"Don't let them turn around, and whoever leaves left and right will kill him-"

Wu'anguo's voice kept roaring in the cyclone. At this time, he was riding a war horse and running on the side with a hammer. After smashing several Roman soldiers over, the Romans who wanted to squeeze out the tide from here finally ran and pushed forward like crazy. Most of the Roman soldiers in the middle were behind the formation before they escaped. The crowd suddenly swept over. Before they figured out what was going on, they were driven away by the comrades and enemies in front of them and ran wildly. But they also knew that they must have been defeated and wanted to resist. However, the entire formation was scattered, and the Selius people were mixed around. If they acted or shouted loudly, they would be hacked to death by the head.

Countless messy steps shaking the ground.

Lu Bu ran wildly from the edge toward the fighting camp. However, the battle and hedging there had almost stopped. While the front line was split, the Roman soldiers who had charged before were diverted left and right. After all, the movement behind was only about a little while, and countless crowds of people were surging the ground and spreading towards this side could still be seen, and no one wanted to be sandwiched in the middle.

However, some people don't think so.

"Transfer the order, bring the Qin people in front of you to the front--" Gao Shun raised his shield and shouted, then bent his knees: "Prepare!"

Two thousand people in the entire formation of the trap camp quickly gathered the formation, and people were closely connected. Even the archer turned out the small shield behind him, crowded with his companions, and the gun array was densely packed and pressed on the shoulders of the people in front. The soldiers on both sides also turned to the empty side, forming a square and tight formation. Lu Lingqi and Lu Xun, who were protected in the formation, turned over and dismounted, picked up their own weapons and joined in. The two looked at each other, nodded, and heard a scream: "Push!"

boom!

boom!

Accompanied by the shouts of sound, dense steps advanced forward under the shield. The group of Parthian soldiers who were originally responsible for charging were more than 3,000 people, some of which were far apart. When they saw the army pushing over, they ran away from left and right in time. The middle one could not squeeze out. When they could escape, the close square formation of the Selius people approached. And behind them, the vast sea of ​​people intertwined with chaos also rushed, as if they were sandwiched between two Mercedes-Benz chariots. Then, they collided firmly in front and back, and the whole sky exploded.

The iron spear pierced into the body against the shield like a forest. In front of it, the sea of ​​people running wildly collided violently. The soldiers who were originally standing there disappeared under countless steps in the blink of an eye. Some were pushed into the crowd, and then pushed to the iron shields that were pressing behind them. They squeezed violently, and the flesh and blood burst out from the gaps in the armor. A Roman soldier screamed shrillly on the iron shield of the soldier in the camp. His head was slightly flattened under the deformed iron helmet. The moment blood was overflowing from his nostrils and eye sockets, his eyes suddenly protruded, making a slight sound, sprayed out, hanging near the bridge of his nose...

"withstand!"

The front lines built by the iron shield were all retreating under this squeeze. Gao Shun screamed hysterically. His subordinates around him gritted their teeth, their eyes were covered with blood, and their entire body was leaning against the shield. The soles of his feet were pressed to the ground, but they were still pushed out long traces. Lu Lingqi straightened her arm and pressed her back, making a light shout of "ahhhh--" and her pretty face turned red.

"Go around! There are brothers in the camp ahead..." Pan Feng ran over the edge, and glanced at a slight red in the distance and went forward, shouting hysterically: "......you want to kill me--"

Pan Feng shouted hoarsely, and kept directing the personal soldiers around him to shout together. Finally, the crowd of people pushing ahead changed. The blood waves mixed with corpses surging and rolling, spreading around the standing black reefs. The body running and fighting would occasionally hit the front, and the shield walls on both sides made a bang bang.

More than 30,000 people gathered in this dim field and rushed down south again like rivers.

