The crowd with dying aspirations roared and rushed to the battlefield of war.

When countless steps were thundering onto the wilderness, the mottledness cast from the gaps in the forest, reflected Fretenses' victory smile, "...... The brave Selius... is so simple." After the words came, he raised his hand and the trumpet blew the horn.

The battlefield is a game. In the past month, he was familiar with the army of the Eastern Empire and did not want to repeat the Crassus who had once been expeditioned to the East and died in the Central Asian grassland. Similarly, although the number of people on the other side was not as strong as his, he did not have the powerful supplies and supplies of the troops in the past. The fierce war would only cause the only legion that had set foot on the soil of the Eastern Empire to die in a dilemma.

After initially killing a village with revenge, Fretenses was a little regretful at first, until he learned that the soldiers of the Han country in the East were not that powerful, except for the worries that could not replenish the source of the troops, everything became simple under the proud eagle.

"Are the Seliusians stupid or are they too fond of their compatriots if they don't give up a dead piece?" Fretenses slowly pushed the horse out of the ambush forest field. The Roman soldiers under his command were gathering and moving, and their figures were all in their sights, and they began to advance towards the opposite side.

When the wind blew, he turned his face to the messenger beside him and whispered: "Kill them all, this is the respect that this resolute army of Selius should have."

Wow!

Wow!

Woo woo!!!

The trumpets of command were blown by the trumpet's footsteps, and the buzzing steps continued in the field for two miles. The footsteps vibrated the land. The square formations on the left and right wings were accelerating under the guidance of the centurion and the flag bearer, forming a semicircular siege posture.

On the field, above the running team, the broken Han flag was flying. Zhang Yang frowned with a long sword and looked at the Roman army that was about to form a huge semicircle on the left. He gritted his teeth and left the bunker and fence. With the current number of people, he could not resist the other party at all. When Cao Tuo raised the Han flag, he had thought about what kind of situation he would face...

"Ignore the infantry of the Qin people, take the opponent's cavalry directly, and rescue the general."

He glanced at the figures surrounded by the fields, turned around without hesitation, ran forward, and roared: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Don't pay attention to them!"

"kill!"

The sound of killing spreads, and the speed under his feet accelerates again. He also widens the distance from the Roman infantry phalanx over there, and quickly approaches the chaotic cavalry. Then, with a bang, someone pounces on his body and is pierced and hung up. The tip of the knife in his hand also pierces into the horse's body, and the crowd of people running wildly spreads...

"Ahhhhhh"

The Han flag was piled up, and Zhang Yang led dozens of personal soldiers to kill from the middle as the front, yelling with his mouth and shouting, and the sword rushed towards the war spear. Countless sword lights beside him, gun shadows and shadows and sparks splashed in the morning light. When the horse fell down, the Roman cavalry quickly stood up with a shield, one head higher than Zhang Yang, shouting fiercely, waving his sword to touch the shield in his hand, and roared and pounced on him.

Cut off!

With a loud bang, the sword was pressed hard, and Zhang Yang's mouth was a little numb. The Roman soldier suddenly hit his shield and rushed forward. When he took two steps back, blood splattered on his face. The personal soldiers next to him looked at the arm that raised the shield from the side, and fell to the ground with his hands and shield.

Zhang Yang roared "Ah!" and took two steps forward. With a fierce sword, he cut down the neck of the foreign soldiers who were screaming and screaming. His head flew with a painful expression. The plasma gushed wildly and the body fell down.

Huhu... He gasped heavily and looked around. When a cavalry came over, his personal soldiers stepped forward to stop him. He shouted: "Take the general! Keep the son's scripture"

In the chaos of turbulent fighting, three thousand infantry rushed into the two thousand Roman cavalry and wanted to tear a gap so that the few remaining Black Mountain cavalry who were besieged in the middle could escape. However, people were crowded with people and horses, killing them in a ball, and the vision was covered, and people were everywhere. Someone heard the voice of reinforcements and moved towards the edge. In the chaotic sea of ​​people, there was also a voice shouting: "...... Go back! Zhang Yang! Take people back, don't come, this crime is my fault, and it is hard to forgive if I die!"

He was covered in blood and brought the only five personal soldiers. He roared and tears fell.

Outside the skylight, Fretenses narrowed his eyes, looked at the white clouds in the sky, made a gesture to form a semicircular formation, and withdrew his steady pace. Then, the eagle flag spread its wings, and more than 10,000 Roman infantrymen took steps and ran towards their prey.

***************************************

White clouds are like trunks, and the morning light passes through the clouds. The Jin River below slowly moves from west to east, and the sound of horse hooves comes from the southwest in the distance.

