To the northwest of Constantinople, along the Easter River, in the morning, in the morning, the sound of water was accompanied by the roaring horse hooves flying from the river bank, and a fast horse chased after it. The man led by the horse team turned around and raised his whip to point at the person who came. His voice was weak and hoarse, and he also felt anger.

"Go back and tell Stephanie that Dimat is not only her child, but also Gerald's nephew, not the bargaining chip in his hand!"

The knight who approached, turned over and got off the horse and ran over: "Your Excellency, we can't get over to Constantine at all. The Queen said that if we did not receive the threat, we must have been brought by Severu. We should now be in the Roman barracks of Anatolia..."

Under his fluffy blonde hair, Gerald tightened the reins, and his hand armor made a crackling sound. The thousand Germanic cavalry following him stopped. Looking at him in the faint light, you could feel the anger and unwillingness in the heart of the tall general. After a moment, Gerald on the horse raised his hand and shook it hard: "Go back..." In the messy team, many people breathed a sigh of relief. After several days of long journey, they were exhausted.

"..... Go back, go back!"

Bang!

The giant sword on his back hit the ground hard, and Gerald's voice suddenly sounded. He looked east: "If I had pursued him earlier, I might have saved Dimat, so I shouldn't have listened to a woman." His tone slowed down and he whispered: "I don't know how Dimat is now... I'm dereliction of duty."

The golden light pierced through the gaps of the clouds, and the undulating and rolling water waves flowed east from sight, passing through the gradually scattered earth, hills, and majestic cities. Below the clouds that stretched out along the skylight, the hot land raised smoke and dust, and war horses were in and out of the square barracks. The largest white tent in the middle was painted with red-bottomed golden wheat ears and crowns, and the flags were stroking in the breeze.

The cavalry who was sent to dismount nearby. The guard soldiers with muscle breastplates in front of the tent took the news from the other party, turned into the tent and whispered a few times in the ear of the commander of the Imperial Guards. The latter turned around and walked around the table with the map. The rustling sound of speech sounded for a moment. At the bottom, the gray-haired Severu snorted, "It's not enough... continue."

Throw that information aside.

The commander of the Imperial Guards, Sesarius, picked it up from the ground: "The Serius people are defeating all the lines, and good news comes from both battlefields in the north and south. The best opportunity is here, Your Majesty."

"It is not necessarily the trap of the Selius." Seville fought for half his life, and was not comparable to that of the juniors in experience. He stood up and held the cup, his eyes stayed on a fur in the corner, and the sleeping child curled up and took a graceful sip of wine: "The army of nearly 200,000 people in the Selius are now just winning some victory on the periphery. Are you proud? The truly valuable war has not begun, or the father of this child is making bigger ideas."

"His Majesty……"

The emperor, who was over fifty years old, waved his hand, "Don't say compliments, this will turn a cautious warrior into an arrogant idiot." He turned around and came to the map. At this time, several generals came in outside, and waved to them, and several generals surrounded them.

Severu put down his cup, held a long stick and pointed at the terrain on the map. The direction of the legion's attack: "There are nearly 35,000 enemies in the south battlefield, and there are about 30,000 enemies in the north. Although they are disintegrated, there are not many enemies."

"But most of them are cavalry, we can't catch up at all..."

"This is not a reason." Severu looked serious and glanced at everyone: "My army should not have such deviations. If the enemy is not wiped out, it is the dereliction of duty of the generals of each legion. Those fleeing enemies will come back to cut off your heads in the future! I told you when I was in Britain!"

In the stern voice, the man on the blanket was awakened and looked at the old man's back.

Over there, Seville looked at a general who bowed his head and knocked on the map with a long stick, and his tone slowed down: "...I forgot your head to the calmness of being a Roman soldier in a few victories? It is very likely that the pursuing legions have fallen into the trap of the Selius." The tip of the stick was on the east, west of the Assyrian province, and there was a red pen on it. He said: "... On the front battlefield, the Selius only placed Parthia, Dayuan's army, and a five thousand oriental cavalry, which was only 40,000 to 50,000 people. What are the ideas of that Eastern commander?"

"It may expose our minds and all the troops, concentrate them on the battlefield on the Eastern Front, and they will detour the rear and launch sneak attacks on us." A voice said.

"Yes!" Seville nodded from the side, took back the stick, and walked slowly behind him: "So, don't be anxious, defeat the frontal enemies first, surround them, and kill them little by little, just like cutting delicious snacks, eating them bite to the orientals to see who is anxious. Okay, go down and prepare."

"yes!"

After everyone left, the old man opened his arms and someone came to put on his armor. His serious expression smiled. He looked at Dimat opposite him: "Your father is such a commander who can hold on. At least I have seen it in the years of my war."

"I heard you talk." The boy leaned his golden little head, "But what if...my father really attacked you behind?"

Listening to the tender childish voice, the old man smiled without explanation. He slowly walked out with his arms, dragging his purple cloak, and the golden sunlight outside the tent shone on his face, and he looked slightly: "...... The sword of the Roman emperor has always killed only the proud warriors, and there are two hanging at the door."

Then it disappeared into the light curtain.

...

The battlefield west of Assyria, a field without any name, and several hills dotted with sparse trees seem desolate.

In the morning, there were shouts of fighting and horse hooves burst out between the world.

Thousands of arrows and short spears flew across the sky and then landed on the ground. The horses of the people were wailing and neighed. The Parthian army began to retreat under the fierce attack of the Roman legion, and was attacked by another legion interspersed from the right, and then collapsed. As the tiger and leopard cavalry guarding the wings, Cao Chun and Xiahou Yuan, Zhang Fei had to move again to avoid being surrounded by three armies. At noon, he found that something was wrong.

