"No one gains what no one else gains." - Plilius. Selous

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The left flank of Pompey's army bore the brunt of the attack, and they remained on the alert of the previous state, with cavalry and elephants in tandem at the forefront, and infantry in the rear, carrying shovels and pickaxes, carrying out the unfinished ramparts. At this time, they saw Caesar's "lark" five legions, most of them fierce and lightly armed swordsmen, shouting the Celtic battle horn, blowing the golden horse trumpet, rushing in front of the 12th and 15th legions in a furious tide, flying above their heads with the hunting spears and arrows fired by the 15th legions in the rear column, waving the long swords in their hands, and actually killing directly towards the elephant herd.

In the sound of a rumbling, the light chariots lit on the front of the chariot also charged with the lark army, and they galloped into the Numidian cavalry herd among the elephants with their long scythes that were rapidly buzzing and turning with two wheels, and the broken limbs of men and horses flew together. The elephant herd itself was trampled by the accurate and dense fire of pikes, hunting spears, slings and buckshot from the fifteenth legion, and the brave lark legion, after receiving Caesar's training in "how to fight elephants", was very skillfully divided into teams of ten and twenty people, and they did not take a defensive position like Li Bida, but each surrounded an elephant, directly took the long sickle and oars used by the oarsmen of the ship in their hands, tied a sharp blade to their heads, and lit a fire and burned it, and stabbed and stabbed at the elephant's unarmored body. The result was exactly what Li Bida expected. These large animals are actually the most vulnerable. They were more afraid of sharp and tiny weapons than humans, and soon some of the elephants were killed, a group of them overwhelmed their formation, and a few of them spun in circles and went berserk.

Many of the elephant masters immediately executed their huge mounts with their own spinning sticks, but then they were pulled down by the brave Gauls, and they themselves were executed by the long sword.

Finally, there was an elephant that was driven crazy by flying stones and a long sickle. In the chaos of the battle, it knocked over a slave of the Fifth Legion who had come up to collect the spoils of war, and then fell to his knees with a cry of rage, and crushed the slave alive, and then a centurion of the Fifth Legion bravely rushed forward, only to be held up by the beast's long trunk, just like Lybrus, but fortunately he was using a long sword, and his arm was always exposed, so he slashed the elephant's trunk, and finally chopped the part to a bruise. He could only put it down with a scream, turn and run away. Several other soldiers of the Fifth Legion then pounced on it and sawed the elephant's leg with a long sickle, but it could only kneel down in pain and never move again, indicating surrender and no longer daring to resist, so the brave slaves of the Fifth Legion also came up and took it with chains and ropes, and "captured" it as a trophy of war.

The Numidian cavalry, who were covering the elephants, or who wanted to be covered by them, also turned and fled under the onslaught of chariots and infantry, so that the Twelfth and Fifteenth Legions, which continued to follow behind, also rushed up to the fortifications of the left flank of Pompey's army with the fifth legions, and engaged in a brutal battle with the enemy who had thrown down their tools and taken up arms to defend them, and everywhere the slogan of "victory" was heard, and the fire illuminated the night like day, and the Pompeians of Tapsus and south of the South of the Meknin Salt Lake were all terrified.

The two legions on the left flank were also killed, and the first rampart of Pompey's front line was breached, and all but a few of the men who fled were killed in despair and terror, followed by the second and third

Vibrius, the chief centurion of Pompey's First Legion, holding the banner of the golden hare, stood in front of the corpses of the ground after all the soldiers around him were killed or wounded, and loudly encouraged his soldiers, asking them not to abandon the banner and the Lord Dictor Lotus, and then in the darkness and firelight, Caesar's Severic cavalry with the sound of roaring horses' hooves rushed over, and the javelin thrown pierced the forehead of Vibrius, but he did not fall, and there he clung to the pride of the legion, with the remaining instinct, One by one, the cavalry swept past him, and more and more javelins were pierced around him, gradually turning into a hedgehog-like sculpture, until several slaves armed with axes and clubs cut off his hands and took down the banner.

At this time, Pompey had just walked out of Myknin Town with Peletaeus, together with Peletaeus, and was about to go to the front line to supervise the battle, but he directly saw the defeated soldiers fleeing like an avalanche, and he understood everything, the first, second, and sixth legions, all of which he had been operating dismally for many years, and he was at ease with the combat effectiveness of any of them, but now—that is, the great Pompey, the invincible Pompey, probably after a complete defeat, with all his glory, Dissipate into the dust of Africa!

But he still had to die like an eagle, and Pompey roared to all the defeated soldiers, "Turn back and die before the enemy, I, Ganeus. Pompey is with you! After saying that, he himself rode on horseback, took up a spear, wrapped himself in Alexander's cloak, and rushed up with his guards, as if he had returned to the time when he was twenty-three years old, the handsome curly-haired and shy man who inherited his father's army, and personally jumped on his horse and held a spear in battle, and stabbed the enemy under his horse, and at a young age won the title of "Imperato" in the army, all the people loved him, and all the nobles were jealous of him, "Follow me to charge, Pompey warriors!" He shouted cheerfully and passionately, as if his own side had won and was chasing the enemy's defeated army.

Pompey's figure was in the melee, but at the moment the battlefield was full of shouts of "feri" and "feri", which was the customary slogan of the Roman army, chasing and defeating the fleeing enemy, but the shouts were all Caesar's soldiers, and this wave even reached the city of Tapsus, and the thirteenth legion staying in the blockade was "slaughtering" the Tapsus who fled from the city.

Because the land and sea of the city were all sealed, many people could only swim in the water, through a small gate against the sea, holding wooden planks and trying to swim to the land, but this area was all controlled by Petnius, the lieutenant of Li Pida, and placed four bellows and twelve scorpion crossbows, as well as two brigades of archers, and one after another fire dragons swept over the water, it was an extremely narrow beach, the water was waist-deep, and the Tarsus had to trek this distance to escape, but the flames from the bellows guns scorched their bodies and hairMany of them fell into the water with a wail, and those who managed to escape the flames and climb ashore were also killed by bows and arrows and throwing guns.

Hearing the shouts of "Feri" farther and farther away, the commander Petronius could not hold back, he summoned the six infantry brigades of the legion, and said, "The Tapsus have done nothing at all, so I am ready to attack, otherwise our legion will have no honor in this war." (To be continued......)