Step by step...

Wow

The horse's hooves stepped across the earth and jumped into the water and splashed water.

One cavalry, two cavalry, ten cavalry, hundreds of cavalry... The Xiliang Light Cavalry, who had wading across the river with a figure guarded by dozens of cavalry in front of him, was led by the cavalry, and the white robe and silver armor. He held a tiger's head and swallowed the heavy gun. He rode his horse and turned his face. He looked towards the long dragon-like infantry that had been dozens of feet on the other side before reaching the shore, with a loud voice: "Ling Ming, cross the river quickly!"

Three thousand infantrymen, on the horse's back in front, Pang De carried a big knife with a truncated knife. The head was shorter than an ordinary big knife, but the back of the knife was much thicker. He called the soldiers to splice the raft that had been tied on the shallow water, and then directed the infantrymen to cross the river. He shook his head on the bank: "Before leaving, the lord reminds the last general, remember to be impatient, let the white wolf man take the lead in this battle."

"You have to listen to me when you come out, so you can hurry up."

Under the tiger-headed iron helmet, his handsome appearance frowned slightly, and Ma Chao urged him impatiently, and then turned around and rode forward. Even if he was anxious, he would not make the mistake of being out of touch with the front and back teams. He just muttered softly: "...... I listen to my father's everything, just don't come out with me."

He glanced behind him again, turned his eyes toward the direction of the clouds in the north, and sighed: "It's so slow."

To the northeast, a team of thousands of horse stairs mixed with horses and stairs finally saw the city blocks in the clouds after half a month of trekking. The knight holding a tiger's sword rushed to the city gate. At this time, the city gate was already martial law. When the few remaining guards held their bows down, he held the sword and turned around the war horse and shouted upwards: "Hua Xiong, the general under the command of the governor Gongsun, the guards on the city came out to answer."

The figure above walked around, and then an armored city general poked his head out: "At this time, martial law was strictly imposed in the clouds. General Zhang Zhishu Zhang said that the war was endless and the city gate was not open. The last general did not know whether General Hua was authentic or not. I am sorry that I could not open the door. If it was reinforcements, I could go straight west twenty miles. General Zhang and General Qian were fighting with the thief."

"It's a labor!"

It is reasonable not to open the city gate. Hua Xiong bowed his hand and turned his horse around. Gao Sheng in the team touched his bald head and came forward: "What? They didn't guard the city?"

"Fight twenty miles west of the city."

Gao Sheng slapped his head hard, spitting with a crooked nose and mouth, cursing: "Damn, I, Gao, are stupid enough. There are people who are even more elm-headed than me. If you can't beat me, just imitate Pan Wushuang. What kind of eggs are you fighting for? The leader's soldiers are not ruined like this. When they retreat, they will beat Qianzhao and Zhang Yang."

"Old Gao, you are in the back, I will take a thousand cavalry to see the situation first. If you can save it, you will save it. If you can't save it, we will rush together once when you come."

After saying this, Hua Xiong did not wait for Gao Sheng to answer, and made a gesture, slammed his horse and rushed out. The only thousand cavalry in the team also ran along, rolling up dust and smoke.

"Old Qian...you must not have something wrong." The bald man with a hard mouth and soft heart murmured, then he shouted to the infantry behind him to follow him.

***************

On the battlefield to the west, Zhang Yang's four thousand infantrymen still entered a collapse.

The spears and arrows were flying. When the tall shields arrived, they were close soldiers and the light short swords continued to fall on the human body. In terms of individual soldiers, these soldiers from the West were more lethal. The soldiers under Zhang Yang resisted vigorously, but the range under his feet continued to shrink. The Roman soldiers, led by the centurion, stepped on a corpse and surrounded him.

People outside shouted and resisted, while on the other side, they kept rushing and wielding the Roman cavalry that had stirred up the chaos. Zhang Yang's face was covered with blood. He dragged a figure sitting on the ground and waved his long sword to the back. In the chaos, he cut over someone and turned around and shouted: "What kind of hero do you think, go back! Go back with me!"

"My leg is injured and I can't leave, you go! You go, don't worry about me."

Qianzhao sat on the ground and was dragged by the other party. He cried and fought hard with a short spear that was stabbed. Someone rushed over and knocked the foreign soldier away. He slashed the wide sword and slashed the opponent's chain armor, pushing the soldier back with force. Du Bo Su Ren came over. His body was stained with blood. A scar on his face passed half of his forehead. He could hardly open one eye. He rushed up and pulled the siege on the ground and carried it on his back. He shouted ferociously: "General Zhang opened the way."

"Okay!" Zhang Yang led several people to the front and tried hard to penetrate the east. His voice was hoarse: "Get out and notify the comrades around him to kill him."

