He divided the legionary cavalry into two wings from the Thracian cavalry, led by Secledilius and Claudius, to cut off the two sides of the hill and block the reinforcements from outside. Then Kuras personally dismounted and walked to the front of the brigade, with Calabis and Kelly following behind him, and gave a brief order: "Four brigades, rush forward regardless of everything, do not fight with shields and javelins, carry only short swords, and fight those barbarian hoplites in close hand-to-hand combat, do not be afraid of them, their heavy armor is only their cage!" With that, Luculas raised his short sword and rushed to the front of the group, and with his encouragement, everyone struggled to climb up the hills.

At that time, Lucuras was forty-five years old, but he still had flexible legs and feet when he ran, which was not inferior to that of a man in his prime, which made Calabis who followed him very impressed.

Finally, Luculas was the first to rush into the camp of the Armenian hoplites, and he personally pulled down one of the kings' hoplites from the saddle, and the heavy-armored man fell to the ground and could not get up again, and Luculas then plunged his sharp sword into the gap in the opponent's throat armor, and the blood splashed his cloak even more brightly.

The rest of the Roman soldiers, and Thracian mercenaries, burst forward one after another, and the Roman soldiers slashed the thighs and shins of the heavy cavalry of the Janissaries with their short swords, while the terrifying Thracians were even more powerful, and they directly waved "Romfia" and harvested the heads of the people.

Everywhere there were death-to-death battles of men and horses, and with swaying bodies, Calabis hid in some horror, "Bastard Calabis, don't forget your position and duty. Kelly, who was holding a shield in his hand and fending off the arrows of the boss and his master, scolded angrily, "Running around will make you die faster." Calabis managed to compose himself, and with a shield in his hand, he slowly moved closer to Kelly and Lucuras.

After a chaotic battle, the Armenian Janissaries were defeated, their weapons and spears, which were nothing but an ornament in close combat, and they quickly abandoned their positions and trampled the infantry who had rushed up to support them on the opposite side. At this point, the meandering hills of the commanding heights were occupied by Lucuras, and the Romans looked down to see that the plain opposite was full of Armenia's fragile and large baggage troops, as soft and delicious as a large cake.

"Brothers, rush down a little more, and we will be completely victorious!" Luculas shouted, he could see Tegrenys' car on the other side!

Tegrenice apparently saw him as well, and his army, and in a panic he made a random gesture: "All the troops at the front line shrink, protect my chariot - Chardus of the Kingdom of Godini, and lead the army to crush the Romans who occupy the hills." ”

These two inconsistent orders completely plunged the entire army into a catastrophe, all the Armenian soldiers on the front line hurriedly retreated, while the men and horses behind were still unknowingly squeezing forward, more than 100,000 people entered a state of disorder, but were crushed by the Roman legions that were absolutely inferior in numbers, and more people trampled on each other and died than those killed.

But in spite of this, Luculas saw that the enemy's infantry, which had been overrun by the Praetorian cavalry below the hills, had regrouped bravely and fought back fiercely against the hill he had just occupied. At the front were the archers, who, when they had reached a suitable distance, fell to their knees and threw their arrows at them with a whoosh: the legionnaires, who had carried their shields and javelins behind them, immediately put their shields in front of them again, and the arrows crackled and all the arrows were inserted into the shields. But many Thracians were not so lucky, and they screamed and fell in columns and rows of arrows.

"Calabis my son!" Lucuras jerked the dazed Calabis' head down, and an arrow grazed through his hair, stabbing it firmly into Kelly's shield behind him.

Calabis's heart was hot.

Behind the archers were Syrian mercenaries, dressed in full Greek armor, and they were densely packed together. At this time, the Roman centurion blew his whistle, and the soldiers stood on the slope, condescendingly, and first hurled the light spears in their hands, which flew over the heads of the Syrian mercenaries and pierced a large number of archers and light infantry behind. Then the soldier threw out the heavy javelin in his hand, which was aimed at the Syrian mercenaries, who raised their shields to block, but this was exactly what the Romans wanted—the head of the heavy javelin was a moving pin, and when the Syrian mercenaries' shield blocked it, the tail of the javelin wedged into the shield automatically snapped, and the weight attached to it made the shield in the hands of the Syrian mercenaries a burden that could not move freely.

"Hooray!" Then the Roman soldiers drew their swords, and the Thracian mercenaries began a short assault with light scythes, slashing and killing the Syrians who had lost their shield protection, and the stumps fell everywhere, and in a few moments, the Syrian army was routed, and Lucuras's men took the opportunity to kill the Armenian logistics baggage and slaughter those who were defenseless.

"It's over, it's over" Tegrenice was shocked to see the tragic state of the army that was completely out of control, and began to speak incoherently.

At this time, the herald came out of breath and became angry: "All the soldiers and horses of Godini have once again left the battlefield and thrown our flanks and rear to the Romans!" ”

"Challus, I will never forgive you this time!" Tegrenice roared, and tears flowed down his back, and he suddenly made a move that surprised everyone present, took off the precious crown on his head, and put it into the hands of his son Little Tegre, "Child, I was wrong, I failed Mizaro, Methdorus, and you, all those who really care about this country. I don't deserve it anymore, I'll give it to you now, and you'll leave the battlefield at once, and don't let the heir and the crown fall into the hands of Lucuras and make his name famous. ”

Little Tergray also hugged his father, crying and saying that he really did not dare to accept such a sacred thing, and he was willing to be the queen of his father's palace in exchange for his father's escape.

In this way, the whole Armenian army began to collapse in general, and in this short half a day, the Praetorian Guard officers beside the king begged loudly: please get out of here as soon as possible, because there are people fleeing all around.

Tegrenice sighed in the sky, then jumped out of the carriage, changed to a mare, and began to blend into the crowd and leave the battlefield under the protection of several retinues.

Little Tergray did not linger long, and he gave his father's crown to one of his closest slaves for safekeeping, and then jumped into a chariot and fled silently along another road.

Adiana, who watched the whole battle from the tower, walked down with both surprise and contemplation.

At dusk, the Romans reaped their most brilliant victory, and on the outskirts of Tegresetta, the Armenian army, killed, captured, trampled on each other and died, according to Luculas's report to the Senate, amounted to 150,000!

The Romans, on the other hand, lost only a few hundred men below five centurions, and the losses were insignificant.

Calabis stood on the high ground where Tegrenes commanded his army, and he saw that around the golden carriage of the king of kings, the dead bodies were piled up into a hill, and from the protrusion in the middle of the plain there were more corpses, men, mules and horses, and even the wind that blew in the evening carried a strong fishy smell.

"Is Armenia finished?" This was the question in Calabis's mind at that time, and suddenly there was a neighing of men and horses in his ears, and a man in the pile of corpses suddenly jumped up, stabbed with his sword a legionary cavalryman who was picking up the spoils of war, took his horse, and galloped with a leather bag on his back!