The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of horse hooves shakes the eardrums.

"The rebel soldiers of the Great Qin people? What did Pan Wushuang do?" Gongsun Zhile stopped fighting and turned his head, with a look of surprise. When he saw Lu Bu nodding with affirmation, he looked at the dozens of cavalry chasing and fighting against each other.

The Roman cavalry in the field, holding a spear, holding a shield or holding a sword, roared and shouted, fighting with dozens of guard wolf cavalry in a small range, forming a circle. A Roman knight suddenly turned sideways and threw the javelin in his hand. The gold and iron clashed, and the wolf cavalry catching up from behind cut it off with one sword. The fast horse chased after it, and rushed out with the blade of the other hand. The sharp blade of the arc directly cut off the opponent's arm. "Ah!" While the Roman knight screamed, he was then another knife by a guard wolf cavalry rushing from the other side and wiped his neck.

The death of the Sesarius and the sudden war, the Roman army formation was quickly pushed towards the place not far away. Zhang Fei's half of his body was stained with blood, his knotted muscles were holding up his shirt, and his armor was soaring that it was cracked. He picked the man up into the sky with a spear and turned his head: "Little baby, come to me!" As he said that, he reached out and grabbed Dimat in front of him. On the left and right, three Roman cavalry rushed towards him.

"roll"

The black man turned his face, and the tiger's beard opened angrily, shouting like thunder thunder exploded in the ears. One of the two cavalrymen rushed to the right suddenly turned blue, and his body shook, and he fell down from the horse in front. The other cavalry rushed to the front, and while slashing the sword, the thick snake spear pierced the cavalry's breastplate with a loud blazing force, and rolled the black cloak. Zhang Fei hugged the little boy, "Ah! Ahhhh" roared, picked up the body on the horse's back and smashed it to the left.

Xilulu

The war horse screamed, and the third Roman cavalry who was approaching fell to the ground with his men and horses. When the horse's hooves were kicking and struggling, Zhang Fei turned his horse's head and accelerated to the other side of the formation.

Gongsun Zhi withdrew his gaze from there and turned his horse's head: "Li Ke, inform the Xianbei and the Xiongnu for two formations, and immediately retreat from left and right." After the words came, Yu Zhui horses rushed forward, and the black man threw the little boy in his arms out. Gongsun Zhi reached out and hugged him, and shouted with a clamp of the horse's belly: "Let the fighting cavalry retreat and give up the Tao."

The wolf howl blew in the formation, and Li Ke ran back and waved to some of the still dazed cavalrymen, "What are you looking at? Let's go!!"

The cavalry phalanx that stretched for two miles turned rapidly in the order of return, and the archwolf cavalry wandering around him slowly gathered together under Hua Xiong's leadership to withdraw from the hunting state. At this moment, the atmosphere became confusing, and in the 70,000 Roman army formation that was slowly moving forward, Severu's face and neck were covered with sweat beads, physically and mentally exhausted. When he heard the news of Cesalius being killed in front, there was no expression, and the generals on both sides lowered their heads slightly.

"The thing that threatened a child was gone. The Sesarius died for me, Rome's victory. But this way of death made me feel embarrassed and felt that the glory of Rome was stained."

At this time, the sun gradually sets westward, and the dim light shines red. The old man looked up at the sky and asked the flag-holder to take over the position of commander of the Imperial Guards. "I send an order to continue moving forward and join the Phatiya Legion in the north. The Selius people are not tired, and their war horses should be tired. I don't believe they can fight with me anymore. In a few days, the Arab Legion in the south should also reinforce."

While speaking, he seemed to realize that the atmosphere was not right. Someone was riding a horse from afar. Seville waved his guard back and let the man approach: "What's the matter?" He seemed to hear the sound of horse hooves moving away.

"Your Majesty, the Cavalry of the Selius suddenly evacuated left and right, giving up a passage."

Around the surroundings, several legion commanders showed surprise on their faces, but they did not dare to give their opinions at will. The old man asked the soldiers to go down and frowned: "What do that commander wants to do? Is it that he lost to the Parthian Legion, so he retreated?"

After crossing here, his vision was turned to the northern field. When the Xianbei and the Huns mobilized and turned on, the three remaining Parthian legions were less than 20,000. The soldiers ran forward with great force, and some of them threw away the shields in their hands. From time to time, they looked back and saw that they were running. Behind them, a huge torrent swept over more defeated soldiers and formed big waves, chasing behind them. Those who ran slowly were swallowed up and wrapped around them, almost madly submerged everything.

When the cavalry retreated and gave way out the wide road, dense footsteps filled the eardrums. The Roman army formation formed a circular array that slowly moved slowly across the opposite side. Many soldiers saw the outline of the huge waves from the gap between the shields. Some people stopped in amazement. The companion behind them hit him and made a sound: "Continue to go! Look ahead..." The soldiers' voices responded with a trembling response.

Countless eyes passed through the gap and looked over the top of the head to see a terrifying scene.

The wind brought countless footsteps to shake the ground, and came over like an angry tide. In the indescribable moment, someone shouted hysterically: "Defeat! Hold on." The rumbling footsteps became clearer and more and more deafening, and the shouting was covered up in this moment.

Severu rode on the horse, his eyes slightly higher, and he also saw countless chaotic figures. His head was buzzing, his body was shaking weakly at this moment, and his turbid eyes were covered with bloodshot. He knew what this meant, but he did not say anything angry, but he just looked at the distance with red eyes quietly, and the spreading sea of ​​people pushed towards his royal flag.

On the right, Gongsun Zhi handed over the son in his arms to a wolf rider to guard him. He looked at the child's eyes and touched his hair. Then he spread his cloak, turned his horse and drew his sword: "The time has come, everyone is ready."

Over there, a surging sea of ​​people rushed forward.

...

"It's over." Severu said softly with his dry lips, closing his eyes almost exhausted.

...

boom

The crowd of people running wildly hit shields, and was stabbed to death by the stabbed javelin. There were more figures behind them rushing up wildly, pushing the corpse hanging on the javelin and hitting it. The flesh and blood were squeezing against the shield. The Roman soldiers who wanted to run into the array shouted to the opposite side. The next second, the sharp javelin penetrated the back of the neck. When pulled out, the tilted corpse was suddenly pushed up and pressed on the shield opposite. A Han soldier from behind pushed away the head of the corpse, and slashed down on the head of the enemy opposite.

On the front line, thousands of sword lights, sword tips slashed, blood, broken limbs burst and splashed, and shrill screams of holding broken arms extended across the entire front line of battle. The sea of ​​people all over the mountains swept through every part of the array. The desperate and crazy dancing weapons smashed violently, all with the sound of soldiers.

Pan Feng held the ox horn helmet and squeezed into the crowd. Someone stabbed the war horse to death in the previous impact. There were people around him, including the people from the Qin Dynasty, the Wuhuan Dynasty, and many Han soldiers. When they met, they ran over him like crazy, and some even waved their weapons to slash at him.

But none of these matters anymore.
Chapter completed!