"There is no unsupervised business under heaven except the paperwork" - an ancient Egyptian proverb

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Dussonviller's expression was extremely confused, because what Antony said to him was in Greek, which clearly meant that Antony was going to do the first and then the prelude, but after Antony said this, he did not continue, but jumped off his horse and asked the slaves to send the horses of the attached cavalry brigade to the ships first.

On the other side of the Nile, the solemn-faced Arcilaus, with two or three hundred Hommashi soldiers, lined up in a phalanx, holding flags, stood alone in an open field, the drizzle was still falling, and when Cassillo's fleet was docking, the sailors on the side of the ships shouted, throwing javelins and stones down the shore, and beside Achillaus on horseback, loyal retinues continued to fall, and people continued to flee.

"What a humble formation, and what a proud king, Arcilaus, though he is destined to be a loser, I still admire him. Dussonville, Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief has given me, the military tributary, an advance order to launch a surprise attack on the enemy's rear camp as soon as he disembarks! The Roman cavalry came down from the boats, and began to form themselves under the instructions of the flag, and Antony looked back at the ships that were continuing to sail here, carrying the infantry brigade, and said with some nervousness, and the last order, which he used in standard Latin, could be understood by Dussonvier and most of the Vibicinas cavalry.

Since it is the instruction of the military tribune, what else is there to say, the command of the chief lieutenant is at the corps level. The Military Protector is at the brigade level (but not fixed. Some are simply fictitious titles). So at this moment Antony was the highest officer here, so Dussonvier very clearly raised the flag of King Numa in front of all the soldiers, and then flattened, and more than 800 horsemen shouted in unison, and the horses' hooves flew in the mud, holding javelins and swords, ignoring the remnants of Holmach who were deployed in front of him, and directly according to Antony's words. Run towards the opposing camp.

Achilllaus looked at the Roman cavalry passing in front of him like a shuttle, sighed on his back, turned his horse's head, and galloped towards the target of the enemy cavalry, and the soldiers he left behind looked at each other for a while, and then really dispersed.

This was the end of the sad Holmach legion, which collapsed on its own after barely fighting Lybidaeus's army, a legacy of the long-standing Ptolemaic royal way of governing the army. The Praetorian Guards were stationed in the Hormahi barracks for a long time and were well treated. But discipline is becoming more and more corrupt, and most of the officers and soldiers do not like to practice at all, and they are confident that there is basically nothing to do in Egypt except to quell the low-intensity rebellion of the natives, and even on the battlefield, they are very confident that the exquisite armor and shining weapons on their bodies are enough to frighten the enemy and help them achieve victory.

But when they heard that Perusim had been captured by a Roman pheasant army that had come out of nowhere, and that they were really needed to fight the Roman army, these Macedonian descendants had completely forgotten the proud blood of their ancestors, and they began to fear, and the officials began to find various reasons to avoid the war, and even secretly approached Lypida's restoration army - Beneniciki and Achilllaus lost control of the army, which was the fundamental reason why the Egyptian pharaoh was desperate and asked her husband to stab him to death.

When Achilllaus rode to the camp alone, he found that hundreds of Roman cavalry had dismounted, except for a hundred-man team holding a flag to guard the wooden gate, presumably to prevent friendly troops from looting, the rest of his camp carried out a frenzied ransack, the most striking was the "Pharaoh's Golden Chariot" resting in front of the commander's tent, and a dozen Romans slashed and poked at it with short swords to seize precious stones and gold nuggets. Achilllaus roared angrily, and stepped forward with his sword raised, so frightened that the hundred-man team who was on guard outside mounted their horses and brandished their swords to meet them, so that Achilllaus tried again and again to charge into the camp, and again and again he was forced out of the circle, so tired that he was exhausted and annoyed, and shouted and begged the supreme commander of the Roman cavalry to come out and give him a death of honor.

"Tell him to wait, tell him to wait, and I'll go out to fight right away." Anthony, who was in the tent, was struggling to grab the beautiful necklace and sacrifice with the soldiers in front of the statue of Serapis, and when he heard the herald's description of Archelaus, he was so perfunctory, and then the soldier Polo, who had previously received the gold medal of Valor, suddenly shouted "Damn", and everyone's eyes were cast on him, and it was Polo who rushed behind the curtain to rummage through the more precious jewelry of the female pharaoh, and found Benenici's headless body, wrapped in silk and sitting on the seat behind the incenseSome Roman soldiers hesitated for a moment, and then swarmed up and used their swords to cut the body of the female pharaoh into pieces to make it easier to strip the corpse of its goods.

Outside, Achilllaus howled like a lost dog, and no one gave him a decent fight, nor did anyone kill him with a bow and arrow, or a javelin, but he could only pull the reins back and forth, rush up, and then retreat, and soon he heard a noise behind him, and a group of black soldiers with the banner of Amun's sheep's head, without any armor on their bodies, marched barefoot like a fierce wind, towards the camp, which should be the second echelon of the Romans, and there was no mercy in the eyes of these people, It should be an army of traitors, used against me.

No, I can't die at the hands of these blacks, pride is not allowed, Arcilaus hesitated, and began to crouch down, fleeing through the gap between the Vibichinas and the Madjie Guard, towards a dense forest on the west side of the camp.

But Arp, who was at the forefront, spotted the general, and he blew it sharply with a bone whistle hanging from his neck, and then all the Medetier people quickly followed him and launched a fierce pursuit of Achilllaus.

The hunting spear kept falling on the back of Achilllaus's horse, and he ran along the dense forest in a little panic, but the horse's hooves tripped over a tree root, and fiercely lifted Achilllaus off his horse, and when he got up, his nostrils and eyes were full of blood, and he stumbled forward, touched a big tree, and then gasped and leaned against the trunk of the tree, and in his blood-colored vision, the figure of the black soldier kept flashing, and for a moment he knew that what he feared most had happened: he was going to die at the hands of this group of Nubian lowly soldiers, "But Beneniki my wife, Your beautiful head has been buried by me in a place that no one knows about, so—we'll meet in Hades. ”

After saying that, a bow and arrow swooped into the tree next to his ear, followed by a second and a third, which shot into his shoulder and lower abdomen respectively, and he bent his body in pain, he really didn't like this kind of suffocating death of being targeted!

But the Medetier still formed a half-circle, scrambling to shoot the arrow feather in their hand at the tree (to be continued......