"War ennobles and fears all who participate." - 14th century French poet Jean Flosate

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"How far away is the enemy!" Li Bida, who was under the flag, looked at the billowing smoke and dust coming out of Yazda on the opposite side, and asked Faobinas next to him.

Faobinus raised his hand, and several experienced former mercenaries of the Cyrene Legion tested their hands in different directions on the hillside, and said, "The vanguard is about ten furlongs away. ”

"Is it too late to set up the formation, I'm asking you, you are the commander of the Cyrene legion." Li Bida asked a second question to Faobinas. The other party shrugged his shoulders and said that even if our legion is well-trained, most of them are veterans with more than fifteen years of military experience, but it is still a little insufficient time to form a tight battle formation in such a short time.

He simply asked Arp to take thirty guards, including Meadjes, Lusitanians, and slaves from Sardinia, to follow him, carrying all the flags and the dazzling wagon, and galloping towards the river bank, and confessed to Faobinas, "I trust your legions completely, so I will personally lead the enemy away to gain time, and then I will go around to the back canyon and return here - considering that you are all mercenaries, I am embarrassed to let you fight unpaid battles, So now there is a short time to make a request, General Faobinas! ”

"Our legion only needs to be rationed land and houses in Cyrene in the future." Faobinas stood in front of Lypida's horse, waving his hands and shouting.

Li Bida nodded, "You must ensure my survival." to get what you want. With that, he grabbed the owl's belly. Rushed down the hill. Alp held a shield and carried more than a dozen pike darts, and followed closely.

After seeing His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief run half a furlong distance, Faobinas carefully observed the formation of the Hashidi cultists in his vision, which was a typical formation with two wings stretched and outflanked, so he quickly gave the order to set up the formation of his subordinate Kritas, who was skilled in the use of Salisha's spear.

The prominent left-wing of the Hashid believers is none other than David. Ankit's command position, where he concentrated all his cavalry. Personally taking the lead, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, gritting his teeth and holding the handle of his saber at his waist, pulling the reins in one hand, and constantly issuing orders to correct the direction to the left and right, all the five hundred cavalry of the Yazda Fortress were here, and when the cavalry in front shouted that they had found the flag of the enemy general, Anjit was slightly exposed to the gap between the smoke and the horses, and was about four furlongs in front (it was all grassland, and it was easier to see by eye). Lybidaeus's Amun banner and the golden carriage with it were speeding towards the riverbank, and he hesitated slightly. The desire to kill or capture the opposing boss alive occupies the high ground in the heart.

Because if the annihilation of the troops brought by the Roman general was the top priority, and Li Bida escaped, Ankit felt that the gains outweighed the losses, after all, the Roman conquest army occupied the advantage of numbers, materials and equipment, and their core was this great and cunning and brave general, only by catching him, the Hashdi sect really had a chance to turn over.

"Send a signal!" David. Ankit looked at the swimming Lybidaeus for a moment, and then gestured to the trumpeter who was galloping beside him, and the trumpeter took out the red flag from his small backpack under the saddle and waved it in his hand, and then the tower of Yazda saw the red flag, and quickly raised a large red flag at the top.

Seeing this signal, in the long grass on the bank of the river, two or three hundred Hashidi ambush soldiers armed with sharp spears suddenly stood up. Ankit had already prepared, they blocked the direction of Li Bida and began to stab at the general's entourage, the first three or five cavalry from the Spanish barbarians did not have time to protect, some were stabbed off on the galloping horses, and some fell from their horses and were killed by the surrounding Hashids with swords, but the owl was the most spiritual, carrying the master slightly back in a direction, brushing the ambush of this group of soldiers, and continued to run wildly. As a result, the Hashids aimed at Li Bida and threw out the throwing guns in their hands one after another, and about seven or eight flew towards Li Bida's body one after another.

"Arp!" As he was shouting, Arp flew up and blocked three of them with his shield, while the rest were out of sight, and whizzed to a position less than five Roman feet around Lypida, causing the owl to be delayed, for she instinctively repelled the gleaming murder weapon, and had to turn in place in order to find a new direction of escape.

At this time, Arp stuck his shield in the mud, opened his bow left and right with both hands, and threw a dozen or so shuttle darts as if they were flying, without any mishaps, and the Meadjie guards who came behind also drew their bows and arrows, and together with the dismounted Spanish swordsmen, they blocked the pace of the ambush soldiers, and everywhere there was the reflection of blades, and the shouts of killing—and Li Bida shouted to the slaves behind him, and threw the golden carriage in place, and we continued to walk in the established direction!

The obedient servant threw the golden chariot into the grass, and at this time the entire cavalry of the Hashedi, and even the rest of the soldiers and horses on the left flank, were in pursuit under the leadership of Ankit, but many believers saw that the chariot abandoned by the Roman general, which was inlaid with gold and turquoise, and hung with arrows and bows, all made of silk and ivory, pounced on it and cut and dug fiercely, only David. Anjit jumped over with his horse, and with dozens of elite followers, he continued to pursue Li Bida.

"Bastard, Liberdaus, if you are still a true warrior who wants to be glorified on the battlefield, turn around and look at me, and we will fight face to face!" Ankit, who was riding a black steed behind him, shouted defiantly at Li Bida, who was running wildly in the saddle four hundred Roman feet away.

Who would have thought that this man did not seem to have the glory in his heart at all, but only looked back at his pursuers in horror, and then leaned down and fled with a greater pace! However, the owl under Li Bida's crotch is a mare after all, and it is slightly inferior to Ankite's Persian half-breed stallion from the Medes (at that time, it can be said that it is the best horse production area in the world), and the slaves behind Li Bida have turned back to fight to the death, trying to save time for the commander-in-chief, and the two sides are fighting along the riverbank. Ankit was unmoved, he had only one goal, and that was Li Bida!

Within thirty Roman feet, Li Bida finally turned back helplessly, and then faced David who rushed wildly. Ankit threw two javelins in succession, both of which were dodged sideways, and then Ankit's figure rose in the saddle and flew to pounce Li Bida from the horse, and then the two fell with their arms and rolled and wrestled together on the ground. (To be continued......)