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The Empire has never had a Holy Renewal Total [Forbidden Water]

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The Empire has never been a sacred Forbidden Water

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The situation at the front was getting worse and worse, and with the Roman emperor, five of his legions were sent into battle one by one. The Roman legions had developed an overwhelming, absolute superiority on the front. There were even a few times when the commandos, led by the minotaur, almost broke through the Mongol array.

In the end, though, these crises were resolved by the cowardly dispatch of small reinforcements and the tenacious will of the Mongol soldiers to fight. But the frequency and speed of crises are increasing. And the cowardly Buhua has only eight hundred troops left in his hands. It looks like it will be depleted in a little while.

"No, no. If this continues, there is only a dead end, one by one, yes, I understand!"

While directing the battle on the front line, he is trying to think about tactics to turn the tide of battle. The brain was running rapidly, and the timid face looked a little pale. But the expression was ecstatic, extreme joy, and distorted.

In other words, I have thought of a way.

"Mongol warriors, follow me!" as fast as he could, completely ignoring the battlefield, completely ignoring the crumbling and imminent collapse of the front. If you don't spend time trying to control yourself and not think about those things, or if you use basic and correct tactics to fight, you can last longer. But it is absolutely impossible to turn defeat into victory, but if you use more aggressive, informal tactics, .......

"Let's attack! attack the Emperor!" shouted timidly, in order to boost morale, and to take the lead, in pursuit of speed. He took off his ornate cloak, hood, armor, and robes, and wore his upper body naked, with only a pair of trousers on his lower body, wielding a scimitar to block the stray arrows that were fired at him from time to time. I don't want to die at all, I just want to speed myself up, a little faster. And the only remaining more than 800 Mongolian light cavalry under his command also followed his example, throwing away the only bit of defensive equipment on his body, and following behind the timid Buhua.

They were completely disrespectful of horsepower and whipped their horses desperately. Let the war horse run to the fastest speed. Every now and then, someone is shot by a stray arrow and falls to the ground screaming. His companions did not hesitate to ride their horses past him. Speed, speed, speed, speed, speed

The timid Buhua, who is now in his Chinese New Year's Eve, is at the peak of his life, and his combat effectiveness and energy are top-notch. Although it can't be a fantasy novel, a night battle in the Bafang hidden knife style can only see the light of the knife without seeing the shadow, and the water can't splash in. But it is still possible to block the arrows on top of the galloping horse. And the last bit of Mongolian elite who followed him, everyone's skills are also quite good.

Although there were slight losses, when they made a detour back to the flank of the battlefield. It can still retain a certain combat effectiveness.

"We, charge!" After bypassing the battlefield, the Eastern Roman Emperor could already be seen under the banner of the Holy Trinity. The cowardly Buhua shouted again, still taking the lead, rushing towards Basil II!

Originally, the strategic idea of fighting by relying on the superiority of troops, and the tactical idea of constantly dividing the opponent's army through constant mobilization, were correct. But he made a big mistake: he sent out his fifteen standard legions, two archers, and two heavy cavalry legions, nearly 200,000 troops, and now, there were only three battalions of the Eastern Roman Janissaries left by his side...,

Although it is said that the strongest infantry sequence of 900 men in total, the Eastern Roman Janissaries, armed to the teeth, are outstanding. But just in case. Then he, the emperor of the world's top empire, can be regarded as a waste! The cowardly Buhua found out about this, and wanted to use this to make a fuss and capture the thief and the king. Turn things around!

However. This tactic was also very fast, and when they made a detour on the eastern side of the battlefield before they were discovered by the Eastern Romans, not many people noticed this small army of a few hundred men. But when they succeeded in a detour, began to think about each other, and charged towards the Roman emperor, there was no big scene of hundreds of thousands of people on the frontal battlefield. But it's much clearer.

"Damn! those heretics stop them!!" Basil II watched as a group of Mongols, naked, screaming wildly, rushing at him with great speed. The pupil suddenly shrank to the size of a pinpoint. With a wave of his hand, he shouted in a very eager tone.

Immediately, three battalions of the Praetorian Guard moved quickly, one of them formed a defensive circular array with Basil II as the center of the circle, and the other two arrays walked in a neat pace, mixed together, and ran towards the Mongols, one by one, all in heavy armor, running at a speed that ordinary people could only achieve with all their might, and breathing evenly. Keep the array neat! It's as easy as drinking water and eating for these Praetorian Guards!

