The troops of the Combine and Omlin were neatly arranged, and the dense soldiers stood on the battlefield like black thorns as sharp as needles, facing each other from afar.

At this time, there were nearly 20,000 soldiers standing on the plain, but the plain was eerily quiet, and the atmosphere was solemn, as if something was brewing.

Before the battle began, the leaders of the two armies, Ariana, the lord of Caesar and Omlin, rode out of the queue with only one escort by his side, and stopped in the center of the battlefield, one smirking and the other looking at each other indifferently.

There must be a greeting before the war, which is the etiquette of the nobility.

Ariana didn't want to talk to someone who had slaughtered thousands of her men last night if she could, but battlefield etiquette still had to be observed, and she didn't want to be seen as an impertinent woman.

Ariana herself is a weak woman with no combat power, and she only fights to the battlefield to stabilize the morale of the army, so the escort she hires is the highest combat force she believes can be trusted, the immortal magician Simon Magis.

Clearly, she knew what magic was and was confident in the power it could show.

Caesar, on the other hand, is just an ordinary guard with him, after all, his own force is very high, and it is not of much use to bring a guard, and he doesn't know who will protect whom in case of an accident.

Liu Yuan stood in the middle of the team wearing the same standard equipment as the soldiers around him, looking at the two people talking in the center of the battlefield, looking a little surprised.

He was still thinking about which one was the servant who led a thousand horsemen to break through the east gate last night, but he didn't expect it to be Fat Caesar.

Truth be told, this one is far from being as easy to deal with as it seems. Although his combat effectiveness is only at the level of the third line, his real ability is actually reflected in his outstanding eloquence and commanding wisdom.

Is there anything more frightening than the discovery at the beginning of the war that the commander-in-chief of the opposing side is Julius Caesar, a military master who has left a name in history?

But fortunately, the opposite side is strong, and their side is not without a backhand.

Liu Yuan looked at the spell on the back of his hand and thought.

By the time his gaze returned to the center of the battlefield, Ariana and Caesar had already turned away on their horses, apparently dissatisfied.

Naturally, this situation was expected by everyone, and it would have been surprising if Ariana had pestered Caesar to shake hands cordially after meeting him.

At this point, no one should think about goodness, even if Ariana is willing to negotiate peace, her soldiers will not agree, and war is an absolute certainty.

Liu Yuan's left hand rested on the sword, his index finger rubbed against the hilt, and his gaze was calm.

War is such a thing, once born and twice matured, Liu Yuan is also very adaptable, and now there will be no more fear.

Of course, one yard to one yard, he is far from being numb to the battlefield, and he often feels fear, but he does not deliberately suppress this emotion.

People who lose fear also lose the real sense of fighting, which is a very dangerous thing in a life-and-death battle, and keeping fear alive can effectively help a warrior survive to the end.

He went to war to fulfill his obligations as Nero's subordinates, as well as his responsibility as a master to solve peculiarities. But staying alive is Liu Yuan's primary goal.

Murderers are always killed, and his subordinates have been contaminated with too many killings, and he may one day die at the hands of someone, but it is never here, it must not be here.

"Survive."

Liu Yuan muttered in a low voice.

"Woo~~!"

The loud and long sound of the horn resounded throughout the battlefield.

The young general at the front of the line drew his short sword, the tip of the sword pointing forward, and his gaze was resolute.

"Dedicate this body to Rome, and may the glory of the Roman Empire live forever!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! ””

Nearly 10,000 Omlin soldiers struck their shields with short swords, stopping three times, and the uniform sound shook the battlefield.

"For His Royal Highness the Emperor—" the young general hissed and roared, "charge!!" ”

As the commander gave the order, all the soldiers began to rush forward with a shout, and the enemy soldiers on the opposite side could be seen as well, and the two sides started almost at the same time.

Omlin's soldiers also maintained a regular movement during the run, and the ranks were not chaotic at all.

At the forefront were the most enthusiastic young soldiers, who were composed of five squads, about one hundred and fifty men, with a short sword pinned to their waists, and a heavy javelin and shield in their left and right hands, and they ran very fast, and when they approached the enemy about twenty yards, they threw their javelins in unison, as if they had been practiced thousands of times.

The Coalition also made the same tactic, with the javelins thrown by both sides flying into the air, and the armies on both sides apparently understood each other's usual tactics and began to evacuate before the javelins were thrown to minimize casualties.

After throwing their javelins, the young soldiers in the first row drew their short swords and began to charge, quickly approaching and colliding with each other in hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons.

When they were entanglement with the enemy, the soldiers of the sixth and seventh columns threw their javelins again, and the javelins rained down into the enemy's ranks, and the unlucky ones who were impaled through the body by the javelins let out a terrible scream, which was the soundtrack of war.

A few minutes later, the soldiers of the second column replaced the young soldiers of the first column, and the young soldiers retreated to rest.

Liu Yuan was mixed in with the soldiers in the second column. His comrades-in-arms were all men over the age of thirty, and theoretically his age should have been placed among the young soldiers in the first column, but thanks to the magic dress and enhanced magic tricks, he showed far more combat effectiveness than ordinary people of his age could reach, so he was placed in the second column as an exception to serve as the backbone of the battlefield.

With a sword in one hand and a Spartan shield in the other, he stepped forward and chopped the guy in his way to pieces.

That's right, unlike at the beginning, Liu Yuan has learned how to use a shield. In the chaos of the battlefield, the alternating use of round shields and long swords makes him invincible.

Defending, attacking, defending, counterattacking—Liu Yuan continued this rhythm, almost forgetting the irritating screams and soaking up the thrill of the battle.

While Liu Yuan was fighting on the front line, the young soldiers in the first column also supplied javelins from behind and threw them for the second time.

The second wave of javelin rain caused the enemy to disperse again, and the soldiers of the third, fourth, and fifth columns took the opportunity to attack on two flanks and blend into the melee.

The tactics of the two sides coincided again, and after the second wave of javelins from Omlin's side, the Combine also threw javelins one after another.

Probably killed a little too much, Liu Yuan didn't even perceive the threat from overhead, and when the javelins fell, the enemy who was fighting in front of him was suddenly nailed to the ground by the javelins falling from the sky.

Liu Yuan was stunned for half a second, and before he could react, his right shoulder suddenly ushered in a huge heaviness, as if he had been hit by a boulder, causing Liu Yuan to fall to the ground involuntarily, and unimaginable pain came from his right shoulder.

"Uhh!!!hh Liu Yuan cried out in pain, he gritted his teeth and looked at his shoulder, where there was a javelin nailed, and his entire shoulder was pierced, and the blood gushing out quickly wet his clothes.

Just when Liu Yuan was thinking about how to get rid of self-help, a young soldier rushed over with a sword and murderous spirit, knowing what he wanted to do to himself without thinking about it.

Liu Yuan did not hesitate to call for off-site rescue.

"Olga Marie, help me!!"