The wind blew over the sand and gravel in front of the two armies, and the 30,000 Roman military formations were right opposite and were slowly advancing.

The 20,000 new troops led by Pan Feng also set up their formations. A pluck of archers, crossbowmen pulling strings and arrows, swords and shields, and spears pressing their steps to block ahead. Accompanied by the sound of trumpets, the voices of the captains in the army shouted one after another, and shields pressed into the soil one by one, and spears poked out like a forest. This is a normal formation.

The Han flag was rushing, and Wu Anguo gritted his teeth and tightened the hammer inlay at the broken wrist. He was surrounded by soldiers as tall as him. Dingling people moved from the extreme north of the grassland, with 4,000 people. They were all wearing various armors seized during the Western Expedition, and each of them had an iron hammer. Among them, the leader Dingling, named Chi Posu, was wearing heavy armor all over his body, holding a round-headed hammer that was almost taller than someone, stood beside Wu Anguo, and let out a huge roar to cheer up the warriors in the clan.

In other directions, the Han infantry looked at the vast enemy opposite, sucking deep and deep in the scorching air, and their vision became distorted under the high temperature. The tension sometimes made people feel tinnitus hallucinations. Wu'anguo strode in the formation, occasionally patted the shoulders of the soldiers who were a little nervous and trembling, and said a few encouraging words comfortingly.

If you lack one hand, fighting will be inconvenient.

The hand was thrown in the place called Sishui Pass. After many years, I can't remember what the process happened. Facing Lu Bu, who was still a tiger at that time, he lost one hand for a few rounds. During the period of seclusion in Nanyang, he was in a low state, and more or less felt that it was the peak of his life to be able to lose only one hand in front of Lu Bu.

Later, when I entered the north and stood on a foreign land, sometimes when I sat quietly in a tent and remembered that time, I always felt a little ridiculous. However, since my martial arts were better than Wen Hou, Zhao Yun, Ma Chao, and even the veteran Huang Zhong, I would be better than myself in the battlefield of the Western Expedition, and I would never be inferior to them too much.

This was just a simple expectation of a warrior. He raised his right arm and the hammer hit the ground. The moment the cracks extended, he shouted: "The great man is mighty."

In the front line, the soldiers standing on the front line glared at the slowly coming enemy, swung their swords and slapped the shield. Behind, the comrades with spears and iron spears around pressed the spear head tightly, baring their teeth and shouting with everyone at the same time: "The Great Han Wuwei!"

In the middle of the military formation, Pan Feng was riding on the big horse, with a giant axe hanging on the side of the horse. In the huge roar, he opened his mouth slightly, then quickly stammered his lips, calculating the morale, number and equipment of the army opposite. For the general of the first army, opponents who had not really confronted him have always needed to be treated with caution.

The beads of sweat were as big as beans slashed through the corners of their eyes, with a solemn and majestic expression, and their thick lips shaking their beards: "...The two armies are fighting, and we should go cautiously. We have traveled a long distance. Since we have been discovered by the other party first, we should treat it separately..."

A gust of wind blew, and sweat beads dripped down the tip of the beard on the basin collar. Pan Feng pulled the reins, the horse of war stepped on his hooves crampedly, raised the axe and pointed it back, and was upright: "...Send the order! The enemy is strong, avoid its sharp edge...Retreat!!"

"General... we didn't shoot..."

"Don't show off your power, this is the way of generals... You don't understand it if you say it!" Pan Feng waved his hand majestic and stared at the messenger with a serious look. The latter nodded blankly, quickly turned over and ran away, waved the small flag in his hand and sang the flag words. The surrounding horses were also quite nervous at this time. He glanced quickly and ran towards the various arrays.

Different voices shouted out.

"General Pan has an order to retreat!"

“…The general has an order to retreat…”

"back……"

"The general has an order to attack"

".……attack!"

"General Pan passed the order and trampled to death the Qin people on the opposite side!"

"...... Military order, the entire army charges"

Wu Anguo, who was walking back to the front of the hammer soldiers, heard the military order coming, and his face was stunned for a moment: "When did this guy Pan Wushuang become so kind... Forget it, since the order has come." He raised his arm violently, pressed the hammer on his shoulder, raised his shield with his other hand, took a step forward, and shouted: "Everyone is ready!"

The atmosphere of the military formation of more than 20,000 people suddenly solidified. The front row of swords and soldiers roared, pulled out the shield from the soil and held it in their hands, and their thighs bent slightly to make a charge. The archer and crossbowman nervously re-tuned the angle, and were also making the final preparations to shoot while walking. Under the Han Dynasty, Pan Feng turned his horse's head with a majestic look on his face. He realized that the atmosphere seemed to be something wrong. He turned halfway, looking at the soldiers nearby and even in the distance, widened his eyes: "What are you waiting for?"

"Yes!" a soldier responded loudly, turned around and shouted: "Kill"

The extremely nervous nerve broke at this moment. The front shield soldier opened his mouth wide, and his neck was covered with blue veins and shouted: "Roar!" Behind, the spear array passed the position where the sword and shield stood and spread out. Wu Anguo squeezed away his subordinates who were blocking the road in front and raised his shield to resist the hammer: "...Let's kill"

"kill!!!"

