The barbarians did not know the science of warfare, and they would only raise their swords high like wild boars, and then slash down like lame lumberjacks - Dionysus

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Misaro took the lead, and the cavalry of the tribe around him reacted in different orders, some followed Misaro to charge up, and some were still spinning in place, the order of the charge was extremely chaotic, and the power of the collective horse raid was lost.

A burst of whistles, the 100-man team of the Roman legions that had completed the battle preparations, waving small pennants, formed a solid phalanx, they were close together, the shields of the first row of soldiers were held at their waists, and the shields of the second row of soldiers were on the shoulders of the previous row, and between the shields and shields, they stretched out the heavy javelins in their hands and moved the entire phalanx with slow and compact steps, and the whole queue was like a big hedgehog wriggling forward in iron armor, invincible.

The cavalry and light infantry suddenly scattered, some returning to the rear of the queue through the passage between the hoplite hundreds, and some wandering to the flanks of the queue.

But the cavalry of the Misaro still foolishly rushed into the center of the Romans.

"You see, isn't that Sekdilius?" One pointed downwards and shouted, and Appis looked fixedly, and sure enough, it was this reckless man, who actually stood in front of the hundred-man team on the far left of the first horizontal team, and personally walked to engage the battle with the soldiers.

"A reckless man is a reckless man, and he deserves this nickname." Appis shrugged.

Then there was the sound of the fierce clash of shields and horses, and the cavalry of Misaro fell like blocks in front of the Roman shields, and most of the javelins they threw were bounced back by the Roman shields, while the heavy javelins of the Romans played the role of spears, stabbing their horses' legs and lower bodies between the shields.

Some of the brave cavalrymen broke into the junction of the hundreds, but were quickly knocked down by the Roman hoplites on the side of the shield wall with short swords, or the light infantry behind them with slings and short spears.

"Throw!" With a succinct command, the "shield wall" hula unfolded again - the heavy soldiers of the legion, put down their heavy javelins and shields, stood up, and threw out in unison the other one they were equipped: light javelins, something similar to hunting spears, which rained down on the flesh and blood of Misaro's cavalry, and they fell into uncontrollable confusion, trampling each other and scrambling to turn and flee.

The entire Armenian light cavalry of 3,000 men was wiped out in less than a quarter of an hour.

In the face of the routed enemy army, all the Roman soldiers raised their short swords, cheered in unison, and then held their positions in formation, standing still.

"Our people, why don't we pursue, this will lead to a greater victory." Appis' partner asked.

"It's very simple, because Sekdilius didn't receive orders from Luculas to fight deeply, and the commander may just ask him to consolidate his existing position at Sophini and take over the main forces behind." Appis guessed correctly, the task given to the brigades by Secledilius was to defend carefully, and when he saw that the Armenians were so vulnerable and ready to expand the victory, he found that he was not in the position of the command post, but stood on the front line where a hundred-man team was located, and for a time he could not find the herald and trumpeter, so he could only curse twice, acquiescing in his original order.

Misaro's handsome face had been grazed by the Roman javelin, his leg had been cut by a short sword, his horse was very human, and instinctively carried his master away from the dangerous area of engagement, but he would not back down—he howled and shouted that the Romans did not respect the long-cherished wishes of a warrior, and Weishenme contemptuously stopped the battle in favor of standing still—and then he raised his banner again and gathered the few hundred remnants of the cavalry who were still willing to follow him, Without the support of the infantry behind, a second assault was launched on the detachment of Sekdilius.

"Mizaro, this young man, seems to have only wanted to die." Appis, who had witnessed all this, sighed.

At this time, even Sektilius was surprised, and he was sitting in front of the hundreds, under the protection of several ten-captains, eating dried figs, with the full belief that the enemy would not rush again. Sekdilius looked at the enraged enemy general Misaro, and instinctively felt pity for the brave man, but he had no time to correct any orders—the centurions, tens, and ordinary soldiers of his army, like killing machines with pre-ordered orders, began to operate again after a whistle.

This time, it was the cavalry on both flanks that bravely rushed out and flanked the lone Misaro army, and then the hoplites lined up in a long line, armed with heavy javelins, also pressed up: a perfect three-sided pocket killing formation was formed, and the retinue and soldiers around the Misaro kept screaming and falling, and he also wore his hair and shouted: "The descendants of the Armenian gods will never take a step back from the battlefield, since our king has decided to fight this wrong war, let me be the first to die for him!" Four or five Roman hoplites who arrived pierced his horse deep into his crotch with heavy javelins, and the horse screamed and fell sideways, and Misaro's left leg was also crushed under the dead horse, and his face was covered with blood, but he was still waving the sword in his hand, and after stabbing to death the two Roman soldiers who came forward, he actually cut off his left leg with his sword, and then stood up on one leg, and then slowly picked up his battle flag in a painful position, and then used one leg, still jumping, to "continue to charge" at the Roman array.

Even the Roman veterans, who were accustomed to murder, felt admiration and fear of Misaro's death, and many people gathered around him, but they did not dare or could not bear to stab the short sword in their hands.

"Let me come, my identity, maybe give him a decent death." Sectilius spat out the dried figs in his mouth, took the light javelin from the hand of the ten-captain beside him, and shouted at the blood-stained Messiaro, "I am the commander of the Roman Seventh Legion, the lieutenant general of the Silesian governor Luculas, Marinus. Gaiyo. Sekerius, is that okay!? ”

Hearing the cry of Sekdilius, Misaro slowly stopped, he raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and shed two lines of tears.

"I will convey to your king the heroism of your battle, though we Romans hate it." With that, the light javelin drew a clear arc in mid-air, stabbing straight into Mizaro's chest.

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