The captain of the cavalry of Smyrna, who was staring at Lao Luo's group, had a very strange name called Questano, he was a son from Constantinople, not that this guy was an incompetent greedy villain, on the contrary, this man who was not yet thirty years old used good riding skills and scimitars, and this guy also had unusual ambitions.

Questano's father was an elder of the Senate of Constantinople, so he could have enjoyed old age as a gentleman, but unfortunately he was only the second son in the family, and his family pursued the primogeniture system, which means that once Questano's father died, he and his half-brother would have to fight to the death.

For this reason, he had to look for an opportunity to be released as an official, but unfortunately his father, as an elder, was not willing to contribute to his second son, and it was not easy for Questano to get such a cavalry position in the military, in order not to be bound by the governor of Smyrna, he even gave his sister to that guy to be **, after doing all this, his funds went wrong, so he had to use his brains on the merchant.

In his opinion, the merchants are all despicable guys, and these merchants have no background in Smyrna, and they can accumulate funds as quickly as possible by quietly solving them, and as for the soldiers under him, they don't have to worry about leaking the news if they share a little sweetness. Lao Luo's team entered his field of vision at this time, and he really didn't know if it was Lao Luo's misfortune or his misfortune.

Lao Luo's team of people, there are only one hundred and ten mercenary guys, he knows mercenaries, and there was a team of mercenaries in ancient Rome thousands of years ago. In Quintano's concept, a mercenary is a guy who fights for money, without a sense of honor as a soldier, and once there is a possibility of defeat, it will fall apart, and it is easy to organize three times as many soldiers to deal with such a team.

So he only sent a few people to take turns to stare at Lao Luo's team of 100 people, after knowing that these people were from Athens, he didn't even ask about the details of the team, but only got up early to go out of the city early to prepare to intercept them on the road after knowing that Lao Luo and they were leaving this morning. At this moment, the high-spirited Questano was standing halfway up the slope of the pass, allowing his guards and soldiers to talk and laugh.

A guy in hybrid chain mail hurried closer to Questano, "Sir, the prey is almost here, and there are less than two miles left. ”

Of course, the soldier who reported the message meant Rome, which was less than a mile, about 1,500 meters, and about three kilometers, and this distance was about the best distance for cavalry preparation and charge. It's not the first time Quintano has done this kind of thing, and he knows it very well. "Well, okay, tell everyone to prepare, kill them all in one go, and I will distribute the spoils according to the old rules."

A group of more than 300 cavalrymen roared like horse bandits, these guys who were supposed to maintain the rule around them, they were all burned out by money, they thought that they could control their lives with a scimitar or mace in their hands, but unfortunately sometimes a wrong choice is a fork in the road of fate.

Lao Luo had already received Alke's report, and the preparations of his subordinates were completely in place, Al Hesian, Li Zhan, Zhang Lu, and Li Ji were not the combat strength to fight, along with the butler Max Ode, the maid Ge Rina and others, and even the four female men assigned to Li Ji were placed at the end of the team.

All the battle slaves were neatly draped, with scimitars or maces in their hands, and bows and arrows, spears, and large shields hung behind the saddles.

Gonzhas divided all the battle minions into three groups, with the archers in the middle of the front, the cavalrymen with scimitars or poleguns on the flanks, and the sword and shield men on horseback wings. Naga and Mnachi were sent to the two flanks by him, and as they were good horsemen, they could almost lead the cavalry to fight the enemy.

Choi Shibashi Lang and Nurralman, who are not under the control of Gonzas, are now with Alker of the Scout Group, which is of little use at this time, and they will be responsible for pursuing the remnants of the enemy when the enemy collapses.

The gladiators are talented guys, not to mention the people who have survived the brutal gladiatorial arena in front of them, everyone is full of confidence in this raid. The number of people sometimes does not indicate the combat power, although it is a simple truth that the strength of the number of people is large, but sometimes the number of people is large, which means that it is difficult to cooperate, and there is a decrease in the efficiency of the attack.

Lao Luo is not ready to command this battle, but it does not mean that he has to watch his subordinates fight to the death, so he put himself in the position of strategy, the iron tire bow in his hand has an effective shooting distance of three hundred meters, with his current arm strength and eyesight, it is not a problem to shoot a hundred arrows, and it is not a problem to shoot half of the opponent's manpower.

In addition, there is another problem, although Lao Luo is an elite soldier, but after all, he is a soldier of later generations, that era of controlling the battlefield with thermal weapons, the role of people has actually been greatly reduced, the last glory of manpower victory is the Japanese pig tactics in the First World War, as well as the horn sprint tactics of the Chinese red soldiers, in the following decades, the strength of weapons defeated the strength of manpower.

