The barbaric peoples do not understand the science of combat at all. They can only lift their swords high like wild boars, and then chop them down like crappy lumberjacks-Dionisus

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Misaro took the lead, and the tribal cavalry around him reacted in different orders. Some followed Misaro to charge forward, while others were still on the spot. The order of the charge was extremely chaotic, and the power of collective horse raids was gone.

The whistles sounded, and the 100-man team of the Roman Legion who had completed their combat preparations waved small pennant flags to form a solid square array. They were closely connected. The first row of soldiers' shields were held at their waists, while the second row of soldiers' shields were placed on the shoulders of the front row. The gap between the shields and the shields, they extended the heavy javelin in their hands and moved the entire square array with slow and compact steps. The entire queue was like a large hedgehog wearing iron armor, invincible.

The cavalry and light infantry suddenly scattered. Some returned to the rear of the queue through the passage between the phalanx of the heavy infantry 100-man team, while others wandered to the position of the two wings of the queue.

But Misaro's cavalry still rushed into the central part of the Romans.

"Look, isn't that Secretarius?" One pointed below and shouted. Atpis looked closely. It was indeed this reckless man who stood in front of the 100-man team on the far left of the first horizontal team, walked himself and fought with the soldiers.

"A reckless man is a reckless man, and he deserves this nickname." Apis shrugged.

Then there was the sound of the shield and the horses violently colliding. Misaro's cavalry fell down like building blocks in front of the Romans' shields and horses. Most of the javelins they threw were bounced back by the Romans' shields, while the Romans' heavy javelins played the role of a spear, stabbing their horse's legs and lower bodies between the shields.

Some brave cavalrymen dazed into the junction of the 100-man team, but were soon shot down by the Roman heavy infantry on the side of the shield wall with a short sword, or the light infantry behind them with a throwing stone and a short spear.

"Throw!" A simple order, the "shield wall" unfolded again - the heavy soldiers of the legion put the heavy javelin and shield down, stood up, and threw out another piece of equipment on their bodies: a light javelin, something similar to a hunting spear. These javelins pierced through the flesh and blood of Misaro's cavalry like rain. They fell into uncontrollable chaos, trampled on each other and turned around and escaped.

The entire Armenian light cavalry team with 3,000 people only met a quarter of an hour before they were defeated.

At the enemy troops that were defeated on the entire line, all the Roman soldiers raised their swords and cheered in unison, and then they stood firm in their respective formation positions and remained motionless.

"Why don't our people pursue it, so that they will achieve greater victory." Aspis's partner asked.

"It's very simple, because Secretellus did not receive the order for Lukulas to fight in depth. The commander may just let him consolidate his existing position in Sofini and respond to the main force behind him." Apis guessed correctly. Secretellus's task to the brigades was to defend carefully. When he saw that the Armenians were so vulnerable and were about to expand the results of the battle, he found that he was not in the command post, but was standing on the front line where a hundred-man team was located. He could not find the messenger and trumpeter for a while, so he could only curse and defend his original command.

Misaro's handsome face was scratched by the Roman javelin just now, and his legs were cut by the short sword. His horse was very human and instinctively carried his master away from the dangerous area of ​​engagement, but he was unwilling to retreat. He howled and shouted why the Romans did not respect the long-cherished wish of a warrior, why they stopped fighting contemptuously and chose to defend themselves. Then, he raised the banner again and gathered hundreds of remaining cavalry who were still willing to follow him. Without the support of the infantry behind, he launched a rapid impact on the second time on the congressman of Secretreus.

"Misaro, this young man, seems to be just asking for death." Apis sighed, witnessing all this.

At this time, even Secredirus was surprised. He was sitting in front of the 100-man team under the protection of several dozen captains, eating dried figs, thinking that the enemy would not rush up again. Secredirus looked at the enemy general Misaro who was rushing to the championship, instinctively felt cherishing each other for this brave man, but he had no time to correct any orders - the centurion of his army, the stern commander and ordinary soldiers, were like a killing machine that had entered instructions in advance, and after a whistle, it began to operate again.

This time, the cavalry on both wings rushed out bravely and attacked the lonely Misaro army. Then the heavy infantry lined up in a long line, holding heavy javelins and forced them up: the perfect three-sided pocket killing formation was formed, and the followers and soldiers around Misaro kept crying down. He also disheveled his head and yelled, "The descendants of the Armenian gods will never take a step back on the battlefield. Since my king has decided to engage in this wrong war, let me Misaro sacrifice my life for him first!"

Four or five heavy Roman infantrymen stabbed the horse under his crotch with heavy javelins. The horse screamed and fell to the side. Misaro's left leg was also pressed down by the dead horse, his face and blood were covered in blood, but he was still waving the sword in his hand and stabbing two Roman soldiers forward to death. He actually cut off his left leg with his sword, then stood up with one leg, and then slowly picked up his battle flag in a painful position, and then jumped with one leg, "continue to charge" towards the Roman array.

Misaro's death battle, even the Roman veterans who were used to killing people were admired and afraid. Many people surrounded him, but they did not dare or could not bear to stab the dagger in their hands.

"Let me do it, my identity may give him a decent death." Secredellus spit out the dried figs in his mouth, took the light javelin from the hands of the ten men beside him, and shouted at the bloody Misaro, "I am the commander of the Seventh Legion of Rome, the deputy general of Lukulas, the governor of Silesia, Marinus Gaio Secredellus, is this OK?"

Hearing Secrets' shout, Misaro slowly stopped. He raised his head and looked at the blue sky, shedding two lines of tears.
Chapter completed!