The earth under the sky was covered with chaotic figures. His voice was not much heard on the boiling battlefield. There were only hundreds of people and more than two hundred Black Mountain Cavalry on the way, but they were all injured. While fighting hard to break through, they shouted loudly to attract their companions to come and form a formation and rushed outward. Even if there were few soldiers returning in the middle, there were not many. The companions who were responsible for resisting outside gradually disappeared from their vision and fell down. The blood-red color covered their vision, and more Roman auxiliary soldiers and heavy stances approached.

During the fight, someone was silent for a moment and said softly: "Zi Jing... do me a favor."

Hold the move and raise your head.

Something was handed over, and it was a piece of stacked cloth. Zhang Yang chuckled: "...... Ask someone to send it to Fengxian for me." Then, he raised his hand.

"This letter?" Qian Zhao hesitated for a moment, but still put it in the armor. When he turned his head, his arm hit him with his armour and the hilt of the sword hit him with a bang. His eyes suddenly turned black and he fell into a coma and lay on Su Ren's back.

Zhang Yang asked someone to move a horse to Su Ren and let Su Ren go: "Take the general away."

"General Zhang...whether you?"

"Me?" Zhang Yang patted his abdomen with his hand. The armor had cracked. He covered his stomach and shook his head: "I can't leave... I can't leave, let alone I am not a minister of Gongsun Zhi, but a general of the great man. Even though he died, he had no regrets!" The voice paused, and he pushed the hesitant figure and shouted: "Go! Get on the horse."

Zhang Yang raised his sword and walked forward. More than a thousand people surrounded him and protected more than 200 cavalry in the middle. Then... he charged directly westward, which had not yet been closed. The screaming waves hit the big shield in a surging wave. When the javelin stabbed, they also exchanged their lives for injuries, stabbed the weapons in their hands with the other party's arms and shoulders, and shouted: "Together"

"push!"

More than a thousand voices followed, their heels were sank into the mud, and some people still had gun tips in their bodies, their faces twisted in pain, and they burned their last strength to roar, and squeezed in one direction. For a moment, it was like an angry tide stomping on the ground, and the bodies and shields that were squeezing and pushing each other layer by layer, rubbing against weapons.

The moment everyone exerted force in one direction.

A Roman centurion tried to stop him and reached out to drag a wounded soldier away. He held the shield on his head. The next second, the shield was pressed down with great force and his body pressed under the shield. In a blink of an eye, hundreds of steps stepped over from above with the weight of the human body, and the mouth and nose were pressed down. Roman soldiers rushed over on both sides, and were pushed away by the crazy figure, dragging it out of more than ten feet of blood.

Zhang Yang and the soldiers around him swung their swords, shouted loudly, and entered the weaker array, "Let's go! We can only send it here."

In the middle, the horse team of more than 200 people neighed. Su Ren gritted his teeth and looked at the figure who was staggering and covering his stomach and fighting. He shook the reins and grabbed the horse's belly. With a sound of "Hold!", he rushed towards a gap that had been torn by the Roman soldiers with the remaining Black Mountain cavalry, rushed out of the encirclement and ran wildly towards the west.

The Roman chain armored cavalry rushed up from behind, and Zhang Yang held a long sword in his hand and said the last words to Cao Tuo, who was still holding the Han flag: "Let's go ahead!"

Then, he was killed and defeated by the cavalry.

Su Ren looked back and saw the broken Han flag falling in the sea of ​​people. The cavalry of the Qin people squeezed out the formation and chased them. He shouted: "Don't look back, keep going!"

A javelin flew over and nailed it to the back of a Black Mountain cavalry beside him. The body fell down. A centurion unloaded the re-spout gun on his back, held it in his hand and aimed at another person again. With a whoosh, a black shadow came from the side, hitting his shoulder, and the javelin landed on the ground, looking over in surprise.

A roll of smoke came roaring.

"Thief..."

The powerful roaring sound swept into the sky. The moment the horse's hooves turned over the drafting clips, the rumbling cavalry crashed into the sky.

Under the sky, one man and one horse were the first to raise the long sword on the tiger's mouth like a dream.

"Sellius' reinforcements..."

The centurion screamed, pulled out the arrow embedded in his shoulder with one hand, drew his sword to meet the opponent. The next second, the blade cut down with a cold light, and a loud bang and a huge force pressed against the short sword and pressed on the Roman centurion's breastplate.

Wow

The heavy blade pulled down violently again, half of his body cut off obliquely, flew backwards, and plasma and organs spilled all over the ground from the air, Hua Xiong roared with his sword.
Chapter completed!