Therefore, Lao Luo is not familiar with commanding cold weapon combat, as a special skill fight is one thing, and the battle formation arrangement of frontal assault is completely different.

There are not many humid places on the land in early spring, the north wind blows frequently, the ground is already dusty and dry grass, and the horseback assault Kuntano stares at Lao Luo's team in the west with high spirits, and the more than 100 people who can be vaguely seen are a bunch of small dots at a distance of a thousand meters, which look so inconspicuous, but those inconspicuous dots have too much wealth in their hands.

"Soldiers, rush, kill them!" Questano raised his scimitar, gave a loud shout, and gave the order to assault directly. These soldiers under his command have long lost the concept of what is wrong, and obtaining wealth is justice, and wealth without power to protect it is evil.

Since Gonzhas was able to become the leader of dozens of Thracians when he was a gladiator, it showed that he was not a simple-minded fellow, and after a long time of killing, he naturally saw the smoke and dust of the cavalry assault on the opposite side at first sight. "What an idiot!" Gonzhas cursed, then raised his right hand into a fist, signaled to the people behind him, and then gave the order, "Naga, Mnaki's wings spread out eighty paces, the archers dismount and advance with a distance of four steps, and the sword and shield men dismount and pack their equipment!" ”

The Naga and Mnachi on the two wings echoed loudly, and then each of them turned their horses sideways with the battle minions and scattered to the two wings; The strong men with bows and arrows dismounted one after another, and began to rush forward in line according to the order, ready to meet the enemy; The sword and shield men who were slightly further back were stronger than the archers, and they also dismounted, took off their chest-high shields from their horses, and then drew their scimitars at their waists and lined up in the middle of the gap behind the archers, all in the once trained battle mode.

Lao Luo rode on the black cloud, and the big guy under him, who was a little restless, stopped because he was ordered to drink, and the front hooves of the two sea bowls kept kicking on the ground. Lao Luo held the bow in one hand and stroked the neck of the black cloud with the other to make it quiet. Gonzas's command is very good, and the performance of many battle slaves, Lao Luo saw it in his eyes, and couldn't help nodding secretly, these guys are worthy of being famous warriors in the era of cold weapons.

The leader of the cavalry on the opposite side is indeed a fool, who goes on a blind rampage without knowing the details, and will only bring blood and life to his own people. Compared with Gonzas's calm response, the judgment was high.

Kuntano, who led the cavalry to charge into battle, had a different idea, of course he noticed Lao Luo's team in formation, but he felt that the people on the other side were fools, and it was simply stupid for such a few people to disperse. When his three hundred cavalry rushed into the ranks, the other side was a lamb to the slaughter.

In this way, the teams that both sides think are stupid for the other side make the same move - without changing the formation, and right and wrong will be known in a few minutes.

One side stopped and waited for the opportunity for the archer's arrow, and the other side rushed and rushed to the impact, the distance between the two sides was rapidly narrowing, and when the assault cavalry was still two hundred meters away from Lao Luo's team, Gonzhas suddenly shouted, "The archer quickly threw three times!" More than thirty archers immediately raised the bow in their hands slightly, directly pulled the string, and the arrows were fired directly, and then the archers did not look at the results of the battle, and drew the arrows again, and so on three times, but in fifteen seconds.

Lao Luo couldn't help but applaud them, because the cavalry who rushed to the formation opened the distance, the nearest distance from the formation was only more than a hundred meters, although the arrows thrown were not accurate enough, but the results of the three projectiles directly caused a quarter of the riders on the opposite side to fall down the horse, or the horse's body was hit by an arrow out of control and rolled to the ground, at this time the rider who fell from the horse could only wait to be trampled to death by the people behind, unless it was God to take care of, there was no accident.

"The archers step back, the sword and shield hands step forward, and the shield is erected." Gonzas's order was timed perfectly, only to hear the sound of armor, then the sword and shield men shrank their heads and held their swords, and then stood the large shield upwards in front of them, ready for the impending collision, while the archers quickly retreated more than twenty meters behind, ready to shoot the enemy in the gap.

Lao Luo sighed secretly, this is the flesh and blood battlefield in the era of cold weapons, it is conceivable that the sword and shield hand in front of the head will be trampled by the oncoming horses and cavalry, or lucky to cut off the horse's legs, and then the cavalry will be killed in the battle array, everything is an exchange of flesh and blood.