In the eastern border of Anatolia, the fish belly turned white in the east of Cappadocia. In the dark sky, people and war horses who had been resting for a night gathered again with the sound of the war roster. The Selius army in the east launched an offensive. The rising morning sun shone in the first ray of sunshine from the clouds, and the battle suddenly broke out.

On the field called Cappadocia, the javelins tilted, and arrows and locusts fell into positions on both sides. The layers of human waves were like surging sea tides. Under the high eagle flag and the centurion, the hysterical voice overwhelmed everything. The three groups of Anatolian Legions, totaling more than 32,000 people, had a footsteps suddenly accelerated and launched a charge.

Far from far and near, the opposite side was the seven thousand Xiliang army that could fight again, and at least two thousand of them were injured more or less. On the left and right were more than forty Kushan battle elephants, two thousand Kushan infantry guarding the weak abdomen and limbs of the war elephants, forming the rear of the barrier. Five thousand Black Mountain cavalry were all equipped, and the war horses covered all sides of shields, restlessly digging the soil, the cavalry were wearing scales, holding swords and shields, and waiting quietly.

"Su Ren, please wait for the formation to be tighter, and you'll fight according to the old rules. Once you squeeze in, you will immediately form a formation and separate the formation of the Qin people into several pieces. And... you have to pull a few more people to cull if you die."

"If the general doesn't say it, the brothers know what to do. The people of the Qin Dynasty said it was powerful, but in the end they still rely on the formation to advance. Without the formation, or if the formation cannot be dispelled, they are nothing!" The deputy general named Su Ren removed the Han sword behind him. From the original horse thief, the leader of the Black Mountain bandit, he had been Sima and the captain. He came all the way. In addition to Yan Rou and Qianzhao, he was the most prestigious old man in the Black Mountain Cavalry. He had fought more than a hundred battles, and he had never been afraid of it.

Yan Rou held the reins and looked at him and smiled: "Don't act irresponsible at the critical moment of war."

"I understand, I understand, I'm long-winded!"

The seemingly relaxed conversation had a heavy smell. When Su Ren, the deputy general of the Black Mountain Cavalry, said this, a buzz suddenly came from the front. From a distance, it sounded like a mountain collapse. Then countless hysterical voices were shouting. The military formation in front of them were in front of them, and the Xiliang soldiers behind kept pulling their bows and shooting into the sky. Some of them pressed against the ground and supported the people in front with their feet, opened their mouths and roared angrily.

There are already a lot of fighting on the front line.

The shouts of killing were like tides, the spears were thorning like forests, and pieces of flesh and blood were hanging out. People's roars, screams, and the golden sounds of metal and iron were blowing, boiling violently among the crowd.

The javelin flew over the head and fell behind. While the bloody flowers were bleed, the spear was like a forest. The soldiers of Xiliang slammed at the opponent frantically, holding the big shield with a short sword. Countless spear heads, iron spears were pressed against the shield and chest armor, making metal scratching sounds like wrestling. Some fell down along the scratch and stabbed into the thighs that did not cover the armor leaves. A Roman slashed with a heavy step, and then was stepped on by his companion behind him. The shield hit again. Guo Si shot through the enemy who was pounced on him. The next second, the Roman infantry roared fiercely, grabbed the handle of the gun that was drilling into the abdomen and squeezed forward, dragging a piece of intestine, and rushed forward along the spear.

The shield fell slightly, Guo Si abandoned the gun handle, drew his sword and slashed it straight away, cutting the Roman man's head off his neck with a flat head. Blood gushed, and his voice was hoarse: "Xiliangmen, kill me!"

He shouted wildly, not much could be heard, but he still pushed and slashed towards the opposite side frantically. The soldiers of the Xiliang soldiers around him were also pushing towards the front line in a crazy way. In the golden and brilliant skylight, there were blood-storming hell everywhere.

For most of the field, infantry and cavalry on both sides totaled 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, and the fields that were confronted by the two armies were full of people and horses. On both sides of the formation, the Gaul cavalry replaced the Numidians and galloped with the Thracian cavalry, trying to attack the flanks of the Western Liang Army, but were firmly blocked outside.

The war horse was running and approaching. The knight with the bow raised his hand and looked upwards. A thick and long black shadow swept across his eyes. The string sounded trembling. The moment the arrow was out of his hand, screaming sounds sounded in the air. The Thracians flew high from the horse's back. The iron arrow flying out of his hand was nailed to the iron sheet covered by the war elephant, and then bounced and fell.

The earth was shaking above the wilderness.

