"Soldiers, do not be afraid, standing in front of you, there is simply a rabble, they are numerous, but they have no fighting power at all, they come from all the peoples and tribes of the East, and there is no unity at all. Brothers, think of the promises you made to the gods before the war, and do not forget our oaths. When autumn comes, we will harvest wheat in the wheat fields, play with our wives and children at home, and do not lose faith and faith! Brothers, Rome will win! ”

The final showdown with Anthony broke out. Six Roman legions and four auxiliaries, led by Appis, climbed over the mountains and finally arrived at Antony's lair in the East. In the plains of Corchia, face off against Antony's last legions. Appis, riding on a tall white warhorse, leaped in front of all the officers and men, and gave his usual impassioned speech, and the six regiments of heavy infantry, like a sea of red, immediately roared like a storm. The sound of weapons and armor crashing shook mountains and rivers.

This overwhelming momentum made young Tretus excited, but Appis and Crassus the Younger had long been accustomed to it, and after giving speeches to their respective legions, and after words of encouragement, they returned to the rear of the legions, on a gently sloping hill, overlooking the entire battlefield.

Ten Roman legions, mighty, spread out in a straight line, with no end in sight.

On the opposite side, there is a mercenary alliance composed of dozens of tribes and kingdoms in the east, and their appearance is like a black tide in the sky, gradually approaching. Then Appis saw their size, which was indeed huge, obscuring almost every meadow in the distance. The green steppes are covered with black crowds.

"Brother, when the battle starts, you and I will lead the cavalry according to the pre-battle plan and surprise Anthony's cavalry from the flank, this time, Anthony can no longer be allowed to escape. Of course, I guess he won't run anymore, because he has nowhere else to run, and further north, there are endless grasslands, unless Anthony wants to be a brute. ”

In the midst of the crowd, Apis stood at the back of the Legion's phalanx and communicated with Crassus Jr. The infantry had been given command to the commanders of the various regiments, with a single mission, to crush the enemy cavalry and outflank Antony's Eastern Infantry Army.

Then, a majestic horn sounded in the sky. Anthony attacked first.

Standing on the hill, Apis could see that his phalanx of Roman legions in front of him had stopped advancing and was ready to hold his position. And Antony's first wave of attack, not his huge infantry group, but the cavalry group of the Sarmats.

These nomadic cavalry of the northern steppes charged in groups, they did not use stirrups, but relied on their innate physical fitness and long-term horseback riding skills to firmly anchor themselves to the back of their horses, and charged with spears and axes in their hands. Appis didn't know how many cavalry Antony had borrowed from the Sarmats, but the barbarian cavalry seemed to be huge in number, and there was no end in sight, and they roared and charged, and the hooves of their horses trampled the earth, raising a cloud of dust, as if a black tide had crashed head-on against the red of the Roman legions.

"Soldiers, hold the line! Throw a spear! ”

The Sarmatian cavalry charged frantically. But their savage charge did not deter the experienced Roman legions. The chief centurion of the various regiments, the field centurions, immediately whistled and gave the order. Immediately, just before the sea of barbarian cavalry approached the phalanx, countless javelins and spears shot out from the battle line of the Roman legions.

In the narrow clearing between the legion phalanx and the barbarian cavalry, for a moment, countless javelins swept across the sky, obscuring the sun's rays.

In the next second, the javelin rain fell, the horse stumbled, the horse neighed, and the rider fell off the horse screaming, but they had no chance of stopping. Immediately, a large number of Sarmats rode their horses, stepped over the corpses of their comrades in the front row, and rushed towards the Roman phalanx of heavy infantry.

"A barbarian is a barbarian......"

Little Crassus stood on the top of the hill, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

Indeed, without stirrups and heavy armor, these steppe cavalry dared to storm the Roman phalanx head-on, and Antony's brain was in the water?

In the duel between cavalry and infantry, the cavalry of the Sarmats plunged headlong into the dense spear formation of the Roman legions, and the Roman infantry in the first three rows used heavy javelins as anti-cavalry tools, holding spears, and in the dense spears, the horses and cavalry were bleeding, their bodies were pierced by sharp spears, and blood and internal organs were splashed out.

And the Roman legionnaires were not spared, many were knocked over by the horses of the barbarian cavalry, knocked down, brutally trampled, and their bodies and armor were crumbled together, and they did not look human. This powerful impact force can even be felt by the soldiers in the back row, they feel the pressure in the front row transmitting down, and under the strong force, they can hardly stand on their feet.

"Steady!"

After the fierce charge, the Sarmatan cavalry could no longer rush, and although the Roman soldiers in the first three rows were almost all scrapped and bleeding, the Roman soldiers in the back row stood there like an iron wall. They were densely populated and crowded, and they had no intention of retreating.

The centurion shouted the order to assemble. Even though each soldier's face was stained with blood, it was full of fortitude and revenge.

Antony had intended to use a wave of steppe cavalry to break down Appis's heavy infantry defenses, but then the Eastern army came one after another and routed the Roman heavy infantry phalanx. But the massive Sarmat cavalry, after the first round of charge, found that things were far from simple. The next moment, the Sarmat cavalry, caught in the phalanx of the Roman legions, could no longer evacuate.

"Attack!"

With the command of Publius, more legion commanders, chief centurions, began to follow. The Roman legionary hoplites poured in from the rear row with all their might, and the gaps were full of human heads, and the Roman soldiers, armed with javelins and sharp swords, surrounded the Sarmat cavalry and assassinated them like slaughtering animals.

Blood splashed everywhere, the commander of the Fourth Legion, Publius, rushed forward, grabbed the saddle with one hand, and pulled the Sarmat cavalry on horseback off the horse, and the Sarmat without stirrups lost their center of gravity and fell, and then, the Roman infantry around them rushed up, one man and one sword, stabbing the originally living body into a hornet's nest, blood and broken internal organs flowing out of the corpse.

"Retreat!"

In the blood mist, only the leader of the barbarian cavalry was heard with a beastly roar, and all the Sarmat cavalry began to restlessly try to withdraw from the battlefield. However, before they could retreat, another loud horn sounded from the sky, it was the attack horn of the Roman legions, taking advantage of the confusion of Appis's legion phalanx, Antony invested all his main forces, and fifteen thousand legion heavy infantry began to advance in small steps, followed by tens of thousands of infantry and militias from the eastern countries.

They are like migrating beasts galloping on the grassland, stepping on messy steps, charging on this vast grassland. The shouts of killing resounded in the sky......