"Don't break and flee, we have no way back, hold on and fight with me!"

Surrounded on all sides, Anthony raised his sword and shouted, even though he also knew that his defeat was assured. But a warrior can be destroyed, but he can never be defeated. He couldn't see Apis' sneering face on him. He would rather die in battle and be stabbed to death by ten thousand swords than be ridiculed and ridiculed. He will die proudly, like a true warrior, with his head held up, facing death.

The loyal Roman soldiers around him were so impressed by Antony that they followed him for many years, from Gaul to Rome, from Italy to Alexandria, and from Alexandria to Greece. They were Anthony's closest companions, and now, when the general was killed, they swore to defend Anthony's dignity to the death.

The fighting entered a fever pitch, with a sharp increase in the number of dead and wounded. The battle, which took place in the steppes south of Corchia, turned into a massacre.

Those Eastern militias, mercenaries, who are surrounded in the middle, have no way to escape. Even if they wanted to surrender, they didn't have a chance, and killing the red-eyed Roman soldiers was like an efficient slaughtering machine. One by one, the enemy soldiers fell, the encirclement was shrinking, the corpses were piling up, the real blood was flowing like a river, and the soldiers continued to advance on the thick water of blood. Disemboweling the panicked mercenary infantry.

"Damn it, it's coming, come on! I, Anthony, will not fear anyone, any beast! ”

In the middle of the battlefield, Anthony of the Trapped Beast Fight roared angrily. He was like a roaring lion, stronger than a sword slave, and when no one approached, he split the great shield of the Roman soldiers with an axe, and even the warriors of the Germanic forest feared him for three points. A Gallic soldier was captured by him, and Antony slit the throat of the legionary infantryman with a sharp sword. Blood stained Anthony's hands red. All the resentment and resentment were released at this moment, he had once had a lot of wealth, he had been in power, and now, all of this, had been taken away by Apis, step by step, little by little, plotting against him, Antony was furious, he knocked over another soldier of Apis beside him, and then held his sword back, and the tip of the sword stabbed savagely, piercing the chest of this legionary infantryman. Blood from the major arteries immediately spurted out.

"Appis! Where are you! Seed out, I'm going to kill you! ”

All around, there were undulating crowds, roaring crowds, the sound of weapons clashing, but without seeing Appis, Anthony was furious. This man who robbed his woman and ruined his kingdom, he wanted to cut Apis with a thousand knives. However, Apis never showed up. Because of the huge crowd of people on the battlefield, it is not easy to find a specific person, even the legion commanders and centurions under Apis, they cannot find the exact location of Apis.

In this way, a coalition of 50,000 mercenary soldiers and various tribes of the plateau was besieged and slaughtered in the middle. It was as if the Battle of Cannae was a reenactment, with stumps and broken arms all over the ground, and broken bodies covering the ground.

In the end, around Antony, there were less than 500 Roman heavy infantry. These loyal soldiers used their bodies as shields to defend Anthony to the death. However, Apis could not have spared Antony because of their heroic actions. The soldiers of the various legions formed a shield wall, constantly approaching, squeezing the last phalanx of Anthony.

The soldiers in the middle formed a circular formation, fending off the dense attack on the periphery. Swords and spears struck the shield wall, making a continuous sound of tapping. The resolute expressions of these veterans, the unswerving spirit to death, became the eternal regret in the heart of Appis, their spirit, their bravery, awe-inspiring.

However, the circular defensive shield wall was finally breached, and even the bravest soldiers could not withstand the massive number of opponents. Anthony was covered in blood, and there were only three guards left by his side. The ornate armor on their bodies had been stained red with blood, and each of them had scarlet blood on their faces and wounds on their bodies. But he still protects Anthony with his body. Around them, at their feet, there were already piles of corpses. There are dead companions, there are enemy soldiers.

"Come on! You bastards! A bunch of lackeys! ”

Bloodied Anthony roared loudly. His arm was bleeding, blood running down the blade of the Roman dagger. Everyone knew that Anthony was badly injured, but no one dared to go up. He stood there as if he were a bloodthirsty beast, a champion gladiator in the arena. Seeing this scene, Appis suddenly remembered a famous historical figure in the history of the pre-Han Dynasty - Xiang Yu. At this moment, their fates are so similar, the brave are fearless, but unfortunately, they have come to the end of history.

"Appis! Come out! We go heads-up like men! ”

Anthony yelled, but still didn't see Appis. Appis was at the back of the crowd, riding a tall white warhorse, watching the scene coldly. Surrounded by tall Germanic cavalry guards.

"Stop roaring, beast. General Apis will not come out. Today, you have come to the end of the road. ”

No one answered Anthony, and in the end, young Tretus stepped forward. He stood up as a victor, flanked by his faithful Roman veteran, staring sharply at Antony, who was standing in the middle of the field, for fear that the desperate beast would do something crazy. Tretus was still a kid after all.

"A child? What right do you have to yell here? When I ruled the Roman East, you were still nursing in your mother's arms. ”

Anthony didn't recognize Tretus, after all, he hadn't seen him for more than ten years.

"Anthony, he's no ordinary child, he's the son of Octavia, the child of the Gaius family."

A legion veteran beside Tretus couldn't help but stand up and speak. And the young Tretus had a proud look on his face. The name of the family seemed to him to be a natural glory.

"Oh? Is it? Gaius. Terretus? Hahaha......"

Anthony said in a hoarse voice, and then burst out laughing, and no one knew what he was laughing at. Just staring at this desperate Roman general. Thought he was going crazy and not mentally normal.

"So, little Tretus, do you really think your father is the one who died young? An ordinary politician? No, you have been deceived for more than ten years, come, let me tell you, little Tretus, I know your mother, and I know Appis, and I know Octavian. I can tell you in the name of the gods that your father is not that so-called Setis, your father is Sexus. Pompey. That's right, you're the son of Pompey the Younger, the same Séctus who once dominated Spain and wiped out Caesar's entire legions. Pompey. ”

Anthony lifted his sword and said in a loud voice.

Tretus looked at the dying man in front of him with a look of astonishment.

"Child, don't be deceived by the words of this dying man! He has ulterior motives and is evil! ”

Crane noticed that something was wrong and immediately ordered Tretus to be driven away, while dozens of veterans had already prepared javelin spears.

"I'm going to hear what he's going to do."

Tretus said excitedly.

"Soldier, shoot him!"

However, before the boy could be cross-examined a second time, Klein had already given the order to shoot. The surrounding legion heavy infantry immediately shot the javelins in their hands. In an instant, dense javelins struck from all directions, piercing the body of the great Roman general Mark Antony. There is hardly a complete part of Anthony's body left. He knelt there like a statue, his whole body covered with javelins and spears......