"Follow me, stay in line, don't fall behind!"

The smoke had already risen, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, Maximus, the captain of the Roman legionary cavalry, led three thousand legionary cavalry, rushing from outside the camp. The Roman legionnaires lined up in a long line, charging bravely, and their horses tread the dry summer land, rolling up dust. Accompanied by earth-shattering shouts of killing, it was as if there were thousands of legionary iron horsemen in this team charging outside the camp. The ground seemed to tremble slightly under the horse's hooves.

Unable to react, Freira watched as her first group of archers were scattered and killed by the fierce and bloodthirsty Germanic cavalry. They were like a pack of beasts from the northern hells, wielding spears and swords, one sword at a time, without mercy, as if killing was routine for them.

It is also true that when these Germanic cavalry rushed into the Parthian archers, like a wolf rushing into a sheep's heap, the Parthian cavalry drew their scimitars and fought, but they were cut open in the belly by the fierce Germanic sword, or their heads were cut off, and blood flowed.

"Quick, follow me, stop this beast!"

In desperation, Friera took with him the most elite ironclad cavalry in the army, which the Romans called the toasted cavalry, because it was wrapped in thick iron armor from top to bottom, as if baking bread in a confined space, and the Romans could not imagine how these cavalry could hold out in the heat of the desert. But the Parthian heavy cavalry had this quality, and perhaps they were accustomed to this kind of climate and combat conditions. In short, being wrapped in iron armor is not an obstacle for them, but a symbol of their status, you know, not everyone can become an iron armored heavy cavalry.

At this moment, Freila led these elites of the army, with a resolute and resolute attitude, and rushed towards the Roman legionary cavalry, that is, the Germanic cavalry, who were slaughtering the archers.

There was a fierce battle on the plain, and the Germanic riders, skillfully harnessing their horses, withdrew to the battlefield, drew their spears that were stuck in the ground, and when they did not find the spears, they bravely brandished their battle axes and swords, and rushed head-on to the Parthian tin cans.

It was a battle of great powers, like two powerful storms crashing together, and in the dust, the Parthian cavalry pierced the chest of the Germanic cavalry with a single shot, and the axe of the Germanic cavalry also split the armor of the Parthian iron can. In the flash of silver light, the two teams of people and horses staggered past, blood flowers gushed out, and screams broke out.

Maximus slid sideways, but was almost pierced in the head by the enemy's cavalry spear, but the experienced commander leaned down at the moment when the enemy's horse rushed in, dodging the spear thrust and sending the sword into the enemy's thigh. The cavalryman suddenly fell from his horse in pain, blood spilled all over the ground, and the flesh of the split thigh was blurred, and the wound was boneless. This is the war of cavalry charge, and any weapon will be greatly increased by the inertia of the horse charge.

The battle was fierce, and the Parthian heavy cavalry were shock cavalry, and their first charge was unbeatable, but after being caught in hand-to-hand combat, they had no advantage at all. Because their opponents were Germanic cavalry......

Many Parthian ironclad cavalry drew their maces and swung at the Germanic cavalry, but they were skillfully dodged by the Germanic cavalry, and then the barbarian knights sent their swords and axes into the enemy's armor again and again, until the ironclad cracked and blood seeped out of the broken armor.

At this time, Apis, who was in the fortifications, gave the order for the infantry to attack.

The Parthian cavalry had been disrupted, and the power of the rain of arrows had been reduced a lot, and at this moment, the long-suppressed Roman army rushed out of the camp like an erupting volcano, surging out, frightening some Parthian riders at close range to turn around and run.

Appis personally led the team, charging forward, even if the person reached middle age, his physical strength did not decrease at all, a javelin throw, instantly pierced the head of a Parthian infantryman, blood and disgusting liquid flowed out.

The orderly Roman army marched in unison, and the enemy's arrows flew and were blocked one by one. Here, Freira, the commander-in-chief of the Parthian army, was already too busy fighting with Maximus's Germanic cavalry to command other archers and infantry.

The siege turned into a slaughter. Even the Parthian army was still superior in numbers.

But the combat effectiveness of their infantry is really worrying.

Many of the Parthian militia were demoralized when they saw the Roman legions rushing in like an impregnable wall, fleeing, dropping their weapons, or simply falling to their knees and surrendering. Of course, all those who surrendered became the trophies of the soldiers, because that was the slave they got on the battlefield.

"Fureira! Our troops were crushed, and the commander-in-chief of the Roman legions personally led the troops into attack, and these Roman cavalry were also a cover! We were fooled! ”

When the general Burda ran to the cavalry commander Freira to report the situation, the poor cavalry captain apparently did not want to believe such a fact. When General Sulena left, he handed over the responsibility of guarding the Helubian River to himself, the purpose was to prevent the Roman legions from crossing the river, so that the Parthian army that was alone in the depths could concentrate on attacking the city, and once the rear was broken through, Sulena's large army would face the dilemma of being attacked by the enemy on the back, once Antony turned against the battle and flanked the Parthian army with Appis, then this expedition would bury tens of thousands of Parthians here.

However, facts are facts, and when the earth-shattering shouts of the Roman legions were heard not far away, Freira knew that he had really failed completely, and Appis and his heavy infantry army easily broke through his own defenses. The archers were already panicking, and no one dared to charge the high-morale Roman heavy army head-on. Shooting was also done only sporadically.

"We should retreat and join General Sulena!"

Burdaman reminded again.

But the defeated Parthian cavalry captain Freira clearly had no heart to retreat in humiliation.

"Nope! I'm going to fight Apis to the end, so you can run away with the rest of the men. ”

Without any extra sensationalism, Fureira angrily confessed to her subordinates. The battle to defend the river so easily was unexpectedly defeated, and as the cavalry commander trusted by General Sulena, he felt embarrassed and angry at the same time. The anguish and anger of being fooled gathered, and even if he was crushed to pieces, he would kill the old fox Appis.

In the dust, Friela brandished her bloody iron sword charged at Appis' infantry brigade......