The autumn sunshine and large clouds are floating.

The sound of fighting resounded throughout the sky, the crowd swept like flowing water, countless steps spread out with patterns, and thousands of card swords and fangs charged towards the array ahead with disheveled hair, booming... and stomping on the earth.

“All is freedom, fairness”

Marcusius, who was riding a horse, ran through everyone's sight with a long cloak, holding up his sword: "It is an obligation for Chinese citizens! It is also... the honor of the king of the North! The soldiers, execute the enemy in front of them!"

"kill"

Opposite, the Roman phalanx, the Spartan formation burst out with a roar, and the shield-holding spear was also suddenly running out with force. The footsteps and roars exploded in the field instantly, facing the surging southern barbarians without any formation. Countless thick legs swelled wildly. In the rapid advance of the front line, dense black shadows threw into the sky from the running people's hands, drew a long trajectory, and then fell down with a crackling sound, splashing a large number of blood, and pieces of wild bodies fell down. The barbarian soldiers without any armor suddenly fell into the ground as they ran wildly. The sharp short spear pierced the shield, and the whole person was nailed to the ground. Some of them directly nailed their heads and took two steps before falling down.

The Southern Barbarian tribes that charge also shot bows and arrows.

Scattered rain of arrows flew over, the army that maintained its formation raised its shield to cover the Thessari, the dark-skinned Numidians, the Spanish, and the Gaul infantry in the rear, and maintained the layers of arrays to advance the charge, and their pace became faster and faster. The southwestern barbarians charging towards the opposite side became clearer. Just at the moment when the opposite side could see the distance clearly, the Gaul infantry, the Roman heavy infantry, and the Spanish shield soldiers held the shield tightened the reins, gritted their teeth and squeezed out to roar.

The roaring steps are pulled to zero distance

The last step was falling and the ground was thrust hard on the ground. While squeezing out a layer of soil, countless roars exploded in an instant. The iron shield against him hit the barbarians who were rushing with the knife out with a knife. The blade in his hand and the spears like a forest behind him were pierced out... The muffled sound of blood and flesh tearing spread out. The densely rushing Nanman card swords yadding from the front row directly pierced the gun forest and hung on it. More barbarian soldiers roared excitedly, pounced on one after another, pushing the dead companion in front, squeezing the spear, and struggling the weapons in their hands, slashing wildly, and stabbing them. Seeing that in Rome, the iron shields of the Gaul infantry were full of thrusts and thrusts. Behind, Cretan archers and Bali Ali stone throwers kept throwing arrows, fist-sized stones flying out, and landing in the crowd.

"Ahhh"

Meng Huo turned around and gritted his teeth and roared at the battlefield with an iron stick. Blood spread on the front line of corpses. His warriors were in the southwest mountains. Even groups of wild wolves and ferocious tigers were not their opponents. However, in this flat field, they were not as good as Western barbarians.

I must have not been used to fighting with Western barbarians...

When this thought flashed through his mind, the shield slapped and the sound of the spear stabbing sounded like anger. Meng Huo turned his head and looked, and the sound of the bang bang bang was slapped and awkward Chinese words resounded throughout the sky: "Sparta" with large round shields slapped the Nigerian warriors in front of him, and their burly and stout body showed a fanatical fighting spirit. At the moment of retrieving the shield, they took steps together, and stabbed them with heavy spears, piercing the enemies in the second row, pulling them out, pulling them out, and pulling them out.

The spear and the shield were turned into one go. While covering the half-squatted body under the shield, the Arabs in white robe with leather armor behind them, the Persian soldiers stepped on their shoulders with a scimitar and jumped up, landed into the crowd, slashed over the barbarians who had been overthrown before, and did not make a rash move. The Spartan soldiers behind raised their shields again and covered the agile Arabs and Persians, and stepped on their dead bodies again, and continued to advance forward.

The autumn wind was soft and brushed across the field, and layer by layer of flesh and blood ripples spread on the battlefield. Some barbarians rushed towards the opposite side when they saw their tribe die tragically. Some people ran back with weapons, and even knelt down, holding the Ni tribe in their mouths as if they didn't want to fight anymore. Ah Hui murmured, the three golden rings, and hurriedly grew teeth behind and red eyes to urge the tribe soldiers to step forward, "Don't retreat, you will lose all the face of the Ni tribe warriors." He killed several panicked and retreated southern barbarian soldiers, and then slightly saved the situation of defeat that was about to occur.

Meng Huo gritted his teeth and tried hard to calm himself down. He knew some of the bravery of the northern army, and more or less knew that the other party had fought to the West. However, he had never even been to the Western Regions and did not know what the West was. But even so, he still couldn't understand why the warriors who were not afraid of tigers and wolves in the mountains could not defeat the Western barbarians who were also called by the Han people in the battle formation... What Meng Huo didn't know was that most of his enemies were professional soldiers, and their battle formation experience was much richer than theirs.

"Hahaha... Meng Huo, it seems that your warrior has not taken advantage of it." Wu Tugu came over with a heavy sword, and the thick back of the knife was inlaid with several iron rings, which made a jingle sound while walking. His body was about the same height as Meng Huo on the back of a war horse. "The enemy's weapons are sharp, but they cannot cut through the armor of our people!"

