"Shoot!" Kirkuk roared and slashed with his sword, killing the Macedonian elite in front of him who was out of shape due to his own movement.
However, then I saw more spears coming from the opposite side. If there is nothing unnecessary, the Macedonian Army has always been known for its cooperation, and its old-fashioned and dull combat methods also mean rigid dogma and simplicity.
The movements that have long been burned into the body's instincts, combined with this simple straight thrust, easily blocked Kirkuk's movements. If there were not life-threatening resistance from the guards around him, this counterattack alone would be enough to take Kirkuk away. Walk.
After all, the battlefield is never a place where one can go on a rampage alone. Even a top general like Lu Bu needs the help of his own bodyguards to fight with the momentum he deserves.
Stab, recover, and stab again. There is no need to care about other directions or long-range attacks. The comrades around you will protect you from being killed by the opponent to a distance where the weapon cannot turn back, and the Scythian archers behind you are enough to fight with Compete with any remote.
The world's top archer army, Scythia also has a place.
"Babak, you go first!" Kirkuk felt the bloody brilliance on the ground. He knew very well that this was the inheritance secret method created by the Parthian Empire. However, this kind of thing is not important. What is important is to continue to be dragged. No one can leave here.
"Shut up, I promised to cut off the queen together with you!" Babak roared and waved his spear and charged towards the Eighth Augustus Legion, but the other party pushed Babak back without fear. A legion that fights head-on, the Augustus legion is never afraid of its opponents!
"Throw a spear to suppress!" Babak also has a tough temper. He is still holding his breath, suppressing his own soul reflection and not blooming. He is waiting, waiting for the last moment to come, either to succeed, to reach the sky in one step, or to die. Under Ctesiphon!
"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" There was a dull sound. Even if the essence of heaven and earth was used to attach it to greatly enhance the power of the spear, in the face of Augustus's refined movements, he could not create much results. Not to mention creating a breach or something.
"Order the Macedonian legions to huddle up and defend, all the Scythian soldiers to unstring their bows, and fire their longbows quickly!" Philippo saw that although the Macedonian legions had an advantage for a while, it also looked like it would be difficult to take down the Milanese guards, while heading towards Rome in other directions. Although they all fought hard, it was really difficult to gain the upper hand in the face of the desperate An Xi, so he immediately roared and ordered.
Failure to open up the situation means delaying time. As the dominant party, knowing clearly that delaying time might lead to accidents, Filippo made a prompt decision and tried to reduce the combat effectiveness in a short period of time to first destroy the resting legions.
After all, although Rome's strength is very strong, it is distributed in four directions. Even if the main army at the south gate is very strong, it cannot be said to have an absolute advantage over Anxi, who broke through violently. As for the other three An army from several directions is coming...
There is basically no hope for the north. After all, the short leg of Rome is famous throughout the history of the world. It is possible to attack the east and west sides, but it is not possible to rush over and attack in a short while.
Following Filippo's order, the Macedonian Legion directly transformed into a tortoise-shell state, completely shrinking behind the shield, and a dense wall was erected in front of the Milanese guards.
Kirkuk was stunned for a moment, then decisively opened the spiral force field to the maximum, and then raised his shield to defend. However, a dense rain of arrows covered it. In just five breaths, the Scythian archer directly shot a pot of arrows.
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Faced with such arrows that were equivalent to strong bows, and under such a scale and quantity, even the Milan guards who relied on the spiral force field to innately suppress arrows were killed on the spot.
Because of the subsequent burst of shooting, several openings were opened in the battle line, and the Macedonian Army seized this opening and began to counterattack violently.
The Milanese guards, who were originally suppressed, were forced to open a passage due to the huge gap between the two sides after the Macedonian legions seized the vital points of the broken battle line and attacked fiercely.
Caught in a semi-encirclement of the Macedonian legions.
"Kill!" Kirkuk struggled to lead his guards to the front line, hoping to use his bravery to pull up a counterattack line. As a result, the Macedonian army concentrated its superiority and killed it before it even started to attack.
Suppressed.
Kirkuk, who had been shot twice and had seven arrows in his body, looked at the half-surrounded Milanese guards and roared, leading the remaining dozen or so guards to launch his own final charge towards the Macedonian legion. However, he had not yet arrived.
Before the Macedonian Legion, the steel spear shot by Filippo directly nailed Kirkuk to the ground.
