Everything was like the former Battle of Zama. First, the security forces in Zama City left the city, and fought with the three legions of Rileyas based on the city walls and towers, preparing to stop Rileyas's emergency attack - he lacked the necessary supplies and equipment.

Then, in the flying dust, thousands of cavalry of Paluma appeared on the skyline like wolves, making the soldiers at the back of Rileyas hear an invincible thunder and fire coming from under their feet. Their guards were instantly defeated, and then the infantry array was trampled. The enemy cavalry rode steadily on the high saddle, holding spears and spears, and instantly pierced all the troops on the left wing.

Their second round of cavalry came up alternately, wielding hammers, chopping swords, and destroying and slaughtering the poor infantry with two feet running in panic. For now, Rilias could only describe them with this word. The heavy-armed infantry in Rome for a hundred years have always been synonymous with strict discipline and well-trained discipline, but who would have thought that after being attacked by these powerful cavalry, the originally firm formation was so weak and so vulnerable.

During the decisive offensive, about two thousand Rialias's army were instantly slaughtered. The rest of them threw down their weapons and shields and fell on the hot sand ground to beg for mercy. These soldiers really had no courage and ability to resist. They just wanted to drink some water and eat some sesame bread, even as prisoners of war.

Rilias's army collapsed in this way, only for several days than Rabinus' side.

As for the one-eyed general himself, he didn't even see Li Bida's face, and he didn't even fight head-on with the enemy's cavalry - he was riding a horse. While scolding and blocking the deserter, a flag hand who was scared to death. Seeing that Rilias did not allow them to escape, he suddenly looked at the commander who was supposed to die: the top of the flag was the tip of the spear itself.

The general's guard cut the flag bearer to death, but Rileyas fell from the saddle, his abdomen was pierced, his expression looked extremely painful, and even his intestines flowed out. The guard entourage hurriedly lifted him onto a stretcher and then built a leather tent on it with wooden poles to prevent him from being scorched to death by the sun before he could go far.

Then, the entourages took out all the money they accompanied and bribed some of the Gatulian soldiers. Because the group of people were familiar with the desert, they were unwilling to fight with the enemy cavalry, but they were still interested in escaping. In this way, only 1,300 Gatulians and more than ten Rilias entourages were left, protecting the general's stretcher. Walking quickly towards the route they came to - the desolate desert edge, and as long as they could walk for three days and three nights, they could find a source of the river. In that case, the seriously injured Rilias might be saved.

In this way, Rilias lay in pain on the hard vine-grass stretcher, his eyes staring at the leather covering it, the sun and heat kept oozing in from left to right, sweat soaked his wounds, and soon a terrible infection occurred. Rilias' eyes began to turn blue and breathe difficult, and maggots began to grow on his abdomen, but the loyal sergeant was still unwilling to abandon him, even though the Gatulia continued to flee along the way.

"The enemy has escaped into the depths of the desert. We are not familiar with the situation there, so there is no need to pursue it. We lined up to enter Zama City, housed prisoners to bury their bodies, and prepared to welcome and celebrate my father's great second victory. All ten enemy legions have been destroyed by him." Paruma looked at the crowds of prisoners on the messy battlefield and waved his hand to order.

As a result, a cavalry ran over the river. Hanske was the one who led the lead. He hurriedly saluted Parumma and asked, "His High Priest has received your good news, but he has quickly sent me to ask you to pursue you in depth."

"But the enemy has already..."

Before Paruma finished speaking, Hanske sent the scroll of the warrant, with an indescribable momentum, so the little pigeon took it and opened it. His father did not write any words inside. It can be seen that it was really directed at him. There was a painting on it: a pigeon stepped on the head of a one-eyed bearded general.

Now Parumma understood everything. He kept giving gifts to Hanske, then put on his black feathered helmet again and ran towards the cavalry waiting in front of him.

Thirty-years later than the south of Zama City, in a temple of Mother Earth on the edge of the desert, the entourage cheered softly and carried Lelias' stretcher from the steps. This was a deserted temple. It seemed that it was built by the Libyans a long time ago, with an ancient Greek style. The statue of Isis had an exaggerated and colorful face and expression. The altar was full of feces of bats and mice. The mottled and unrecognizable walls and columns were full of spiders. Lelias' stretcher was placed in a dark corner, and the seriously injured one-eyed general in the dark gasped hoarsely.

The Gatulians who were willing to stay for protection outside picked up some horse manure, ignited flames, and even gave them to the entourage part, "When you take a rest for a while, then take advantage of the night, light Songming and leave."

"Our general will be frozen to death."

"That's fine, just wait for the enemy's pursuers to catch up and cut off his head, that would be the right way to die." The Gatulians sarcastically said.

"Don't take these maggots away!" When the servant next to him helped the one-eyed general clean the wound, Rilias suddenly said, "Because it will help me clean up dirty things."

Then, Rilias was still lying on his back, unable to see his appearance at all. "It's too late to say this now. I'm going to die soon. It's such a miserable and helpless way of death! I envy Rabinus. He must have died under the enemy's sword, or he escaped again, and he was still preparing to continue to resist the enemy in Spain. What about me?" After saying that, Rilias smiled bitterly, and then his eyes turned slightly, and one pupil was still emitting light, "That curly hair attendant, you are my newly promoted, right?"

"Yes, my name is Gonailius, Octavian Scipio." The attendant replied.
Chapter completed!