Two thousand armored Gaul cavalry rushed over and charged towards the war elephants on both wings of the front line under the cover of Thrace cavalry bows and arrows. They rushed into the hoarse shouts, like raindrops, and rushed into the tall copper walls and iron walls. Facing towards them, the Kushan infantry spear formation like a forest, stabbed the cavalry's armor. The guns pierced the armor on the slim armor of the war horses. The horses whirlwind and the people stood up. Some were directly in the charge, and they crashed into dense spears with their men and horses. Several spearheads drilled into flesh and blood, penetrated from behind, pushing up the scales on their backs. A Kushan soldier wrapped in a headscarf gritted his teeth, bent the spear in his hand under the impact, and then broke with a loud bang. When the man was tilted back, the injured war horse rushed in and rolled the body on the ground into the hoof.

The mighty Gaul cavalry tore through the front and killed at the feet of the war elephant. During the raid, someone was caught in an arrow and dropped a horse and rolled on the ground. The companion who followed closely raised his hand and stabbed the abdomen of the uncovered elephant. At this moment, his huge body raised his nose and made a whine cry, lifting the Kushan archer on his back, and then fell heavily to the ground. The smoke and dust spread. The Kushan archer who was lucky enough to have not died struggled out of the elephant, pulled out the blade from his waist, stood up shakingly, his face covered with blood, and his mouth opened. Seeing the smoke and dust, there were cavalry rushing around in the smoke and dust... Countless impacts, some people fell down, and some war horses fell down, and the splashing scarlet filled his vision. Then, some cavalry waved their spears and stabbed from behind him, falling down in the dust.

The battles on the battlefield were more frequent, and the scouts conveying messages kept coming and going between the formations and the fields. The Roman emperor's royal flag set up in a formation twenty miles away. In the sunshine in the morning, the temperature gradually increased, and the huge umbrella cover was supported. Sitting on the chair, watching the news coming one after another, there was a blonde boy named Dimat next to him.

"Your father's army really surprised me, it's very good. It's a rare opponent. After fighting this battle, I won't kill him, but I will take him back to Rome and keep him in a palace. This is a living spoil, allowing everyone to see my brilliant achievements."

This sentence was said to the little boy before the war started. Since the war started, the attacks of the three Roman legions did not go as smoothly as expected. Regardless of the previous two legions, or the addition of another legion entering the battlefield at the same time, they were firmly blocked by the opponent.

As time goes by, the message keeps coming back from the front. Seville, who was originally sitting in a chair, turned darker, "No matter how you fight, the Selius people are surrounded, let the Illirian Legion, the Macedonian Legion, and the Italian Legion prepare. I don't believe how long they can resist."

"Your Majesty, send three more legions, and we are only two left by our side..."

"It's four." Bathing in the sun, the old man stood up: "Without Rome's enemies, kill!"

With the sound of the battle horns, three legions broke out from the formation, stretching into pieces twenty miles away from the battlefield, and their neat steps almost shook the earth.

Soon after, the three legions separated and launched a siege like a tide.

Spread twenty miles and entered the battlefield vision, the Heishan cavalry commander in the rear formation of the Xiliang Army drew out his ring-headed sword and urged his horse to gallop in front of a cavalry: "Carry with me"

The Heishan cavalry, who had been waiting for more than two hours, slapped their weapons. When the horn sounded, five thousand Heishan cavalry separated from the middle. Deputy General Su Ren led a team to the right battlefield. Another Heishan cavalry with 2,500 people followed Yan Rou to the left and looked down from the sky, like a flood diverging around the battle front line.

"Stop them!"

In the middle of the battlefield, the commander of the Anatolian Legion, who was commanding in a unified manner, almost roared the order, asking the Gaul cavalry and Thracians on the left and right fields to stop the two enemy cavalry. However, the two mercenary cavalry, who were already fighting in chaos, had no chance to intercept them? Even though someone noticed that when he brought some cavalry over, the other party directly launched a charge. The spearman and the shield-mounted war horses were like chariots. The two mercenary cavalry had to avoid the formation of the opponent's dense collision, and some were directly knocked over and stepped into meat mud by the horse's hooves.

At this moment, the Black Mountain Cavalry rushed fiercely and no one dared to stop him.

"Mishan!" Yan Rou raised his sword and shouted.

More than two thousand people behind him shouted.

"Mountain! Mountain"

In front, the Roman legion advancing the battlefield became clear, and the two Black Mountain cavalry clamped their spears, like two long black dragons, crossing the field and embracing the three Roman infantry formations that were walking.
Chapter completed!