"Brothers, forward!"

After receiving the signal from Apis, Fabius roared and commanded the infantry phalanx of the Ninth Legion to begin to advance towards the bloody battlefield, while the cavalry led by Antony also roared and rushed towards the battlefield of the Tenth Legion. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Soldiers roared, horses neighed, and trumpets sounded.

The ambush war became the ambushed war. The reason why Appis chose this dense forest site as the place to join Antony was to make it easier for Antony's large army to hide in the woods, and at this moment, this camouflage and concealment was vividly reflected, although Antony's Roman army was not good at fighting and hiding in the forest, but Rabienus's army was also a Roman legion, and it was also not good at spotting the army in the jungle. Not even better at jungle warfare.

"Charge with me and stay in formation!"

Antony, on his horse, took the lead, roaring and rushing towards Pompey's legions, which were besieging Appis.

In the outer circle of Sextus's army, the morale of the Spanish mercenaries on the outer layer collapsed instantly, and the Gallic cavalry swooped down from the hillside like a bloodthirsty beast, and with the help of the terrain, they strongly crushed the local Spanish barbarian infantry on the outside.

Those flesh and blood bodies were slammed, crushed, with terrifying crashes, stampede, a large amount of blood, broken internal organs were squeezed out, and barbarian soldiers who were knocked into the air could be seen everywhere. Some of the Spanish mercenaries who were not rammed by their horses were impaled with their spears by the cavalry in the high-speed sprint. Riding on his fine Mirsola horse, Antony ran past the two Spanish infantrymen in his way, and then used his fine knight's sword to cut off the arm of one of the local barbarian mercenaries in the horse's charging path. Splashing arms with fresh blood spurred the bloodthirsty Roman cavalry commander.

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"General, we are surrounded by legions of unknown origin."

Antony's Gallic cavalry constantly assaulted the outlying corps of the Sexterian legion, and the auxiliary corps continued to attrition, even causing panic among the main corps. In a panic, the guards ran to Sextus to report it, and it was only then that Sextus remembered Rabienus's warning. But it was too late. A large number of auxiliary legions are scattered in all directions like a bunch of stupid pigs.

"Order the Seventh and Eighth Brigades to withdraw and form a shield wall to resist the onslaught of the cavalry on the periphery."

On the battlefield full of blood and mist, Sextus gave a temporary order. It must be said that in the current situation, this is a sensible command decision. But there is no way to save the situation. Even Sextus himself knew that this must be Antony's large army, and the only possibility that such a strong cavalry unit could appear in the Spanish region was the Gallic cavalry that Antony brought from the north.

In this way, Antony's four legions surrounded the three legions of Rabienus and Sextus, and the three legions of Sextus surrounded and squeezed half of Appis's legions.

As long as Appis held out for a little longer, the four legions on the periphery were about to completely encircle Sextus's legions.

But the capture of Rabienus does not seem to have weakened the encirclement of the 10th Army of Apis by Pompey's army. The soldiers in the front row squeezed the infantry of the 10th Regiment of Appis with large shields, and the light infantry in the back row kept throwing light spears into the interior of the circular position, wounding the wounded of the 10th Regiment who were wounded and carried into the inner circle.

Blood flowed like a long river, spilling all over the battlefield.

"Forward!"

Fabius continued to yell. Behind him, thousands of Caesar's legion infantry completed a magnificent encirclement of Rabienus's army.

Antony's cavalry withdrew, and from between the gaps in the infantry phalanx, a large number of Roman legionary light infantry armed with light javelins and fur hats appeared.

They stood in front of the phalanx and threw light spears at Pompey's coalition, while the Balearic slingers swung their belts and threw special stone projectiles. Before the Legion officially launched its attack, countless hunting spears and flying stone projectiles appeared in the air.

The people who were hit were splashed with blood and screamed. With the exception of the tortoiseshell formation formed by the two brigades of Sextus who blocked this round of projection attacks, most of the soldiers in the front row were smashed into pulp. They lay on the ground like a morgue.

Antony's phalanx of infantry then squeezed towards Sextus' two battalions.

With a roar, the sound of the clash of shields sounded, and the two armies began a brutal confrontation.

As in the previous scene, both sides have the same equipment and the same tactics. The infantry approached each other and began to assassinate. On the entire front, there is this kind of bloody fighting. So much so that in less than a moment, on the front where the two sides had fought, there was an extra row of bloody corpses!

The soldiers in the back row stepped on the corpses of their dead comrades in the front row, took their place, and continued to fight. The number of dead people continued to increase, and on the narrow front, corpses were piled up again and again. On the front where the two armies were fighting, the soldiers fought almost on the corpses of their comrades, and every step was blood, broken limbs and internal organs.

However, the total encirclement of Pompey's legion by Antony's troops meant that every Pompey legion soldier had to face attacks from all sides, while Antony's soldiers only had to move forward together, surrounded by comrades, and had no need to worry about attacks from the flanks and rear. This is the difference between being surrounded and being surrounded, even if the number of soldiers on both sides is actually the same.

The drums resounded inside the Tenth Legion, and the veterans of the Legion, who had fought so much, began to lose their strength, but they also ushered in the moment of final victory.

A large number of Pompey's armies were crumbling, and they surrendered before the Gallic legions could reach in. But many more surrenderers were killed by mistake, by mistake. Because they stood in the middle of the crowd, Antony's legionnaires had no time to distinguish between those who were sworn to resist and those who were intent on surrendering.

And when the golden eagle banner appeared in the blood-colored haze, Appis knew that the battle had come to an end.

"Rabienus, accept your fate, the brothers of the Tenth Legion are still looking forward to your return. After all, we fought the barbarians together. Enjoyed the cheapest drinks and wheat bran with mud in the past. ”

Looking at the fleeing army of Pompey, Apis turned and spoke to Rabienus sincerely. However, Rabbi Enus does not seem to have any intention of giving in. He sat there, the wound on his thigh refused to even be bandaged. Perhaps it was more glorious for him to die on the battlefield than to be a prisoner and to see Caesar. (To be continued.) )