"Go around! Don't fight them head-to-head!" Seeing a group of heavy infantry rushing towards his side with amazing momentum, he knew that this was the last remaining elite force of the other side. If you get entangled, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out for a while. And this "time" is enough for the other side to adjust the deployment of the army and dispatch enough troops to return to defense.

Fortunately, the speed of the Mongolian light cavalry is unparalleled in the world. The Mongolian horses could reach a high speed of 50 kilometers per hour even if they were ridden by heavy cavalry, and it was not impossible for them to exceed 60 kilometers per hour when ridden by light cavalry. And human beings or something, the world-class 100-meter runner should be about 10 seconds, and 3,600 seconds is 36 kilometers. It's not an opponent at all...... , is it too unfair to Ma to calculate like this?

Forget it. In short, the Mongol light cavalry showed off their horsemanship, and in the first few seconds they were about to collide with the Eastern Roman Janissaries, they made a sharp turn at a distance of about seventy meters, and then bypassed the Janissaries like a torrent of diversions, and at the same time, the cavalry opened their bows and arrows, and shot a rain of arrows and locusts, hoping to inflict some damage on these enemies. However, they don't know that one by one is just like this, and it makes things worse.

"Throw. The captains of the two brigades spoke almost in unison, uttering the word in a cold, unforcible voice like a machine. At the same time, the two Praetorian Guard brigades that were hurrying stopped advancing in an instant, drew out a heavy javelin in their backpacks, aimed it at a distance of seventy meters, and threw it at the Mongol cavalry on the opposite side.

The Mongolian arrow rain was like locusts flying in the sky, and the Roman javelins were like ten thousand long snakes! Although the scale of the exchange of fire between the two sides was small, it was the essence of the long-range strike force of both sides! It was amazing. In the end, the Mongol cavalry archers with recurve bows killed dozens of Roman janissaries, and their own losses were 200!

"How come?!" Seeing the opponent's javelin shooting towards him with a "buzzing" sound, the heart of the timid Buhua was beating violently, and the word "finished" flashed in his mind, and the timid Buhua didn't expect that the other party would have such a skill, and the enemy soldiers who fought with them before simply did not have the strength to throw the javelin so far! It is impossible to save enough lethality after throwing the javelin so far...,

Although the Mongol army was famous for its cavalry archers, they also had some cavalry units that specialized in javelins, but even they could only throw javelins for 50 meters with the help of horsepower. How can those people's wrists be so strong?!

In an instant, the opponent lost about a third of its troops. However, the Roman soldiers still felt a little regretful, if the other side had come closer and let their side have a round of javelins, then this defenseless light cavalry force would probably be doomed.

After losing 200 men, only 500 cavalry remained in the Mongol commando group, which continued to charge, and after suffering this round of setbacks, the cowardly Buhua was no longer sure that he would win. But no matter what, we have to fight! Five hundred cavalry, I really still have the strength to fight!

"Throw. "The same cold, machine-like words. At a distance of seventy meters, the Mongols were firmly beaten by a brigade left behind by the Eastern Romans with two rounds of javelins. The commando team, which had no words, suffered heavy losses, and lost more than 200 horsemen! Cowardly, Buhua was already completely crazy after rushing into the enemy line on horseback.

"Charge, charge, break through the opposing line!!" shouted timidly, and the horse slammed into the shield of a heavy infantryman. Let his arm bones "snap" and break into several knots. At the same time, however, the Praetorian Guard's spear pierced the head of his mount under his crotch, and with great force threw the timid Buhua from his horse. And the fate of the other Mongol cavalry who followed him was similar. The array of the Roman Praetorian Guards was extremely strong. It is indeed a bit whimsical to want to break through it with a group of light cavalry.

Timidly, he rolled on the ground, stood up again, and continued to move forward without discouragement, rushing in the direction of the banner of the Roman emperor. He wielded the scimitar in his hand, parrying the opponent's cooperating spears at great speed, constantly stabbing from all directions, and occasionally swinging a knife to counterattack. The target was always the most fragile neck of the human body, although the Eastern Roman soldiers also wore heavy scale armor and neck guards there. But the purpose of cowardly not spending is not to cut through. Instead, as long as the force is strong enough, hit the throat with the blade of the knife and let the opponent's throat shatter, so that you can kill!

However, the cowardly does not spend his martial arts, and the soldiers under his command are much worse. It's just that after rushing into the enemy formation, in a blink of an eye, the remaining two or three hundred Mongolian cavalry has lost more than half, and the rest are only struggling. The only thing left to move forward is the timid ones...... ，。 ）