Over there, Caesar turned his face sideways, the seat under him had been knocked over by himself out of control, he was lying on the ground, his legs twitching incessantly, and he could see that he was trying to tilt his eyes upward, and his hands were still trying to grasp the edge of the table as much as possible, but soon the table was also overturned by him. Caesar was like a drowning man at this time, panting, his chin struggling to rise, and his eyes were staring at Li Bida who was standing at the door of the tent, although he couldn't speak, but the subtext was clear:

"Help me."

Outside, there was still a lot of people, but it set off the strange atmosphere inside the tent, on the one hand, Caesar kept curling up and straightening; On one side, Li Bida looked at him in disbelief, his eyes flashing with a dull breath, hesitant and a little cold. The only thing left was the sound of tables and chairs swaying, but this atmosphere actually lasted less than ten seconds, Caesar was in a trance, saw Li Bida in a robe, slowly walked towards him, his black pupils flashed his miserable struggle, as if watching a circus, and also like a lady looking at his patients, I don't know how long it took, the other party still stretched out his hand

When the generals entered, Caesar had regained his normal demeanor, but he was slumped in the circle chair, his face pale and drenched in sweat, and all the lieutenants and chief centurions asked Caesar in unison to give Caesar an order to move the camp to Napo or to plan for the siege of Marcellia.

"To the west of the city of Massalia, it is said that Triali is guarding a commanding height, very close to one of your siege equipment yards, immediately send someone to take it down, and I will take the rest of the army to watch the battle behind." Caesar gave this command very weakly.

"That commanding height is to control the street. The city thought it was holding the position. You will be able to get supplies from Spain. But they were wrong. I don't use force at all."

"No, you must use force, because I want new legionnaires to see how the old soldiers fight." Caesar had a muddy nasal voice and was wrapped in a cloak, but the order was unquestionable, and it seemed that epilepsy was now frantically tormenting his nerves.

"Yes, as you command. Your Excellency the Noble Consul. Li Bida agreed.

At dawn, the Renus River was a river to Massella, which had risen in a muddy light from the previous night's rain, and after a misty mist, a few furlongs from the river, in a high place overgrown with trees, Caesar and all his lieutenants, flag bearers, and chief centurions, stood on a gentle slope, staring at the besieging camp of the army of Li Bida in front of them, as if nothing but the smoke and the sound of military trumpets. There is nothing new about it, and the high ground that Tri Ali previously occupied. It was stuck like a nail in the side of the siege.

The centurions began to speak, and Caesar followed their fingers, but saw in the wilderness by the river a troop of Marcellian cavalry, with banners and trumpets, as usual, beginning to run around the enemy camp, half patrolling and half capturing the planes—a time when such small cavalry outposts were so often fought between the two sides that they were commonplace, and today seems to be no exception.

Sure enough, from the gate of Libida's camp soon came a troop of cavalry, shouting words and trumpets that no one could understand, and it was evident that the Mattia cavalry from the Caucasus, about two or three hundred people, divided into several squadrons, rushed towards the Marcelian cavalry.

The Marcelian cavalry then drew their short swords, avoiding the arrows fired by the Mattians on the one hand, and changing their formation on the other, preparing to approach hand-to-hand combat, but when the distance got closer and closer, they clearly saw that the cavalry team of the other party was actually wearing the flag of the legion with tassels, which was abnormal, why did the flag representing the commander-in-chief of the enemy appear in this winged man.

At this moment, even Triali, who was also watching the battle in the high camp, was puzzled, and finally he understood the strange thing - because under the flag, it was indeed Li Bida himself, who actually led a wing of Matias to charge and fight?

But the man's appearance was as if it were fake, including the blue feather feather on his helmet, which was personally appreciated by Ptolemy of Egypt, the striking cloak embroidered with the scarab beetle, and the gilded baton hanging from the saddle.

So Tri Ali personally led the remaining 400 cavalry, and 800 light infantry, most of them Masserians, and rolled down the hill with a shout, and he instinctively felt that since the opponent's general future was coming, it also meant that the fighters were coming, and he could not be allowed to come and go freely!

"Terry Ali! The murderer of the tribune is on the other side. When Li Bida saw him, he was extremely red-eyed, took out his baton, pointed directly at Tri Ali, who was galloping opposite, and shouted, "Follow me and catch him!" Although the Mattians could not understand what the commander-in-chief was saying, they knew what they were referring to in this situation, so they all waved their double-headed spears in unison, and more than a thousand horses' hooves flew through the mud and rushed over.

Triali was gesturing behind him, and the trumpeter beside him was blowing hard, a tactic that required the light infantry to outflank each other from both flanks.

Then, Caesar in the distance saw the dazzling tactics of the Matthias cavalry under Li Pida, they were simply teasing the cavalry of Triali, but saw that the Mattia divided the formation into a "three-scale" shape, and the first column all used compound bows, standing still, and arrows rained down, stopping the charge of Triali's cavalry. As soon as Triali's cavalry rushed forward with their shields and prepared to engage the Mattia in hand-to-hand combat, the "two scales" in the back suddenly circled out from both flanks, expelling Triali's light infantry and making a roundabout way to cut into his rear and return home.

After a few rounds of back and forth, Triali could not bear it anymore, and began to change the front team into the rear team, preparing to return to the camp to strike, and on the hillside of his retreat, about three brigades of infantry were already alertly out of the camp and ready to meet him. But at this time, Li Bida did not mean to see the good at all, but directly chased after him, launched a fierce impact, and Alp, who was riding a horse beside Li Bida, immediately shot an arrow into the sky.

A poignant and sharp voice resounded throughout the sky of the battlefield.

At this time, behind the dense forests, embankments, camps, and high slopes, countless groups of cavalry poured out when they heard the sound, and they were extremely tacit, like ants in the same anthill, and they accurately merged from the squad into a brigade, and then followed Li Bida with his cloak fluttering, and rushed overwhelmingly towards Triali's camp.

This kind of smooth transformation from defense to offense, and the means of gathering offensive forces in motion, can not be formed in three or five years, Caesar under the banner of the eagle, while admiring the general Zuo beside him, while revealing some complicated feelings, "Is it because of the thick fog, I can't see Li Bidaeus clearly." (To be continued......)