The vision shaking violently, the skylight hurts people's skin, and the fierce fighting continues.

The Roman army formation alternated from three lines kept rushing to the Xiliang formation in front of them. The blade and gun forest were handed to the head of the shouting man. The blood line spread. Guo Si's gap in the ring-headed knife was inserted into the head of the enemy's opposite enemy. He raised the shield and patted the opponent's body. He pulled out the blade and slashed it down towards the Roman soldiers who rushed to the side. Blood splashed on his face with white sticky liquid.

Arrows, stones, and spears flew over them in an intertwined manner. In a hysterical battle, they fell down towards the crowd. Some fell behind and screamed, while others nailed to shields, causing blood to burst into between the teams of both sides. Guo Si was in the gap when the other party changed teams again, turned his head and shouted: "Opportunity! Push--"

The roaring sound suddenly rang, and then drowned in the huge waves of fighting. Only one or two hundred people around him responded: "—Kill!" At this moment, the responding people struggled to kick out their feet, almost all of them using all their strength at the same time.

A section in the middle of the straight front line suddenly rushed towards the Romans at this moment.

The Roman adult infantrymen who had alternately raised their spears and pushed open the shield that they smashed, staring fiercely at the general Selius in front of them: "Wow——" He roared and threw the gun over, and pulled out the short sword from his waist, and pierced towards the gap where the shield was hitting the spear. The sword tip was slanted.

The shield fell back, and a personal soldier next to Guo Si rushed up and waved his knife to hold it. He turned his back and slashed his blade across the other party's neck, and his head wearing a Gaul helmet flew up, and then fell to the ground.

The short man from Daqin also wanted to attack...

A mocking thought flashed through his mind. The surrounds of the surging crowds were not like the neighing of war horses. They roared and overlapped with war lines. In the invisible places, groups of war horses galloped in the fields and shot at each other, like two parallel torrents entangled. Then they separated. The Numidian cavalry with only linen tops came from North Africa. They were the first mercenary cavalry to belong to Severu, but they were not elite. The main reason was that the price for employment was the cheapest and there was not much equipment. In the first round of confrontation with the Eastern cavalry, many people died and injured and fell off their horses.

The cavalry of more than a thousand people on the left wing battlefield on the other side was quite strange. One side was crescent-shaped shield (shaped 8), a short sword and a curved sword each with a crescent sword. The upper body was only a piece of woven breastplate, the lower body was covered with totem patterns, and a bow in his hand was extremely good at shooting on the horse's back.

The archwolf cavalry they shot against was one of the most elite cavalry under Gongsun Zhi. Unlike other cavalry, each cavalry can use two large and small bows, and has been fighting all the way from the horse thief to today. It is a combination of a group of desperate people and the original white horse charity. Even if it is a melee, its experience is extremely experienced.

As soon as they came into contact, the archer and wolf riders directly chose to deal with each other.

A wolf rider turned around and went to the back with an arrow. The chasing Thracian cavalry fell off his horse's back. The rolling corpse went far behind. The wolf rider returned to his body. Suddenly, a sound sounded suddenly on the right side, and the churning horse's hooves approached. As he looked over, another Thracian with patterns on his face rushed over, and the curved sword instantly drew a semicircle.

"Uh--" The pain was severe, and with a fierce shout, the bow hit the blade and bounced away. The slightly slanted curved sword brought long blood marks on his arm. The shaking wolf rider tightly, tightened the horse's belly, tied the reins, and quickly distanced from the opponent. However, the Thrace cavalry followed closely, and the next second, inserted the curved sword back into the sheath, took out the bow on his back, and pulled the arrow.

"Be careful!" A companion nearby roared, and while running towards this side, he also pulled a bow and arrow on the horse's back.

moment.

A huge black shadow suddenly cut into the battlefield. The Thracian cavalry, who was making aiming, turned their heads and raised their eyes. A thick and long black object swept over. As the war horses screamed and neighed, a buzzing sound in his head, and his whole body was lifted up. His vision flipped, overlooking the intertwined cavalry fighting on the earth, and then turned to the sky... It was the blue sky and white clouds.

The struggling body fell down and pierced on the ivory inlaid with iron cones.

