"Selusian"

On the whistle, Roman soldiers shouted hysterically, but in the sky, arrows with flames covered them densely, and the originally silent camp suddenly became noisy. Someone just rushed out of the tent and was nailed to the ground. The sound of arrows falling densely on the tent area was full of crackling sounds. The flames licked the flammable felt. In the dry and hot summer climate, the wind caused a huge fire.

In front of the central tent, Fretenses opened his eyes wide and watched the fire rain fall. The red light shone out his panicked silhouette running, shouting: "Get the soldiers, blow the assembly trumpet, all gather in the spacious area, don't panic."

As he ran, half of the square camp fell into a fire, and the wooden sticks that had set up their tents collapsed in the burning. In his sight, a Roman centurion rushed out with flames and collided with a chaotic crowd, causing greater chaos. The soldiers who had not yet run out were buried in the burning tent, and the flames continued to burn and spread rapidly.

"Let the commander of the legion and the veterans who had already gathered out of the camp!" Fretenses found it difficult to maintain his former elegant image. The thick smoke left black marks on his face. "The auxiliary soldiers and barbarians who were in a panic and disobedient manner do not pay attention to it, go outside to reorganize their formation first!"

The deputy general around him ran away quickly. He kept holding the eagle-winged sword and constantly gave orders to the commanders. The flag-holder gave orders. When he encountered a panicked figure running past him, he slashed the man to the ground with one sword. The flames reflected his hideous face and stared at the people around him: "The warriors of Rome, follow the formation and rushed out of the fire, and all went outside to reorganize the formation! Don't panic and crowd around."

"Olus, where are the people of Cassieupez?!" Fretenses coughed choked by the smoke, turned around and shouted at the battalion commander behind him, and the tax officer said, "Go inform them immediately, I will see the team rushing out of the camp, otherwise the Roman sword will fall on their necks!"

After sending orders one by one, there were fewer and fewer commanders around him, and fewer and fewer camp commanders. He covered his nose and led the legion guards to the east camp gate. There was a horse shed with war horses parked. The fire was not so dense, and he could also ride a war horse to help break through.

Most of the Roman military camps tend to be square, with sharp and inclined wooden stakes and wide and deep trenches dug as defensive barriers around. The entire camp appears square and orderly. However, in the dry and windy summer season, the fire is difficult to control. Some Roman soldiers who are still sleeping are awakened, or choked, running around with the flames on their bodies. The huge flames cover their bodies and make terrifying, heart-wrenching screams, either killed by their own people or swallowed by the fire. Their bodies are gradually burned and curled up, shaking and twitching, and the oil sizzling under the flames until they are charred.

The wind blew over the fire and illuminated the sky. Under the thick black smoke, figures gathered in the spacious schoolyard, and coughs sounded one after another. These were Roman veterans who had been through battle formations. The moment the fire attack of the Orientals began, they subconsciously rushed out of the tent and gathered in the direction of the horn. At this time, most of them held their weapons in their hands neatly arranged, and only a few were bare butts, only daggers or shields.

The terrifying chaos continued throughout the camp, and the fear spread in all directions.

In the flames, on the school ground, Olus held a battle axe and pointed in the direction of the camp gate. The Roman veterans who were still fighting were rushing towards the other side frantically, squeezed away the auxiliary soldiers blocking the front. Fretenses saw the army start to move, and led the guards to open the gate in front, causing people to open the gate, cut off the suspension bridge, and pointed at the outside: "Heroic Roman soldiers, the rampant flames cannot swallow us, everyone rushed out, form formations and arrange the formations." Then, he took a sword and took the chaotic auxiliary soldiers coming from the surrounding area, and the barbarian cavalry stepped out of the camp gate together.

In the south gate, the commander of the legion named Cassieupez was rushing out of the suspension bridge with another Roman heavy step of more than 3,000 people. This place was originally opened to facilitate the auxiliary soldiers to get water from the river not far away. It played a role in escape at this moment. The commander was riding a horse behind, and the soldiers in the front had stepped on the soil outside. Then, in the sound of footsteps, the fire was not shining, a spear was thrown, and it blasted through the chest of a Chong Step in front, and it was endless, and it hit the shield of a man behind.

The attack came suddenly.