On the side of the camp, as the crowd passed by from both sides, Gao Shun almost lost his strength and sat down. Only then did he feel the severe pain in his arms and the scorching soles of his feet. The soles of his shoes had been worn out and were covered in blood and blood. Some of the soldiers around him fainted after the crowd passed. Most of them were still sweating and sitting on the ground with big breaths. Lu Lingqi in the array sat down without any image. Under the red feather, her hair was sagging indiscriminately, and a faint red color oozing out on her back. Next to him, Lu Xun hurriedly asked someone to ask for a bandage to bandage her. He reached halfway through, and suddenly a big hand held his wrist and lifted the young man up.

The girl raised her head, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she smiled and called out: "Dad."

"Yes!" Lu Bu nodded, then turned his gaze, looked at Lu Xun with an awkward smile, and threw it casually: "...... Go." He handed the medicine to his daughter, and told him: "Don't mess around again." He glared at the young man who was not far away, and then went to Gao Shun ahead.

At the beginning of the war, he had imagined many ways to break the enemy, but the Romans' frontal battle was indeed very difficult, but he never expected that it would appear in this way, carrying the turbulent tide and violent posture were unstoppable. If he could break the deadlock, it would not be impossible to capture or cut off the Roman emperor's head.

He walked to Gao Shun, who was embarrassed all over. The latter gritted his teeth and wanted to get up from the ground. Lu Bu inserted the halberd and reached out to hold him down: "You and the brothers in the camp have a good rest. Leave the next battle to some family."

"Wen Hou...we can fight again."

There were soldiers around him staggering and saying that they could fight another battle. Many voices were also echoing. Lu Bu stood up straight and laughed.

"Although Ma Ge is generous and heroic, a family still has to take care of his brothers who fight side by side." He pulled out the halberd pole on the ground, turned around and walked back, and put on the horse and crossed the halberd: "Everyone has a good rest, and I'll catch you an emperor later to play with you."

He stepped over the horse's head and started galloping.

The sun shone across the knights to the south. The violent and rushing sea of ​​people chased more than 10,000 people in front of the Parthian army also continued in this world. Fifteen miles away from the southern battlefield, while Gongsun Zhi was constantly issuing orders, several cavalrymen unceremoniously encircled the confrontation of 70,000 Roman legions. Before the war started head-on, three thousand archery wolf cavalry had already launched a rushing and shooting in the surrounding fields. The opponent was slowly moving, throwing guns and throwing stones to fight back.

A large-scale fight broke out at any time, which made everyone on both sides nervous.

Golden Eagle Flag.

Some disputes occurred among the tens of thousands of circular military formations that moved slowly. Emperor Severu had been marching for a long time and became weak, but his consciousness was still clear. The commander of the Imperial Guards, Sesarius, pointed to the boy beside him and raised an opinion, which attracted the consent of the commanders of the surrounding legions.

"Your Majesty, since this boy is the son of the commander, he can use him to get out of the trap... Such a good bargaining chip can be used, which can turn us into victory."

"Sasselius is right, but whether a child can make the commander Selius careless is still a question..."

"Try it!"

On the horse's back, the old man with slightly closed eyes listened to the noisy words and spoke in a weak tone: "How could the commander of the army evacuate because of a child..." He slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes swept over them: "The gods of Olympus led the proud Romans to be invincible. We came out of the narrow peninsula, captured many lands, conquered countless barbarians, and made them kneel under us humbly. What are they relying on..."

“…..Is it because of holding a child hostage?”

He looked at the child holding a horse's back beside him, his tender face, and his old voice raised his head and roared: "It's up to the sharp sword in his hand, the armor on his body, and the flag symbolizing courage behind him! The honor and pride of the Roman warriors--"

"But your Majesty, it's relevant to the outcome of this war, Cesarius still has to give it a try!" Next to it, the commander of the Imperial Guards suddenly drew his sword and waved: "Take that boy ahead!"

"Sasselius!"

While the old man was roaring, there were already guards around him and carried Dimat with him. Several nearby commanders remained silent and had no intention of objection. Cesalius clenched his fists and pressed him on his chest and bowed: "Victory belongs to the Roman Emperor."

He said.

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Chapter completed!