Chi Posu's eyes were red, and he roared hysterically. He dragged the hammer and stepped out of the array with his tribe members beside him like a tide. Countless steps roared out of the "kill" at the moment when the word "kill" roared out, and quickly churned over the ground. The entire army rushed forward like an out-of-control chariot.

The crowd was surging, and Pan Feng stared at the horse's back with wide eyes, "Did you understand wrong..." He said lightly, swallowing his saliva with his slightly opened lips.

"Damn it... I'm asking you to leave..."

"General, we are leaving. It's too late, the people of Daqin ran away." A soldier running from behind turned around and shouted, then held the ring-headed sword and continued to shout and followed his companions in front. The formation was chaotic and pushed up in full. Someone's sword and gun in the crowd scratched the buttocks of the war horse under Pan Feng's seat. He was frightened and suddenly neighed, spread his hooves and ran wildly.

"Which bastard has a knife..." The big-shouldered figure dragged the giant axe, held the cow horn helmet, and rushed into the rushing sea of ​​people.

boom!

Boom boom boom boom

The footsteps roared, as if the earth was shaking.

Two hundred feet away, the two Roman legions slowly approaching, each of which was making tentative adjustments. Then the earth was trembling, and the scout was running back, and he just turned around. In the distance, countless hysterical roars with broken strings shook the field, and the figures had no formation at all.

The commander of the Legion stopped when he was giving instructions, half-raising his hand, and sat on the horse in amazement, "Selus people are crazy..." However, the next second, his scalp waved his palm with a numbness and roared: "Hold it forward!"

The spear flew over, and the arrow also fell here.

The shield hand running in the front raised a large shield. As the speed became faster and faster, Wu Anguo, not far behind, yelled: "Catch the enemy!" He raised his shield and blocked a thrown javelin. The moment the curved javelin fell to the ground, his footsteps walked over like a tide.

The moment of contact

The running figure jumped up, holding a shield to block the tip of the spear, and slashed straight down with a ring-headed knife. When blood rushes on his face, all the running companions around him rushed up, and the banging sound hits shields like a sea of ​​tide. Countless sword lights, sword lights, and gun shadows swing and slashing, and blood and flesh burst and splashing on the front line.

"The people of Daqin, look at the hammer!"

Wu'anguo's eyes were red, and the iron hammer was blowing against a shield, and the cracks spread like a spider web. The screams of the Roman infantry behind the shield, "Ah!" were pushed out by this force, and after knocking down one person, they struggled to get up. The hammer swung and smashed the iron chest armor, and their spine was sunken.

The sudden sea of ​​people was still pushing into it.

The mercenary cavalry on both sides of the Roman army had come in detour at this moment. Wu Anguo smashed over one person and glanced at the movements on both sides. "Chi Posu, take your people to stop the cavalry!" He shouted loudly and continued to lead the soldiers to charge wildly inside. The sword and shield were pressing in front, and the spear followed behind sprinted wildly. Outside the chaotic front line, the crossbowmen and archers shot every enemy they saw with spikes.

Even though the commander shouted with all his might to the whole team and gave the Selius people a counterattack, the Roman soldiers had always relied on formation battles. Once the formation could not be opened, or they were extremely chaotic, their combat power was sharply reduced in a straight line. On both sides of the front, fighting like a tide. The mercenary cavalry rushed over, and the horse's body rolled over and fell heavily to the ground.

The gun array faced the charge of the war horses and stabbed into the flesh and blood. The gun rod was instantly bent and broke free from the hands of the people. The frightened horses rushed towards the crowd, and more cavalrymen rushed over, and facing them were Dingling people wearing various types of iron armor and holding iron hammers.

The spear thorned on the iron armor and scraped out metal sparks. Then the heavy hammer that counterattacked hit the horse hard, making a muffled sound of flesh and broken ribs. The knights on their backs fell to the side. These Dingling iron hammer soldiers spread up and knocked the Roman barbarians to the ground. A large amount of blood was sprayed out from the nose of the human and horses, and Dingling people were directly crushed and knocked over by the war horses that charged forward.

The entire legion was frustrated before the rhythm even began. The commander of the legion named Marcius rushed up with the guards and faced the Cellius people rushing towards him. In a moment, fifty guards were shot. His arm was stabbed, his iron helmet was smashed away by an iron hammer, and he never came out again.

Soon after, soldiers began to flee and ran out of the battlefield.

Another wandering legion saw this scene and did not dare to approach the past casually. However, the determination of the war did not stop like they thought. Wu Anguo held the shield and was covered in blood: "Turn the people of the Qin Dynasty away! Drive southward! Don't stop, beware of another army on the right."

"......I'm so talented, I've hit it like this..." Pan Feng ran into the crowd in amazement.

In just one cup of tea, the Roman soldiers from another legion two miles apart watched blankly as more than 10,000 people were chiseled and collapsed, wrapped, and drove them to sweep towards the south. Some people were puzzled and some mocked their companions. The same thing was that they had not yet figured out the situation... why were they defeated?
Chapter completed!