charge. On the dusty battlefield, he had only one goal, and that was Appis, the commander-in-chief of the Gallic legions. As Cicero described, Anthony was a beast, a black bear, and his body was stronger than the strongest sword slave in the Colosseum. At this moment, the commander-in-chief of Alexander's legion was fighting bloodthirstily, and the cavalry of the Roman legion that died under his sword had reached more than a dozen people.

However, Apis never appeared, and the commander-in-chief of the Gallic Legion, Apis, used the Germanic cavalry and the Gallic cavalry to alternate attacks to cover his tracks. On the battlefield, the courage of the commander is important, it can boost the morale of the legion, but it is more important for the commander to live, otherwise, the legion will be leaderless and in a very dangerous situation.

After a fierce cavalry battle, Anthony had no choice but to return in vain, and although he was very brave in his individual fight, he could not kill them all by himself. After killing more than two dozen Gallic cavalry of Appis, the commander-in-chief of the great Alexander's legion was also out of breath. The knife wound on his shoulder made him bleed profusely, so he had to withdraw first.

At sunset, both sides withdrew due to excessive physical exertion.

Since neither side could find an effective breakthrough point, the battle came to an end after tens of thousands of casualties. Antony and Appis each returned to the camp with their own armies to recuperate. Treat the wounded, replenish food and water, and regain your strength to prepare for tomorrow's battle. The small heights on the west side of the battlefield were occupied by Anthony's Fifth Army. The soldiers even built fortifications overnight on uneven heights.

"We have to change our tactics, Appis, this is not the way to fight Anthony, our legion cannot withstand such attrition, and the follow-up supplies are not as abundant as theirs. Antony could mobilize a large number of mercenaries from the East, and Egypt provided him with a steady stream of food, grass and money, but we had nothing, and the citizen soldiers of Gaul could recruit almost everything, and the only ones left were barbarian soldiers, but their discipline was a mess, you know. Moreover, our supplies were not as smooth as Antony's, and the grain and grass from all over Gaul had to be transported overland, and only two-thirds of the initial ration was brought to Italy. A third of the grain and grass was consumed on the road. In the long run, we are bound to fail. ”

During the night, in the tent, Maximus, the general of the department, expressed his deep concern to Appis.

"I know what you're saying, but Maximus, do you have a better way? You also know the battle during the day, the huge battlefield, the high ground we cannot take, the cavalry battle is not superior, Antony's army is numerous, the line is spread, and the length of the battle line, we have no advantage. Clips cannot be formed. ”

And Appis also told everyone about his helplessness and exhaustion......