In the north, Anatolia's movement, extinguished flames and black smoke lingered.

The sun shone away the black, the blood was soaked in the soil, the war horses spitting blood foam, and the limbs twitched slightly. The two corpses overlapping nearby held weapons and inserted into the other party's body and died in tangle. When groups of crows were pecking at the ground, the corpses lying on the ground moved slightly. A Roman infantry stood up staggeringly, and the arrows inserted on the ground almost made him fall. One eye was blind on his face and closed. The remaining one-eyed eyes looked from afar, and it was reflected in his eyes. There were human corpses everywhere extending to the distance.

When the sun shone, it was the corpse. The blood left huge mottled on this field, and even spread farther away. He staggered over the broken corpses, leaving deep footprints on the soil under his feet, and dark red blood squeezed out of the soil.

In the sunshine, there were many figures walking around in the blurry field of view. Then someone walked towards him. His tall body and his face were covered with blood. He was dragging a round-headed hammer with someone's tall hair, with hair, plasma and minced meat on it.

Then, the Roman soldier's head was blown open by a hammer, and his skull was connected to his skin, and his hair was raised. After a loud bang, a Dingling man hurried over, smiled honestly, quickly took off the armor on his body, held it in his arms and ran towards the east of the battlefield. He didn't care about the surrounding mountains of corpses and blood, and could not see them in peace. After all, these things can be used to exchange for many things.

They completely believed what the Northern Wolf King said.

On the other side, there was a wide area without blood and corpses. There were only more than 200 guards, wolf riders, who were injured and rested in the spot. The battle had stopped, and they finally had a chance to breathe. The surroundings were still noisy, and the sound of fighting came from afar, which disappeared in the golden sky light after a moment.

The archers and scouts were still chasing the scattered Roman infantry. On the battlefield, some soldiers of the Xianbei, Wuhuan, Xiongnu, and even Parthian, Kushan and other troops were collecting their bodies and secretly taking some valuable things into their arms. The broken Han army flags on the ground were collected, and perhaps they could be used after repairing and sewing.

Gongsun Zhi stood on the mound with an iron helmet under his armpit, looking silently at the west side. Behind him, Jueying drooped his head and gnawed at the tender grass that was not much. Several wounds on the front and back horse legs were all skin wounds, and they were still bloody and looked scary. Li Ke took off his armor, bandaged his whole body, wrapped a thick layer of bandage, and hugged Dian Wei, who was directly exposed to his upper body and only wore a pair of pants, and slept sounded. The sound of horse hooves approached in the distance. He just raised his eyelids with difficulty, glanced at the person coming, and then closed it.

The fiery red war horse stopped.

"I heard that you cut off one of Severu's arm?" Lu Bu got off the horse and walked over, inserted the halberd into the ground, untied the water bag around his waist and threw it at Gongsun Zhi beside him. A big battle last night made him feel exhausted. Now that he is getting older this year, he is a little uncomfortable with such a high-intensity and violent battle. At this time, his tone of speaking is faintly exhausted.

"Well, it's a pity that he was letting him run away..." Gongsun Zhi took a sip of water and looked at the battlefield. Zhao Yun led the White Wolf Cavalry to drive back a Roman soldiers of hundreds of people. In other directions, the surrendered Romans were captured or surrendered, handed out the weapons and armor in their hands and gathered in a circle.

"...But, with his age, he broke his arm and wanted to survive, it was basically impossible." Gongsun Zhi withdrew his gaze, returned the water bag to Lu Bu, walked side by side on the mound with the other party, and occasionally stopped. He said: "No matter whether he died or not, I must pick the fruit of this victory, and I must pick the largest one."

"Well said, I, a man, have you ever stopped moving after one or two wars?" Lu Bu carried his hands on his back, and his broken cloak was stroking in the breeze. He took a breath, raised his hand and clenched his fists, as if he had grabbed the flowing air. "If the Emperor of Qin died, the country would be in chaos. Take this opportunity to conquer it in one fell swoop. Even if he couldn't take the whole territory, he would swallow half of the country."

In his heroic voice, Gongsun Zhi looked at the direction he looked and nodded: "…...Yes."

The skylight was rising, a little dazzling.

The entire Anatolia is still in the news of a war between the two armies. Five Arab legions from the southeast are entering the battlefield. In the previous battle with the Selius people, they have already had a deep impression of these armies from the East. They have strong combat power, cavalry come and go like the wind, and their combat goals are very clear, but they also have strong confidence in the elites around the Roman emperor and can defeat this army.

The Parthians were not the main cavalry, but they still fled in panic like dogs under the formation of Roman shields, swords and spears.

Thirty miles away from the edge of the battlefield, there were already corpses in front of them. They were the corpses of the Romans, but the armor, shields and weapons on their bodies were gone. They could only judge whether they belonged to regular troops or auxiliary soldiers based on the calluses on their hands and the strength of their bodies.

"It should be the auxiliary soldiers... the war should be tight in the front." With this idea, we continued to move forward, and more and more corpses began to appear. From the direction of the corpse extension and not dense, these dead Roman soldiers did not die in collective battles, but were more likely... to be killed during escape.

With the five legions, nearly 60,000 people advanced about fifteen miles away from the battlefield. A hellish scene was seen from afar. A large number of corpses were cut off their heads and piled up into hills. Countless faces were frightened, with their mouths wide open, and a broken eagle flag was inserted diagonally at the top. However, this was not just one. In other places a little farther away, the hills built with human heads vary in size, and dozens of them made tens of thousands of Roman soldiers coming cold on the back of their necks and their scalp tightly.

"Then! The Selius people-"

A voice shouted in the team. At the foot of a mountain where people were accumulated in the distance, a group of Xianbei people were cutting off their heads with scimitars. When they heard the sound, the man stood up with his head, and the sticky blood was dripping from his broken neck. In the nearby direction, the sound of horse hooves sounded. In the sight of these Roman legions, several cavalry rushed towards this side, pulled up bows and arrows... It was another torrential collision.

The sky darkened and rose to dawn again. When the news of the defeat of the Emperor Severu of the Qin Dynasty spread, he was retreating or hiding aristocratic caravans lamenting the power of the Western Expedition Army and the wolf king, he retreated and looked scared, changed to a celebration, and he gathered together again, while they were heading for Anatolia.

Several cavalrymen of the Western Expedition Army, which had been resting for several days, had already started a sweep towards the entire territory of Anatolia, approaching Constantine, opposite the trench, and pushed the war across the entire line.

Thunder will sweep over.
Chapter completed!