The moment the spear that suddenly threw came to a halt, dozens of Romans who rushed out shouted loudly and began to form formations. In front of their sight, a neatly arranged square formation took steps and slowly walked out of the darkness. There were a wide range of iron spears, and the collision was rustling. A young general, a lion helmet and beast belt, and a white robe and silver armor rode out on a horse and raised the spear head slightly.

Beside him, the bearded general raised his big sword and shouted: "Xiliang Xiongfeng"

"wind!"

The walls and oars hit the ground, and the spear was pressed down from the Xiliang infantry behind and pointed directly to the opposite side. In the darkness, countless feet approached the front with their pace, and the ground was restless around them. Cassieupez wiped his eyes. The formation and configuration of the Selius people on the opposite side looked too familiar with them. However, at the moment, he had no choice, raised his sword and shouted: "Warriors, rush out and let them see how the proud Roman eagle defeated his enemies."

"roar!"

Hundreds of veterans around him were tense, and they yelled in response to the words of the Legion Commander, slapped their shields with weapons. Then, dozens of heavy steps came out in front of him to charge, leaving space for their companions behind him to come from the suspension bridge. A centurion led dozens of soldiers to shout, raise their shields, exert force, and step out of the soil. He instantly ran into the gun array standing in front of him like a tide.

The guns were throwing each other and flying, and they were blocked by the big shield. At the same time, Pang De shouted: "Stay!" The Xiliang soldiers who formed a formation in the front row stopped and inserted the back of the iron spear into the soil under their feet. The next second, the armored figure with the shield charged hard.

Boom boom boom boom

The loud noise of the collision between the shield and the spear exploded in the moment of contact. Someone was stabbed to death by the spear before they got close. Someone hit them, and the huge impact force hit both sides shaking. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

On the left side of the riding formation, Ma Chao slowly rode his horse and took a step forward, staring at the commander of the horse riding legion among the Roman soldiers who were gushing out, revealing his white teeth.

"It's you," he murmured softly, and the horse's hooves slammed.

The surging Roman heavy step was still charging, Cassiuse was still commanding and ordering, Yu Guangzhong felt that he was staring at by a gaze. When the red mane swung, a figure riding a horse raised his gun and rushed into his sight. The lion helmet and white tassels and white robe and white armor stimulated his eyes. He waved the heavy gun and slapped the iron helmet of a Roman heavy step. The soldier flew away with blood spraying his mouth and nose, and the war horse instantly rushed into the crowd.

The golden spirits fought, and when they turned, blood and flesh splashed, the tiger-headed spear smashed a short sword, inserted it into the centurion's face with a mane, and pushed the corpse forward fiercely in the crowd. On the face stained with blood, he swung his arms and picked up the corpse and smashed it into the bodies of several Roman soldiers who rushed over. The reins were tied, and the war horses were neighing, and the man stood up, the brocade white cloak spread out, and the voice roared: "I am Xiliang Ma Chao"

The heavy gun was smashed down, the shield was shattered and splashed everywhere, and the figure behind the shield fell to the ground, holding the crooked and broken arm, screaming shrillly, and the broken bone spurted out a piece of skin. Then, the horse's hooves stepped down fiercely, slamming the person's chest, continued to run, and swung the heavy gun forward, sweeping out a way out.

Cassiuse immediately saw the general of Selius suddenly coming, pointing at the tip of the sword at the other side and shouting at the Roman soldiers around: "Kill the Selius man, kill him, don't let him get closer." Then, he wanted to keep a distance, but on the suspension bridge, there were soldiers in front and behind, and he could not leave at all.

The next moment, the man came over and broke into the range of the fire. It was a young and handsome face. Cassiuse raised his arm very quickly and blocked the sword. The heavy gun body was hit by a loud bang. With just a thud, the sword flew out. Ma Chao reached his left hand to his waist, the cloak shook open, and a cold tar was pulled out of the scabbard and slashed.

puff!

The flesh and blood between the neck separated inch by the sword edge. Cassieupez widened his eyes, his dim vision gradually deviated, and then rolled, his vision pulled into the sky, shakingly overlooking the entire camp where the fire was ignited. From time to time, there were arrows with flames passing by in the sky. The chaotic figure was still running or climbing over the wooden railing and jumping out, being shot by the wandering enemy cavalry with bows and arrows, and the bodies spread out.

The sight spiraled back, and he saw the camp gate on the other side, and the cavalry of the Selius came roaring like the waves of the sea, dispersing the heroic soldiers who were hurrying to form a formation.

Then, nothing can be seen.
Chapter completed!