The huge body was wearing iron armor and swung its long nose in the hands of the driver, spreading its teeth to sweep, and the arrow tower on the shaking back, two Kushan soldiers squatted inside, running downwards, and the Thracian cavalry and Numidian cavalry shooting arrows. The originally stalemate battlefield, the horses scattered in a while, and the archers and wolf cavalry retreated one after another to avoid being frightened by the huge battle elephant, and avoid being accidentally injured by the opponent's long nose, let alone fifty battle elephants pushing forward like mountains.

One of the battle elephants was on the back, and Pi Lan covered the headdress wrapped around his head, bowed to avoid an arrow shot, and the chicken legs hidden in the breastplate fell out. He quickly picked up and chewed it, pressed back the scare he had just now, swallowed it, picked up the bow and arrow at his feet and fought back.

After a moment, he turned his head and shouted to the driver in a Tochari language: "Look close to the battle of the Romans! Those who block the way will all be crushed!"

Next to the driver who was driving the battle elephant, the giant man riding on the elephant's neck stood up reluctantly: "It's so damn stable." As the iron armor rubbed, he took out several small halberds from his waist and threw them towards the front line of fighting and fighting. He pulled out the two iron halberds behind his back, collided with a moment, and his thick beards opened angrily, and his feet suddenly kicked the head of the elephant covered with iron, and his huge body jumped up directly.

Below, shields and spears rose up, and several small flips of flipped halberds fell straight down, blood splashed. The Roman soldiers covering their eyes screamed and slammed into their companions. The formation was crooked, and a heavy step raised the big shield to the top. The arms suddenly sank. The jumping figure hit the ground with the shield. The oval shield burst open, and large swells of blood flowed out from under the shield like a stream. At this time, a soldier rushed over. Dian Wei reached out and grabbed the piercing spear, pulled the opponent over and pinched it in his hand as a flesh shield. Several spears were throwing spears, and the short sword was nailed to the back of the screaming soldier, on both sides, and then the scream stopped abruptly.

Dian Wei lifted people into his hands to fight to become a habit. The most important thing is to shock the opponent's soldiers, but it is also a method that is difficult for generals to imitate. It is not just the power of a juren, but also a tall body. Compared to the Romans who are less than the height of his chest, Dian Wei is like an adult standing among a group of little kids. His huge body covered with ferocious black armor, and he stood there with a broken corpse, just like a demon god that makes people frightened.

"Guo Si! Let your people approach me-"

The sound exploded in the crowd like thunder. The broken corpses in their hands were waving and smashing hard. The blurred flesh and blood and armor hit the crowd. The bodies surrounding them were like rag dolls and knocked to the ground, stirring up the Roman formation, and behind the giant man pushing towards the Xiliang army front line, the eagle flag moved, and a Roman centurion with a horizontal mane and a muscle-breasted breastplate chased after him. In chaos and shouting, the people who were knocked out fiercely cut a sword. The sharp sword tip drew out Mars behind the huge body, and continued to pull down.

Cloth and blood splattered out.

"roar--"

The angry eyes crawled with blood, and the huge body turned slightly. The pain from the thigh made Dian Wei roar like a tiger roar. He threw out the corpse in his hand. While smashing over someone, his bloody palm slapped the short sword that had stabbed again, and directly stretched it over. His palm covered the centurion's entire face, pinched the other party's flesh and iron helmet, and lifted the person up. The blue veins on the back of his hand swelled up, and his thick fingers squeezed violently.

The roman who was neighing and struggling, his head and iron helmet tightened at this moment. His sticky brain and blood splattered from his fingers. His struggling limbs hung down weakly, his body swayed in the hands of the giant man, and his fierce eyes swept around, "Wait for me-"

With a roar, the Roman soldiers who had originally surrounded him looked around and did not dare to step out easily.

....

Countless sounds gathered into noise around the world, in the direction of the wolf flag, Gongsun Zhi was wearing wolf velvet armor, and the red-bottomed cloak swept in the wind. He sat on the war horse, his eyes were calm, but he stared at every part of the battlefield. The scouts in front kept passing the news back, no matter how serious, he would take a look. At the beginning of the war, for several hours, he had been thinking about the ideas of the Roman emperor opposite and how to eat the giant creature in front of him.