"The Milan family is crowned by Kirkuk." Filippo said coldly with his bow string still moving slightly. He could still recognize the top nobles in Anxi.
Kirkuk, who had a steel gun pierced through his chest and hung upside down on the gun barrel, could clearly feel the loss of his life. The Milanese guards were still rushing to kill him, and the personal guards around him were also fighting hard to avoid falling into the hands of the Romans.
However, Kirkuk had a very clear feeling that it could not win, not at all.
[The gap is too big...] Kirkuk felt the weak beating heart in his chest. If he were a legion of the Fourth Eagle Banner Corps and he only had Milan guards, he would not lose so quickly. It is a pity that this battlefield
There are enemies everywhere, Roman barbarians, Roman eagle flags, everywhere, and there are more than ten legions on the same level as your own Milanese guards!
[How despairing...] Kirkuk slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come. He had already given up when he was nailed to the ground by Filippo with an arrow. He was the latter, and
If he wasn't the most suitable person to kill him, he would die. He knew it from the beginning.
"Kirkuk!" When Babak saw that Kirkuk, whom he had greeted before, was pierced by an arrow, he no longer bothered to hide himself and rushed directly towards Kirkuk.
, but an arrow pierced the chest.
So what about the world-breaking force? In this kind of battlefield, even a good world-breaking expert may be killed directly by a hidden arrow.
Babak looked at the arrow in his chest, at the bright red blood, and at Kirkuk's posture lying on his back, and for some reason a flame burned in his chest.
It was almost dark in front of Kirkuk. After hearing the scream, he opened his eyes with difficulty and saw the scene of the chest being pierced. He didn't know where he had some strength. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't speak.
Blood gushes out.
He could only raise his hand tremblingly and move it, trying to point to the south to signal Babak to leave quickly and not to worry about himself.
However, Kirkuk, who had always been proud, could not even raise his hand at this moment. The right hand he had just raised, before he could point out the direction, a flash of sword flashed, and the head of Kirkuk fell to the ground.
Then the raised finger fell heavily, but for some reason Babak completely understood what the other party meant, roared, turned around and led the soldiers towards the front.
At the same time, the blood-colored luster on the ground suddenly burst out after being splashed with Kirkuk's last hot blood, and gathered in the direction of Babak.
There was only one percent possibility, but at this moment it really became a reality, and the remaining three thousand Milan guards seemed to understand something, roaring towards the Macedonian Legion and the Eighth Ogu on the other side.
The Sidu Army launched an attack, desperately trying to buy time for Babak to fulfill his monarch's last wish and allow his comrades to rush out.
"Babak, run." The moment the blood-red light covered it, Kirkuk's voice came to Babak's ears as if he was hallucinating, and then before he could speak, he felt a wave of energy behind him.
Push, get him out of here.
However, at this moment, Babak stood there like a sculpture, the fire in his heart was burning crazily, and the things he had not understood until now no longer needed to be understood by him at this moment.
I don’t know, I don’t know at all, I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all, the enlightenment that I have been longing for has lost its value to him. Now he only has one idea, destroy the Rome in front of him, follow his inner thoughts and destroy the Rome in front of him!
"No matter how much I think about it, I can't understand it clearly..." Babak said softly, constantly thinking about the three talents, what the military soul is, and how to be promoted. However, now that the fire in his chest has burned everything, why bother to go
Thinking about it, why bother to desire, just let the anger in your chest destroy everything in front of you.
"Rome, die!" Babak's roar spread in all directions, and the guards beside him also burst out angrily as if they were infected by that power, and directly stepped over Babak's body.
The last line of thought.
The final manifestation of the three-talented decisive battle unit, Babak's personal guard, the third idealistic talent, and the resting unified talent, burns everything against the opponent.
It is no longer a simple offset talent. Babak's personal guards are almost burning at this moment. The injuries on their bodies, as long as they are not fatal attacks, are quickly recovered in the rising flames at this moment. After that, they are just
The talent of burning talent seemed to really burn under Babak's urging.
"Come on, let us burn that mortal future!" Babak roared and raised his gun, roaring towards the south with Kirkuk's will. The flames wrapped around the weapons were not real.
But for soldiers whose willpower is not up to par, it will be more terrifying than real flames. And for Babak, who is now going to burn Rome, even dual talents cannot save him!