The sword fell to the ground, and his arm waved: "Send the order, follow me to kill him." His legs moved, and he carried the big knife and walked forward. Behind him, soldiers sitting on the ground stood up, put on the vine armor under him, and rushed into the battlefield in the distance like a torrent of the king.

"The enemy is indeed powerful, so don't go up one by one." Meng Huo turned his head and ordered his younger brother Meng You, "Let the Mulu King take him to the tiger and leopard, and the battle elephant go up too, and defeat this army as soon as possible so as to fight with Gongsun Zhi."

The command of the barbarians to rush and blew the horns. At one moment, behind the Ni tribe army formation, the roar of a tiger and leopard came from the roar. A barbarian soldier led the chain through the middle. The other end of the chain was a tied beast, with colorful fur, and the fangs on the mouth were barked and the smell of blood. Other cave soldiers in the south retreated one after another and gave way out. There was a little vibration from the ground under their feet. The nearby gaze turned to the back, and a huge body rolled up with a long nose and walked behind the tiger and leopard. One of the battle elephants was wearing leopard skin and a tiger-tooth pendant. The wooden deer king waved his slender arms and kept giving orders to the soldiers who controlled the beast.

Afterwards, enter the battlefield.

....

On the battlefield where the front line was pushed horizontally, the Nanman Card Knife Liaoding showed signs of retreat again. Arrows and throwing stones flew across the sky, and the barbarians shouting that they were hit by stones falling from nowhere, and their heads were bloodied by stones falling from nowhere. The footsteps of companions or enemies stepped past him, and the fierce collision and fighting continued to boil forward. The Spartans used the rhythm of effective alternating attacks to compete with the Persians and Arabs on the flanks toward the middle of the battlefield, showing a trend of siege. In the center of the battlefield, the Roman phalanx and the Gaul infantry that resisted the Southern Barbarians head-on were both veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time. They were not afraid of the charge directly. After resisting the opponent's attack, the counterattack was unimaginable to the opponent.

Then, the originally chaotic and crowded southern barbarian front line suddenly stopped, and the crowd suddenly separated. A Roman soldier in the offensive waved his short sword and slashed on the brown armor without splashing out the familiar scarlet red. He raised his head, and his face showed a hideous smile under his scattered knotted hair. He slashed a long bloody mouth on his arm. The comrade next to him immediately took the shield and pulled him away. After raising his hand, the soldier who made up yelled: "Beware of their armor."

The sound was hard to spread on the chaotic and boiling battlefield. On the right side of the ten steps, a barbarian army relied on the armor woven by rattan tore a hole in the defensive formation. Several people had fallen under the opponent's swords. More barbarian soldiers roared roughly and their bodies rushed towards the gap with blood. At the same time, the Spartans encountered ferocious beasts and the southern barbarians who were cooperating with each other on both sides of the encircled battlefield.

The brute force that humans could not reach hit the big shield, pushing the Spartan warrior behind the shield several steps. In the roaring beast roar, the sharp claws that waving left long scratches on the big shield. Occasionally, someone's thighs were scratched, and a large piece of flesh and blood were torn off. A shrill scream came from a Spartan man. The moment he staggered to the ground, he was grabbed by the leopard who took advantage of the situation and dragged it out quickly. After a while, his neck was broken by the barbarian soldier beside him.

The advancement of the Spartan Front had to shrink the formation and try to defend. The heavy spears that pierced from time to time nailed the beast that wanted to attack to the ground. On the other side, the seven battle elephants led by the Mulu King entered the battlefield and came to the flanking Spartan Contact.

On the hillside behind the Western Alliance, not far from the coalition forces of the Western tribes, Wu Anguo's eyes never left the battlefield. After seeing the Southern Barbarians throwing into beasts and an invulnerable army, he turned his head: "If the king gives us this place, we cannot make mistakes. Since we are invulnerable, then hammer it! In addition, let the eleven battle elephants of Via Lan pass by to support the Spartans."

Then, he tightened the hammer inlaid with his right wrist and turned over the horse, "Ding Ling heavy hammer soldier, follow me."

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When the war north of Mianzhu started, Li Yan, who was constantly sending scouts to inquire about the news, had his eyelids twitched on this day, and always felt that he had missed something. When he reorganized the information about Gongsun Zhi going south with 150,000 troops downstairs, he wanted to piece them together one by one to see if he could find the coherent information and understand Gongsun Zhi's strategic intentions from it.

"Gongsun Zhi... is proficient in the way of battle formations. He has 150,000 soldiers..."

“…….The food, fodder and supplies are also lacking…”

“…Oops!”

While he slapped the desk table, the door outside opened and a soldier reported outside: "General... is not good... outside... there is the Xiliang military flag outside, it seems to be Ma Chao... it also seems to be another group of Xiliang soldiers..."

"Where are the scouts sent out?!"

Li Yan pushed away the pieces of information and stood up. When he walked quickly to the soldier, the other party's face was obviously panicked: "Nine of the scouts sent at noon today have not come back."

Walking out of the city tower, outside Mianzhu Pass, the "horse" flags fluttered, and the mighty Xiliang cavalry were galloping around the outside of the city. On the other side, under the "Guo" flag, the black Xiliang infantry was thrust forward toward this side. Li Yan took a breath, "Gongsun Zhi did not place the main force on the Southern Barbarian army at all..."

And he will just be a pawn that delays the opponent.
Chapter completed!