On a hot July day, in a frontier town in the eastern part of the Republic, the sun hung high in the sky, pouring endless heat on the barren land, almost drying every bit of moisture in the land. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the earth is so hot that you can almost bake raw eggs. In such a hot and dry climate, several Roman legionnaires stood listlessly above the walls of the camp, looking at the horizon that had not changed for thousands of years.

"Hand the water, Cromea, you are such a slacker, a soldier like you will not be promoted for the rest of your life."

In the quiet of the Roman barracks, where only insects chirped, a fat Roman centurion shouted to the legionnaires under the wall, and the emaciated Roman recruit shook himself from his toil, and staggered to the edge of the only well in the barracks, and worked hard to make the water. This was the only source of water within a few miles of the wasteland, and it was the reason why the Roman squad was stationed here. The eastern part of the Republic, unlike Gaul or Germanic or Spanish, had abundant water and vegetation, and the Roman military garrison on the border with the powerful neighboring state of Parthia consisted only of endless stretches of low bush and endless yellow Gobi.

"Chief, water ......"

The recruits trembled and passed the freshly fought-up spring and watched the centurion's face act. You know, in the Roman legions, the centurion held a low position, but he held real power.

"Chromia, how long have you been away from your homeland? I've heard that you joined the army to earn more silver and make your wife look up to you. So, you have to work harder, do more work, and I can tell you, in this middle and wild place, it is impossible for you to win honor and money by killing foreign soldiers, and there has been no war here for decades. There will be no Parthians, not even a figure. ”

The fat centurion took the kettle handed by the recruit Kromia, and drank heartily while taking advantage of the water to teach his new recruits who had joined the legion for less than a month.

"Boss...... You see...... What is that? ”

Chromia said, looking away in horror. Then the centurion turned his head to look in the direction his men were looking. There, on the yellow earth, a yellow storm is rolling......

"What's that? Dust storm? ”

The recruit asked even more horrified.

"No, it's cavalry...... Parthian cavalry!! ”

The fat centurion said, frowning, throwing away his kettle, and shouting loudly. Order all soldiers to enter a state of emergency readiness. "Everyone climbed the towers and fortifications and prepared for battle, the Parthians are coming!" The centurion roared.

"Cromia, your chance to get promoted and make a fortune has come. Shoot the Parthians outside the camp, and use a jar of dinar to press your wife into a pile of gold and silver***. ”

The centurion turned his head and spoke solemnly to the thin recruits of Chromia, and then drew his short sword at his waist and entered the platform where he commanded the battle. Leaving the recruits in place, he turned his head to look outside the camp, and the overwhelming enemy army, like a sandstorm, swept the entire sky, and even the earth trembled slightly.

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"Sappers, aim for those damn flies! Damn, they're definitely not here to do business with you. ”

The centurion roared, and then muttered to himself. As a commander of the Legion stationed on the outer frontiers, he was experienced, and if it weren't for the fact that he didn't bribe the chief centurion enough money, he wouldn't have been sent to such a place.

"Damn, there are so many enemies, we only have one scorpion cannon."

The centurion then muttered again. This camp is even in disrepair.

"Launch! You damn bastard! ”

As the desert cavalry drew closer, the centurion roared again, and the Roman soldiers in the tower let go of the tight strings of their ballistas in a hurry and in a fit of extreme nervousness. The stone projectile was violently ejected, making a whistling sound that pierced the sky. Then, like a pebble smashed into the ocean, not even the slightest ripple was stirred. The Parthians did not come with a small army, but with an entire legion. The cavalry in the desert, holding bows and arrows that were more developed than the Roman world, drew bows and arrows on horseback, and sowed waves of terrifying arrows towards the Roman camp.

It was like a dense rain of arrows flying in the air, making a whooshing and swishing sound, almost obscuring the sky.

"Raise your shield!"

The centurion roared again, and then the hundreds of legionary infantry in the camp habitually took up their shields and put them over their heads.

The next moment, countless arrows hit the top of the head, intercepted by the shield, and made a tinkling and tinkling sound. Several hapless legionnaires were shot by Drain, and blood flowed from the screams.

Then, outside the camp, the Parthians shot like this. The infantry, under the cover of the cavalry archers, carried battering rams and began to ram the camp of the Roman legions.

The Roman soldiers on the fortifications could not get up, because they were completely overwhelmed by the bows of the Parthian riders outside the camp. More than a dozen recruits hid under the shield wall, trembling with terror.

The terrible thing was that the javelin throwing range of the Roman legions was less than forty Roman paces, while the Parthian cavalry outside the camp was clearly outside this range, and the centurion observed through the gap in his shield, which was about eighty Roman paces. The javelin can't be attacked anyway, and even if it is thrown, it is the end of the crossbow and cannot cause substantial damage. The only ballista in the whole camp had been completely suppressed by the Parthian riders, and on the narrow ballista platform lay seven or eight Roman legionnaires who had lost their breath.

Then, without resistance, the gates of the camp were easily broken open by the Parthian infantry. The desert light infantry rushed into the camp in a domineering manner. To the despair of the Roman soldiers, these Parthian infantry still had short bows in their hands......

"Damn it! Brothers, rush down! Siege the fortress! ”

Now, the centurion could no longer endure such a harassment. Drawing his short sword, he stretched out his shield and was the first to rush down the fortifications. Throughout the camp, the legionnaires almost abandoned the defense. All of them were slaughtered by the Parthian infantry who stormed the camp.

Chromia hid under her shield in horror, watching the bloody scene in front of her. The centurion held a shield in one hand, and after blocking an arrow, he savagely knocked down the desert infantry in front of him with his large shield, and then held his short sword horizontally, and quickly slashed the neck of another Parthia beside him. Blood splattered and spilled hot sand. Then, the fat centurion, not forgetting the Parthian infantryman who had fallen to the ground, turned around, took the short sword behind him, and stabbed the Parthian infantryman in the chest before he could recover himself.

Blood spilled out again, staining the centurion's face red.

Other legionnaires fought bravely, but more and more of them were killed by the arrows of the desert archers. Arrows of white feathers filled the bodies of the dead soldiers......