The cavalry units on the side of the rebel army were actually the most intense in this battlefield, and the hatred and anger were also the most surging. Because not long ago, their lord was mutilated in such a despicable way by the other side.

Fortunately, Kress had been rescued at this time, and there was no fear of his life, but this account could not be left uncollected anyway.

Many of them are also Gaolu people from the same township as Cress. The comradeship-in-arms and the love of fellow villagers made them extremely bloodthirsty and violent. If they don't tear the enemy in front of them to shreds, they won't give up.

The mounts of the rebel cavalry seemed to feel the raging anger of their masters. They also desperately used all their strength to accelerate the sprint, writing their own style on this vast field.

The horse's hooves rolled like thunder, condensing into a rushing torrent. A gust of wind swept across the vast field, and the rushing wind was a true portrayal of the fighting spirit of the cavalry of the rebel army.

A heavy iron spear was held to the chest by the heavy cavalry of the rebel army, keeping a reasonable safe distance between the riders in front and behind.

It allows them to play their momentum to an endless effect, but also allows each rider to get the most out of their sprint in the final sprint.

Facing this strange pistol charging formation. Even if the Roman cavalry on the opposite side hadn't seen it, how could they not feel the terrifying majesty.

Many of them have feelings of fear, regret and even despair. But it's too late, all they can do now is sprint as far forward as they can.

Finally, the two cavalry finally collided head-on. On one side, the heart is as hard as iron and stone, and on the other side is melancholy, hesitation, fear, and regret.

In addition, there are obvious differences in the quality and equipment of the original personnel on both sides, so the results of hedging are obviously visible.

Like the cavalry units of Septus before them, the riders in the front row were stabbed under their horses by the spears of the rebel riders.

The terrifying force of the collision, as long as it was hit, it was impossible to tighten the reins and keep the horse in its normal position. There is only one result, and that is to fall off the horse.

On the rebel side, facing the powerful energy from the opponent's body, they can rely on the stable borrowing of the mature system of pedaling the saddle to maintain their center of gravity well.

After a slight adjustment, he continued to charge towards the enemy behind.

Seeing this cavalry battle, the old division of Septus was full of empathetic sadness, and in terms of current comprehensive combat ability, there was simply no force that could shake the opponent's sharpness.

So they made a very wise choice. Even if Graeber continued to fight so forcefully, they would only choose to withdraw from the battlefield as soon as possible and seek refuge with other troops.

Graeber, of course, was also frightened by the terrible war that followed the cavalry hedge. He had fought for many years, and he had never seen a cavalry force as majestic and unstoppable as the rebels.

Even the cavalry on the other side was beyond his comprehension from the technical level and the operational level. He understands that no amount of people can fill in this huge gap.

The only way to do this is to slowly withdraw the cavalry and not make any more sacrifices. Let's find a time for Crassus's troops to help them back. Stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood.

Graeber's subsequent redeployment of troops has already illustrated his naked retreat from all angles.

Fortunately, his troops are veterans who have been running in for many years after all. Graeber's instructions were also conveyed very efficiently.

As a result, Graeber's most elite troops were immediately withdrawn to the rear, giving up the larger front to a mixed force dominated by the Crassus Allies.

In fact, the troops sent by Crassusau were generally some old, weak, sick and disabled supernumerary personnel. It's okay to let them eat empty wages and live a life of gangsters, but it is undoubtedly a fool's dream for you to let them face such a powerful rebel army.

Graeber also noticed this, and he couldn't help but scold his Crassus for being a bastard. Obviously, as the most famous rich man in the Republic of Rome, he has such a bunch of wine bags and rice bags, and he can't even cut himself off at a critical time.

And it's the kind of type that collapses at the touch of a button. Not only was he untenable on the frontal battlefield, but he also rushed indiscriminately without organization and discipline, and swept away the very tight retreat formation he had originally maintained.

At this time, he can't let the capital team open the killing ring and slaughter this ally. Even if he doesn't have to worry about Crassus's revenge in the future, he won't have this time.

So the situation on the battlefield became chaotic again. Graeber's own troops were too difficult to stand out for.

He had no choice but to scold while carrying out the operation of leaving the car to protect the handsome.

At least he had to protect his side from the onslaught of a large rout. Ensure that you and the guards can evacuate this quagmire as soon as possible.