"...There are two armies of the Qin people in the north. If they want to join the encirclement, they might as well withdraw the central army. They really can't fight any more."

Zhang Fei gritted his teeth and tightened an external injury on his right arm, and cursed and shouted: "I'm afraid that I'll have two shoulders to support a head. Damn it, it would be great if my second brother was here. Who would have him to play with you?"

"Zihe, what do you think?" Xiahou Yuan sat on the rock, turned his head to look at the silent figure beside him, "...... The Sakura people and Dayuan people are not reliable at all, think clearly."

The sky is dazzling.

Hearing the sound of words coming, Cao Chun lowered his gaze and looked ahead.

He is already thirty-two this year. He served as the Minister of the Yellow Sect when he was eighteen years old, but there was a clan brother who was a general in the clan. Few people kept their eyes on him. However, at the age of twenty, he followed a group of horse thieves to the north. Later, the weak scholar turned into a dark and strong general, and could only use the pen to easily wave the big knife.

The most important thing is that he trained a group of fierce cavalry, tiger and leopard cavalry for his elder brother Cao Cao.

No one underestimated him anymore.

With a brief silence, the cavalry around him looked over during the rest. Cao Chun looked up at the sky light again and took a deep breath: "Zhong received the favor of the governor, and when he received the order of general, he would strictly guard this place, and he would not withdraw without military orders."

Xiahou Yuan jumped off the rock: "You are repaying kindness, and you are now general, and you must be responsible for all the soldiers who are following you. If you can't win, you must retreat."

"It is also what the general should do if he obeys orders."

Cao Chun ignored him and strode towards the nearby war horse, rolled over the horse, pinched the hilt of the knife and looked at the rolling sky clouds, "Chief... Chun will persist."

This is the name that a group of old people in Beidi horse thieves often called it, but now there are not many people calling it like this.

The sky extends, and the white clouds are like trunks.

At the camp of the Western Han Dynasty Expedition Army, galloping horses entered and exited the gate. In the tent built by felt, Gongsun Zhi clasped his hands behind the desk, held his chin, staring at the curtain without blinking, and someone was reading the battle report recently. Soon after, Xun Chen stood up and bowed: "Governor, it's time to fight back, otherwise the morale will be flattened, let alone General Cao and General Xiahou will not last long."

"There have already appeared in the intelligence that there are as many as nine in the north and south alone. If we leave the guards of the central army, the Qin people can use at least ten troops. According to their organization, there are at least one hundred thousand people. We only have 60,000 to move, so it is enough to move the personal guard camp together. If Severu still has an army that has not been taken out, it will be difficult for the surprise soldiers to work."

The news from three battlefields in the past half month was really amazing, but it also made Gongsun Zhi feel extremely stressed. He had heard about Rome in his previous life, but most of them came from film and television, and did not study them in detail. However, the facts were in front of him, and there were many armies of various provinces, vassal states, and allied states mixed in, acting as auxiliary corps... The translation group even listed them in a long list of names

Single:: Spanish Skin Shield and Cavalry, Gaul Light Infantry and Cavalry, Light Infantry and Cavalry provided by the Province of Aphilica, Cretan archers and stone casters, Bali Ali Stone casters, Doropes in the Greek region, Akainani and Toryan light units, Illyrian cavalry, Thessari cavalry, Numidian cavalry and light infantry, Thracian cavalry, Germanic cavalry, Greek, Spartan army... and so on.

Gongsun Zhi even discovered that he had transformed the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Dingling, and Wuhuan, and asked them to fight for themselves, which was the same as Rome's use of citizenship as bait to lure other countries' troops to fight for them, but at the same time, the pressure was extremely huge.

After a moment of quietness, the scribe said anxiously.

"But General Cao and his friends are about to surround us now. The people of Anxiong are too busy to take care of themselves. They are okay in fighting the battle. At this time, the governor should protect our own strength!"

Still silent.

"Governor!"

"I said wait." Gongsun Zhi stood up and hit the table, cups, and books fell from above. His voice was stern for a moment, and then he let out a sigh and waved: "Go down, this is when I and Severubi are patient and will of the army."

Xun Chen sighed and was invited to leave the place by his personal soldiers. Soon, someone came in again, and the giant man stood at the tent and looked a little unfair.

"Report to the lord, news came from the west just now that Cao Chun led a tiger and leopard cavalry..."

The sound was buzzing in Gongsun Zhi's ears. He sat on the chair and looked at the sunlight piercing in Dian Wei's back. In the bright golden color, as he spoke, it seemed that the light he saw was twisting, and some pictures of the past floated in his mind.

"...I am considering the lives of all people, and for the generals, we should take soldiers first."

"A real man... dies!"

"Chief! Are you back? Come here and you will still leave later."

....

The mottled light was imprinted in his eyes, Gongsun Zhi closed his eyes gently, and the once slender and fair young man in his mind smiled and knelt down to him on one knee: "Cuch, seeing that the leader Gongsun and his brothers were fighting, they had the heart to imitate and learn." He bowed and bowed: "I wish to treat him with a teacher's courtesy."

"Zihe..."

On the big chair, Gongsun Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, ".... I'll go to his mother's plan!" He kicked the table down, and the inkstone and bamboo slips scattered all over the ground, frightened the giant man opposite him, stood up with his tall body, took the cloak handed over by Li Ke, turned around and covered him, and tied it while walking, "Rise the wolf smoke, let Zhao Yun and Ma Chao see it, and also notify the Heishan cavalry that it's time to move, and the Xiliang army pressed into the battlefield head-on. Pan Feng's army rushed from the northwest direction, telling him that he didn't expect to break through the blockade, at least drag two Great Qin troops down for me!"

He issued various combat orders at a very fast speed, and stopped in front of Jueying, and raised his head.
Chapter completed!