When I was a horse thief, when facing such a huge enemy, I just thought about how to tear a piece of flesh down from the other party, then escape from afar, killing all the way, standing in the position of many people who couldn't reach the position, the ferocity of the grinning of the past turned into a bloody mouth like a glutton.

"No matter how big the prey is, it is still prey." He said softly.

Five miles away from the northeast of the right wing, the single-man and single-horse knights rushed towards the northeast with their torn cloaks and their scattered hair. The Parthian cavalry array located in this direction. The scouts had discovered the person coming and then passed the news to the central army. Gongsun Zhi received the message for a moment, and the person had arrived in front of him.

"Why did Wen Hou come alone? Where are the camps of Bingzhou Iron Cavalry and Gao Shun?" Gongsun Zhi lost the message in his hand and bowed to Lu Bu who was slowly approaching.

"It's still on the road, and it's also arrived at the evening at the latest." Lu Bu rushed on his way for a long time, with a tired look on his face. Li Ke brought a stool. He turned over and dismounted the horse and handed the reins to the nearby guards, and asked him to take good care of him. Then he sat down and looked at the battlefield over there: "How long will the war last? It seems that the Emperor of Qin is still testing."

Gongsun Zhi also got off the horse, walked to him, took the water bag on the side of the horse, and handed it out, the guard commander Li Ke quickly put on the stool, Lu Bu took a sip of water, stared at the direction of the battlefield, and talked about the situation of the war in the north.

"The camp was in decline that day, barely blocking the three Qin troops, but they suddenly retreated and came to this side. On the way, a family thought of a problem." The thick eyebrows that were slanted into the temples frowned slightly, and he continued: "...If it was the same on the battlefield in the south, the Qin emperor on the opposite side might be thinking..."

Gongsun Zhi sat down next to him: "….. I want to encircle and annihilate us."

"It's very likely!" Lu Bu nodded, "Your previous plan has been seen through. The Emperor of Qin must use the trick to gather us here, carry out a larger siege, and gradually narrow the range of cavalry running."

"It depends on whether his infantry can run over the war horses. Heishan cavalry, Xianbei cavalry, Wuhuan, and Xiongnu will not necessarily lose when they come to the battlefield before them."

With a slap in his palm, Gongsun Zhi narrowed his eyes: "Strategically, he took the lead, so I can only make tactical adjustments to let Westerners understand what an Eastern millstone is."

"At that time, we need to charge into battle, the governor said." Lu Bu stood up with a painting halberd, looking at the place where the Roman King Banner, which was beyond the reach of sight in the distance, with a circle of black short beards on his lips, and smiled: "I haven't done what I promised Uncle Zhi yet, but killing an emperor should be enough."

"Well, I'll be with you then." Gongsun Zhi nodded gently.

The sun sets down to the west, and the boiling battlefield gradually becomes quiet. In the line between dusk and black, in the northeast and southeast directions, several cavalrymen of different wolf flags ran through the field at a rapid march. Behind them, the Roman legion riding and heavy steps were left far behind and merged into the darkness.

At the same time, in the southwest of Anatolia, the sound of waves hitting the coast was mixed with the sound of war horses walking. The occasional firelight shone through the handsome face and stared at the map. Taking the sea as a reference, it headed north. The black one was running with the contours of the cavalry.

In the second half of the night, he climbed over several hills, and the figure in white robes and silver armor stood at the top of the hill, holding a gentian gun and looking to the east. Standing beside him was Ma Chao with a white-maned lion helmet, "There are so many people..."

The vision spreads, and in the far direction, the bonfire extends in the dark spots. It is a huge camp that stretches for dozens of miles. Occasionally, the wind blows over, bringing a faint noise, and the breath of Jin Ge seems to be coming to the face. After Ma Chao said this, he turned his head and looked at the main general beside him.

The wind blew down a leaf and fell down, staying in the palm of his spread. Zhao Yun grinned and his cold eyes blinked in the black, making him look particularly bright: "...but there is only one life. Do you think they are afraid of death?"
Chapter completed!