Therefore, sometimes the superiority of troops on the battlefield does not achieve absolute superiority, but only increases the difficulty and uncertainty of control.

This rush was the most painful and embarrassing experience Graeber had ever encountered in his life. The remaining one was in the midst of the fire at the Capua Arena, thanks to the same opponents.

He knew that even if he managed to escape this time, he would already be greatly injured. The accumulated baggage materials can no longer support the complete return of the whole army to Zhao.

The more than 40,000 troops on the frontal battlefield were too bloated and large, and Graeber had never commanded such a large battle until now.

Therefore, once the rout is broken, the negative effects have far exceeded his expectations and tolerance. As a result, it has become wishful thinking for him, his personal guards, and the most elite troops to minimize casualties and leave the battlefield as soon as possible.

The defeated army in the back constantly attacked the retreating troops in front of them, causing their retreat speed to be seriously disturbed.

What was even more terrifying was that in front of their retreat and escape, a huge and turbulent river appeared.

There were originally several wooden bridges over the river for the army to cross, so the road was not affected at all. But when they returned the same way, they found that the wooden bridge over the river was missing.

If you look closely, the wooden stakes scattered on both sides and even some are still floating in the water, don't they mean that these wooden bridges have just been demolished?

Is it true that this rebel army has three heads and six arms, and the front is in full swing, and there is still the strength to cut off their rear road in the back?

Just as Graeber's mind went blank, he suddenly noticed the flag raised on the opposite riverbank.

Isn't that exactly the flag of Crassus?

At this time, he reacted, and he left the largest rear in disguise to Crassus's army for defense, so the person who crossed the river and demolished the bridge was naturally Crassus.

Graeber and Azul did not suspect Crassus's intentions in suddenly joining the battle, but on the one hand, they felt that he was just a successful wealthy businessman with no experience in marching and fighting, so he was not worth being afraid of too much.

On the other hand, Crassus had invested 18,000 troops in the frontal battlefield to fight with them. This is equivalent to throwing a big chip in their hands in disguise, and they don't dare to do anything behind their backs.

But who would have thought that in this critical period of retreat and escape, he would encounter such a bad trick from his opponent.

And at this time Crassus himself actually appeared on the other side of the river.

Although Graeber didn't understand the other party's intention to do this, he also knew that there was no point in asking for help at this time, because since he decided to cross the river and tear down the bridge, he must have already had his overall plan.

I didn't expect that I had exhausted all my organs, and even sold my wife and family, but in the end, I reaped the consequences, and I had to fall on the betrayal and betrayal.

Crassus, on the other side of the river, watched with interest the reaction of Graeber's army at this time. And the adjustments made by Graeber's army and the preparation for another battle also made him quite satisfied.

At this time, the battlefield was still chaotic, and a large number of people were scattering and fleeing in a panic. In many cases, the rebels could inflict huge casualties as long as they pursued behind.

Naturally, the Roman army knew in their hearts the consequences of surrendering this rebel army. On weekdays, they trample on the lowly slaves they slaughtered at will, and once they become their prisoners, they will only end up with death.

As a result, there were very few Roman soldiers who intended to surrender to the rebels. And when they saw that the flag of their commander was erected again, and they had the command flag to reorganize the military formation, they suddenly felt a little relieved.

It was like a man who fell into the water grabbed the last straw and rushed madly into the army.

Graeber is facing a battle at this time, and there is no need to do too much pre-war mobilization, after all, the boiling river is ahead. , their back road was cut off, so they had to turn back to face the battle.

With no hope of escape, they should be able to muster the last bit of courage to survive and fight desperately.

Naturally, this is what Crassus on the other side of the river wanted to see. The reason why he chose to betray his opponent was precisely to watch the performance of this rebel army across the river.

On the other hand, it is convenient to take possession of a batch of valuable materials in Graeber's rear camp, after all, as the richest man in the Republic of Rome, he is actually not more than a little material.

He has been operating in the Romer business community for a long time, and he has already held a large number of lifeblood in the Romer business community in his hands. At this time, seeing the unstoppable opportunity of the Spartacus rebel army, he felt that it was time to go out of the mountain.

He saw the anxious situation of the people in the Senate of the Roman Republic, and even began to rush to the hospital, and even Graeber, a defeated general, had received so much help from materials and personnel.

Naturally, as a shrewd businessman, he also saw huge business opportunities and the best opportunity to enter politics and take charge of the army.