He divided the cavalry of the Legion and Thrace into two wings, led by Sekdelius and Claudi, forming a breaking force on both sides of the hill to block foreign reinforcements. Then Lukulas dismounted himself and walked to the forefront of the brigade. Karabis and Kelly followed behind and made a brief order, "Four brigades, rush up regardless of everything, do not fight with the javelin with shields, only bring short swords, fight with the heavy cavalry of the barbarians, do not be afraid of them, the heavy armor wrapped in their bodies is just their cage!" After saying that, Lukulas raised the dagger in his hand and rushed to the front of the team. Under his encouragement, everyone climbed up the hills.

Lukulas was already forty-five years old at that time, but when he ran, his legs and feet were still flexible, not inferior to those of the middle-aged man. This made Karabis, who followed behind him, admired him very much.

Finally, Lukuras was the first to rush into the Armenian heavy cavalry camp. He pulled down a heavy cavalry of the King of Kings from the saddle with his own hands. The heavy armored man who was caught off guard fell to the ground and could no longer climb up. Lukuras then stabbed his sharp sword into the gap between the opponent's throat armor, and the blood splashed his cloak even more gorgeous.

The other Roman soldiers and Thracian mercenaries rushed up one after another. The Roman soldiers used short swords to chop the thighs and shins of the guards' heavy cavalry, and the terrifying Thracians were even more powerful. They directly waved "Romfia" and harvested the heads.

There were death battles with people everywhere, and with their shaking bodies, Karabis hid in terror in fear. "Bastard Karabis, don't forget your position and responsibilities." Kelly, who held up a shield in his hand and resisted the arrows for the coach and his master, cursed, "Running and moving around will make you die faster." Karabis tried hard to calm down, and also raised a shield in his hand, slowly moving towards Kelly and Lukulas.

After a chaotic war, the Armenian Imperial Guards lost a lot. The weapons and spears in their hands were simply a decoration in close combat. They were extremely clumsy. They quickly abandoned their positions and trampled on the infantrymen who came to support them. At this point, the commanding heights of Hequ Hills were occupied by Lukulas. The Romans looked down and saw that the plain opposite were full of Armenia's fragile and huge baggage troops, as soft and delicious as a big cake.

"Brothers, let's go down and we will win completely!" Lukulas shouted. He could see the car driving of Tegranis from afar!

And Tegranis obviously saw him and his army, and in panic, he made a random gesture: "All the troops on the front line shrink and protect my carriage-Carnus of the Kingdom of Codini, lead the army to defeat the Romans who occupied the hills."

These two inconsistent orders completely put the entire army in a disaster. All the Armenian soldiers on the front line hurriedly retreated, while the people behind were still rushing forward without knowingly. More than 100,000 people entered a disorderly state. Instead, they were crushed by the Roman legion, which was absolutely inferior to the number of people, and more people died of trampling on each other than those killed.

But despite this, Lukulas saw that the enemy infantry under the hills, which were originally chasing by the guards, gathered bravely again and launched a fierce counterattack against the hills he had just occupied. The archers rushed in front. They entered the right distance and half knelt on the ground, "swooshing" to shoot the arrows in their hands: the legion soldiers who were originally carrying the shield and the javelin immediately blocked the shield in front of their bodies, and the arrows were inserted into the shields with all the arrows. But many Thracians had no luck. They screamed and fell down in the rows of arrows.

"Karabis my son!" Lukuras pressed the dazed Kalabis' head down, and then an arrow slammed through his hair and tugged firmly on Kelly's shield behind him.

Karabis felt a warmth in his heart.

Following the archers were Syrian mercenaries, wearing full Greek armor, and they were densely covered with dense arms. At this time, the centurion of Rome blew a whistle, and the soldiers stood on the slope, condescending, first threw out the light-baring spears in their hands. These hunting spears flew over the heads of the Syrian mercenaries and pierced a large number of archers and light infantry behind them. Then the soldiers threw out the heavy javelin in their hands, which was towards the Syrian mercenaries. These people raised their shields to block them, but this was exactly what the Romans thought. The head of the heavy javelin was a moving tip. When the shield of the Syrian mercenaries blocked it, the tail of the javelin wedged into the shield automatically broke, and the weight attached to it made the shield in the hands of the Syrian mercenaries a burden that could not move freely.

"Long live!" Then the Roman soldiers drew their swords, and the Thracian mercenaries held a light sickle and began a short assault, killing the Syrians who had lost their shield protection. The remaining limbs fell everywhere. After a while, the Syrian army collapsed, and Lukulas's men took the opportunity to enter the Armenian logistics team and slaughtered those who had no protection ability.

"It's over, it's over..." Tegranis was shocking to see the tragic situation of the completely out of control army and became incoherent.

At this time, the messenger came out of breath and was furious: "All the soldiers of Codini left the battlefield again and threw our flanks and rear to the Romans!"

"Charnus, I will never forgive you this time!" Tegranis roared, and tears came down from behind. He suddenly made a move that surprised everyone present, took off the precious crown on his head, and handed it to his son Tegray, "Child, I was wrong. I failed Misaro, Metdorus, and you, all those who really care about this country. I am not worthy of having this crown anymore. Now I will give it to you. You will immediately leave the battlefield, and do not let the heirs and crowns fall into the hands of Lukulas, and achieve his great reputation."

Little Tegre also hugged his father and cried and said that he really did not dare to accept such a sacred thing. He was willing to exchange for the father's escape for the father's palace.

In this way, the entire Armenian army began to collapse. In just half a day, the guard officers around the King of Kings shouted loudly: Please leave here as soon as possible, because there are people surrounding them who are escaping.

Tegranis sighed to the sky, then jumped out of the carriage, transferred to a mare, and under the protection of several followers, he began to mingle into the crowd and leave the battlefield.

Little Tegray did not stay for too long. He handed over the crown of his father to a closest slave for custody, then jumped into a chariot and quietly fled along another road.

Adiana, who watched the entire battle on the tower, walked down with surprise and contemplation.

At dusk, the Romans received the most brilliant victory. On the outskirts of Tegraceta, the Armenian army was killed, captured, and trampled on each other. According to Lukulas' report to the Senate, it reached as much as 150,000!

The Romans only killed hundreds of people below five centurions in battle, and the losses were insignificant.

Karabis stood on the high hill where Tegranis commanded the army. He saw that the golden carriage of the King of Kings were piled up into a hill. From the bulging place in the middle of the plain, there were more corpses, humans, mules and horses, and even the wind blowing in the evening had a strong fishy smell.
Chapter completed!