"Beautiful Greece, sad remnants of glory. Gone, but immortal; Greatness, though it has sunk. —Byron

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Finally, the agitated trumpets sounded in the mountains on that side, and the three brigades of Galius rushed out in time according to the order, and bravely flanked the rear line of Pompey's army, and beat several of the intricately Allied infantry to the ground, and Peletaeus was cautious, so he hurriedly ordered to abandon the further attack, and the proud veterans of Pompey, who could no longer maintain their formation, retreated in disarray, and they fought hard for a day, advanced a little, and finally snatched a river and stream, Many of the soldiers buried their heads in them, gulped down the cow drink greedily, and after drinking the clear and sweet water, their stomachs began to be hungry again, and then the original pillar anesthetic psychology, such as "leader", "obedience", "glory", and so on, turned in the empty belly.

One of the soldiers could not hold back and began to cry, followed by several men around him, and soon the cries of the soldiers shook the earth throughout the positions and formations of Pompey's army, and this cry was even more tragic when they saw the crows falling and pecking at the bodies of their partners or enemies falling in front of them.

On the hillside, many of Li Bida's 27th Army Corps also wept.

"Everyone wants to live!" This is the most direct voice of everyone on this fierce battlefield, they are in a standard "siege" situation, and Sexetus and Peletaeus are going to fight. And Li Bida and Galius and others have to defend it.

"Sabo, distribute all the money and property of the army, and no one will be allowed to cry anymore!" Under the flag, Li Bida's cloak and armor were stained with blood and soot, but he still sat in front of the rod and ordered expressionlessly, "All centurions and tens, every half a sentry, take turns to patrol the camp. Prevent the enemy from sneaking up and escaping. It also prevents its own soldiers from fleeing - those who flee are killed on the spot. ”

Over there, in the midst of the earth-shattering cries, Sektus also took off his helmet. Curls were messed sideways. Tears in the sky. Standing in the midst of the weeping crowd, he confessed to Peletaeus: "Everyone sit on the floor and keep the posture of mourning." Those who are ready to face Caesar in the coming day, surrender. ”

"Tomorrow, I will select four more brigades, and then under the assault, the casualties of the other side have already exceeded half, and the last time to rush from the flank today should be their last reserve." Peletaeus was excited, as Pompey's oldest and most loyal old subordinate, he knew that if Pompey's youngest son did surrender, then the family's lintel would be greatly stained.

"I understand your feelings for the Pompey family, but now is not the time to pay attention to these false names, and although I respect people like Cato, I will never emulate him on the battlefield. What's the use of rushing through? The army is all gone, five legions, thirty brigades of allied auxiliaries, have long been lost, even if we can rush through the next day, how many people can you and I take back to Tarraco City? Six brigades, four brigades, or three? The same humiliation would have been for a commander to abandon his soldiers on the battlefield, and the whole of Spain would have fallen into the hands of Caesar without hesitation, and it would have been better to face the judgment of fate with his comrades after the battle. Sexetus said sadly, and then he sat down, and with a little flame from a branch, he scorched his already bent dagger, and then plunged it into the earth, and in the wisps of green smoke he continued, "There is no firewood, no fodder, and no wheat, and there is no point in fighting any longer, is it! The soldiers couldn't accept it, and they collapsed. My father's strategy was wrong in the beginning, he had been in Italy for too long, and he had divided the elite in the disconnected Spain and the East, giving Caesar a chance to break through, yes - I am commending Caesar the lascivious old bald man, who did a good job, and sent his legions in an orderly manner, first leading the main force to block our pace in the Pyrenees, and then having people capture Massella to get the sea route, and detour back to Lusitania to cut off our rear route. Next, all that was left was to flee in a hurry, and the province that my father had painstakingly run for so many years turned out to be so vulnerable. ”

In the flash of fire, Sexetus's father-in-law, Lipo, also sat on the ground, silent, and the mourning of the soldiers of the whole army upset him.

In the end, after a resolution, everyone approved Peletaeus's plan for a "last charge" in the early morning of the coming day, because the whole army collapsed in this way, and it was an out-and-out insult to anyone.

On the hillside, Li Bida also began to order that the account books, public seals, and soldiers' rosters he carried were burned one after another, "If Caesar's main force has not launched a general attack the next day, we will all die here, and these things are unnecessary." ”

In the raging fire, the generals were speechless, only Combano's eyes flashed, as if he was hesitating about something.

Suddenly, sharp-eyed and pointed to the river, he shouted, and several bonfires lit in the night, "It's the Sixth Legion of Corribella!" They crossed the river to reinforce them! ”

Angandinus painstakingly raised a number of small ships that day, and then went back and forth overnight, successively bringing in three brigades of new forces, and although these men brought half a day's provisions, they brought a decisive morale boost to the whole army.

The delighted Li Bida had already calculated that these three brigades were sufficient—in the early hours of the morning, he immediately had the three brigades of the Sixth Army line up along the hillside, all of them in bright armor and well-armed with weapons and shields, while the soldiers of the 27th Army Corps all stood in the queue behind them, holding flags.

When Peletaeus had finally gathered his men and marched towards the hillside in a dense formation, the soldiers were horrified to find that the enemy still had a strong back hand: new faces, bright and neat armor, mixed with orderly battalion flags and logos, standing in front of them like an unshakable iron wall.

Ignoring the rebuke of the centurions, the soldiers who were the most capable of fighting also lost confidence, dragged their bodies, and began to retreat continuously, all the qiē didn't matter, as long as this war ended early!

In fact, only two or three columns in front were the reinforcements of the Sixth Army Corps, and the soldiers of the Twenty-seventh Army Corps in the back had long lost the strength to continue fighting, and they completely stood up and put on a show, but it became the last straw that crushed Pompey's army.

Shouts of slaughter and hoofs of horses came from the west, and the four thousand horsemen of Vicintoli and Dussonvier also destroyed the wooden fence in the camp of Séctus, and the captives killed all the wounded, and rushed at Pompey's army from behind.

"Surrender all, I don't allow or need any more lives from my subordinates!" Sektus raised the tomahawk in his hand and shouted with all his might. (To be continued......)