Several groups of legions and Bosphorus's light shield javelinmen, who had just run out of the formation, were ready to throw javelins and disrupt the charge of the Pontic cavalry, and the column of the Pontic cavalry, which was just a furlong and a half away from the formation, suddenly opened in two directions, left and right, like the beak of a crocodile, and flanked the two wings of the Roman legions!

At this time, the skirmishers happened to be at the core of the "crocodile's mouth", and the Scythian light cavalry, which followed behind the heavy cavalry of the oven, opened a half-arc shape, centripetally towards the skirmishers, and shot a wave of bows and arrows.

The stragglers, who had been shot down, lost their basic fighting spirit at all in the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, turned their backs to the enemy, and ran towards their own formation. The Scythian light riders were like lightning, and they had already caught three arrows on their fingers in advance to achieve the purpose of firing continuously, so the second wave of arrows came quickly, and the remnants of the skirmishers, almost all of whom were hit by arrows in the back, fell to the grass, "Shield wall, shield wall!" "The first two columns of Roman soldiers, one half kneeling, one standing, stacked a shield wall, and the third wave of arrows intertwined on both sides pierced through the heads and necks of the soldiers, and in the screams, in front of the shield wall, the corpses of the Roman soldiers fell in twos and threes.

The flag officer beside Calabis was also shot in the shoulder, and Carabis felt that at least seven arrows flew above his head at once, but he still lowered his body and held the shaking flag officer and the team flag, and several companions rushed up and helped him drag the people and the team flag back, although the flag officer was injured, he still gritted his teeth and raised the eye-catching team flag high, hoping that all the soldiers present could see their flag fluttering on the battlefield, not only losing morale.

Boy. This group of Pontic cavalry. There were at least three hundred people. No wonder it dared to attack so rampantly.

Rapid and high-pitched trumpets sounded, and Hybrida on the left flank howled together with a senior centurion on the right flank, leading the way with heavy spears, and when the Pontic cavalry spread its wings and rushed through the side of the legion's "gate" formation, it was also on the back of the Scythian light horse, on the back of a galloping horse, reaching out for his "Golitos" (Scythians loaded arrows and bows. A special box to protect them from moisture, hung on the saddle) When the arrows were touched, the long columns with the two wings rushed out diagonally to the left and right, respectively, and launched a counter-charge.

At this moment, the mouths of the two crocodiles were instantly torn together, and they wanted to outflank the Romans on both wings, but they were confused - they didn't see the Romans on both wings in columns! This formation. It was Hebrida and Arminius who fought the enemy cavalry in Asia Minor for a long time. The "crystallization" accumulated over a long period of time. As a result, the invincible Pontic and Scythian cavalry were severely beaten, and they could only fight hand-to-hand with the Romans, and the result was almost self-evident, the blades were handed over, that was the world of the Romans, the horses of the Pontic cavalry were stabbed in the abdomen and neck by swords and spears, and the riders were pulled down, especially those heavy cavalry of the oven, who had almost nothing under the back of the horse, and many of them fell to the ground in a heavy manner, on all sides, and were even stoned to death by the military slaves who rushed up, with stones and axes.

It was not long before the cavalry of Pontus scattered and fled, and the centurions, whistling and waving their staffs, signaled to all the soldiers that they must not throw themselves out of formation, pursue the enemy, and must maintain a restrained victory.

Several slaves and servants did not have time to stop their footsteps, and as a result, they were shot down by the Scythians' return arrows dozens of Roman feet away from the formation.

In the twilight, the Roman soldiers and slaves gathered together the dead bodies of men and horses, and the rest of the troops, thundering and constructing fortifications and camps, a Pontus oven cavalryman, stripped of his armor and helmet, was pulled up to the hills, and Calabis, who was holding a papyrus, and the centurions, said, "Excuse me, where is your baggage?" Calabis asked politely in Greek.

The cavalryman shook his head stubbornly, Calabis didn't say anything, the papyrus in his hand was blown around by the wind, and then several soldiers began to beat the hapless cavalryman with clubs with thorns, and Calabis beckoned, and several tax collectors came up, "Look at this map I sketched, which shows the bazaars where we went to collect taxes, right?" Calabis pulled the papyrus apart, and two or three soldiers each carried a lamp under the glass cover and shone it on it. The tax collectors studied for a while, nodded, and said that it was generally reliable, and Calabis called the cartographers over, these are Pop's disciples and grandchildren, and there is no problem in terms of craftsmanship, pointing to the wooden board engraved with the map, Calabis asked the tax collector, "Based on the several market towns we have visited, please take the island of Ponticabion from east to west, all the big market towns, that is, you can scrape the tax, and mark them in the blank space of the map, which does not need to be particularly accurate." ”

The tax collectors, chattering and prompting each other, quickly completed their task by the light, marking them from one end of the sea to the other—to the horror of Calabis, who would regret it if he did not come out with them.

Afterwards, the old fellows of Hebrida, Arminius, and Hortensius began to draw on the map board in lead ink the direction and route of the Pontic cavalry they had encountered in the past two days, and all the routes, roughly like the hands of a clock, pointed to a certain "center of circle" in the northwest of the island.

"Don't smash my hands!" Below, the captured Pontic cavalryman, when the Roman soldier held his hand and was about to smash it with a sharp stone, he could not help but cry out, "Our baggage, all drawn by ponies and mules, moves with the cavalry, and only stays where we are when we scatter to attack." ”

"Yes, they had to stay, the cavalry all went out with the baggage brigade as a meeting point, because all the supplies from the loot had to be brought back, there were no big rivers here, and the south was covered with dense mountains and forests, and their area of activity was in the northwest and west where there was groundwater." Hortensius, pointing to the map board, said.

Calabis nodded, pointed to the center of the circle, and said to the tax collector, "Think back to the terrain around here. Then he took a large slice of meat with boiling haode sesame oil from the soldiers, and squatted down in front of the captured cavalryman with a pleasant face, and said, "Eat, and when you have eaten, tell me everything you know." ”

The next day, when the camp was pulled, Calabis handed over the flag of the 10th Brigade to the hands of Hebrida, "You are in charge of commanding and walking along the foot of the mountains that run from east to west, which can effectively prevent the surprise attack of the enemy's cavalry." ”

"Long-winded, you weren't even a military slave when my brother was fighting." Highbrida unceremoniously took the flag, "Leave me some scout cavalry, and when the time comes, contact each other." (To be continued......)