Thousands of war horses galloped up quite a lot, the guards on the city wall no matter how deaf and blind they were, it was impossible not to notice, the alarm bell rang, and the windows of the fortress shot arrows scatteredly, but because of the heavy rain, they all lost their direction, and in the panic, they didn't hit a single arrow.

Caesar laughed.

"I'm coming! I see it! Then all that's left is conquest! Noble Phantasm - Death of Crocea Mors!! ”

A golden light lit up in the night, and in the next moment it turned into countless sword lights, tearing the city gate in front of it to pieces like cutting tofu, and the pieces of wood fell with a clatter, and the thousand cavalry led by Caesar rushed into the city of Omrin along the wide open city gate as if they were in a no-man's land.

The stunned silence of the guards on the city walls, the frightened shouts of the curious civilians behind the gates, the rumbling of thousands of iron hooves, the sound of alarm bells sounded like a song of victory to Caesar.

"Soldier, shield! Don't let these rats into town! Stop them here for me!! ”

On the road ahead, neat Roman heavy infantry put up their shields and formed three columns, crowded into the streets where the cavalry regiments were running, and there were more soldiers in place behind them, if not thousands, and they were evenly matched in number.

But in high-end combat power........ Well, I'm afraid this group of people doesn't even have the concept of 'high-end combat power', after all, in this era of ignorance, even magicians are half-believed in the people.

In order to maintain the mystery of magic, magicians never let ordinary people know the truth.

Therefore, this era is actually the era of ordinary people.

Even in war, there are very few places where magicians are used. The nerds who will only study in the workshop are limited to providing cherished drugs and wacky magic tricks to the upper echelons of the state.

Only truly powerful magicians will be valued by the top as 'necessary combat power', but there are still very few times when they actually make a move.

It is even more difficult to see magicians in ordinary wars, and for ordinary generals, war is actually a game of tactics and hand-to-hand combat, and there is no place for magicians to show their strengths.

And Omlin, and more broadly in Rome, the most important class of troops was the 'heavy infantry' with shields, plate armor, and short swords.

And cavalry has never been valued in ancient Rome. A squad of 500 men, infantry accounted for 470, and cavalry numbered only 30.

The reason is also very simple, in the eyes of the Romans in this era, as long as the shield array is surrounded by spears, and any cavalry rushes over, you have to kneel, so why do I have so many cavalry, it is more difficult to raise war horses than people.

There were many reasons why the ancient Romans did not value cavalry, but in the end, the equipment was too rudimentary. It wasn't until the Middle Ages that there were iron men and iron horses, the spears of the infantry could not be poked, and the cavalry could rampage like chariots, and at that time no one really took the cavalry as a class to heart.

But in this era, the Romans like to wear skirts and bare legs to the battlefield, how high do you think the protective ability of the equipment will be?

This was true of the top empires in Europe during this period, not to mention other countries. In the entire continent, no one would go out of their way to guard against cavalry.

Even if several times their cavalry rushed over, the Romans were confident that they would be thrown off their horses and trample on their dignity.

But when a servant like Caesar was mixed in with the cavalry, the result was completely different.

With his inhuman physique and swordsmanship, Caesar cut his way forward like a hot knife cutting through butter. The soldiers with shields couldn't stop him, and he was swept away like ants.

The cavalry who followed Caesar did not miss the opportunity brought to them by the leader, and quickly widened the gap, with Caesar opening the way in front, and the cavalry using spears to kill in the back, it was like a massacre, and the heavy infantry who were originally full of confidence seemed to be powerless, and their eyes even seemed a little dazed.

Why was Rome's vaunted heavy infantry so vulnerable to cavalry? They don't know either.

Blood splattered on the streets, no matter how many layers of flesh shield there were, they couldn't stop the sword of the person who opened the way, and the trajectory of his long sword could even cut through the rain and hurt people in the air. It was like such a strange performance in the face of people, which made the faces of the two captains in the rear as funny as if they had seen ghosts.

But as the parties concerned, they can't feel the slightest sense of joy in this atmosphere, only infinite horror.

"Is that guy a monster!?"

"God, is that the executioner you sent to punish us sinners?"

After all, they were veterans of a hundred battles, and the dazed dazed only lasted for a moment, but when the two captains came back to their senses and were about to open their mouths to give an order, an unparalleled edge flashed, and their eyes slipped and rolled uncontrollably, until they saw two headless corpses that had fallen from their horses......

The other soldiers were terrified when they saw Caesar, who had beheaded the two captains under his horse with a flat face.

"The captain is dead!"

"Shet!"

"Damn it! What should I do now!? ”

"Avenge the captain!!"

Some soldiers rushed desperately, while others simply threw down their weapons and surrendered or simply turned and fled.

But sadly, Caesar admired the former even more.

For the brave soldiers, he will generously leave their whole corpses. Surrenderers and deserters were tortured to death by Caesar's cavalry, who did not even bother to kill them, not wanting his sword to be stained with the blood of a coward, which would rust his weapons.

The outcome of this skirmish was unforeseeable, and the demoralizing Omlin soldiers were no match for Caesar and his elite cavalry. In the blink of an eye, corpses were all over the streets, and there was a river of blood, and Caesar had no doubt that the blood on the ground would reach the soles of his shoes if he dismounted.

In this short period of time, they did not have the ability to kill all the thousands of people, and those who should have escaped still escaped, and the number was probably a few hundred.

But Caesar was sure that those deserters would not return. They will return home, dragging their scarred bodies and minds, hugging their parents, lovers, and children, trembling, afraid to step into the battlefield again.

Caesar had implanted the pure emotion of fear in the hearts of these people in a devastating way.

It won't be completely abolished, but at least it won't stain his eyes again for a while.

After a bloody massacre, Caesar could have driven straight into the town, but he knew that a thousand men could not compete head-on with Omlin's large army, let alone in the enemy's territory, so he simply ran away with the cavalry regiment.

A swarm of bees came, and a swarm of bees ran, not taking away a single cloud, leaving only the flesh and bones all over the ground.