After the convoy collapsed, the infantry was attacked instead. Alp and Li Bida's troops rushed out instantly crushed the fragile egg like two iron pliers. Hundreds of people were massacred on the spot. The rest of the corpses floated all over the river. More people pushed away their companions' corpses and fled to the direction of the Amon River.

"Drink, drink!" Sabo, who was burning with blood on his cloak, bared his teeth and rode his horse to the temporary camp of the affiliated cavalry brigade sitting or objects behind him. He held the hilt of the sword and shouted loudly to Anthony, who was standing up, "The infantry ambush in front of our army has achieved a brilliant victory. The Commander-in-Chief ordered your cavalry to go to the pursuit immediately!"

"Bastard, we fought for two days and three nights before. The soldiers could no longer ride on the saddle. Their eyes were almost invisible. Do these guys Libidaus know?" Anthony defended angrily. He stood in front of Sabo's horse with excitement.

Sabokemus seemed to have not heard of the difficulties of this person at all. He then turned his face toward Dussenvier, continued in an unquestionable tone, holding the token in his hand, "This is the order of the Thirteenth Legion and the Commander-in-Chirapis Legion, the Pharaoh's partner, the military chief of Egypt's defense nomads, the King of Cyrenega of Ptolemy, the finance officer of Illyria, the friend of the Great Temple of Paphos Venus, and the Lord Karabis Gornalius Marcos F. Emilius Libidaus, do I need to repeat it again?"

After saying that, he pulled the reins, hung his mount and drew his front hooves, and took a half circle. He stood firmly in the opposite direction, and then left.

"Would you like to follow me to the dozens of Amon River in Rome, and chase the Death and North without interruption, and go there to defeat the remaining people of the Galamantes?" Li Bida, who was flowing around him, shouted at the black soldiers who were running hard behind him. "For the crown of King Cyreniga, for the glory of the God of Serapis!" The black soldiers responded loudly. They strided barefoot and chased his pace. At this time, the sound of thousands of horse hooves quickly turned in behind, and the cavalry of Anthony and Dussenvier also caught up, then advanced and attacked in the direction of the Amon River.

When he saw the defeated soldiers on the direction of the bend of the river, and when the Roman cavalry wielded javelins and swords rushed in behind, the main force of the Galamantes army on the bank of the Amon River began to loosen and make noise. It was noon, and the chiefs standing on the gorgeous chariots began to question each other fiercely, not knowing what to do. Because on the other side of the river, under the command of General Petternius, the 100-man teams of the Thirteenth Legion also began to stand, looking like crossing the river to attack.

"Tear their guards to pieces!" Li Bida took the lead and slashed in like a sharp blade in the gap in front of the Galamantes. Several enemy troops shouted and threw javelins at him. As a result, the slave soldiers next to him stepped forward and raised their shields to block him. More and more infantry and cavalry followed their commander-in-chief and tore the gap into a huge "wound". Then the rear team of the Galamantes began to flee all over the mountains and fields, and was driven out of the battlefield by Li Bida's cavalry. The nobles of the front team, accompanied by tribal soldiers and chariots, were squeezed by the Amon River, and were ruthlessly besieged and killed.

The sun set, and when the entire battle ended, the Romans had the right to clean the battlefield because they were the winners. They drew the main force from Asamangars City, blocked and annihilated the opponent's reinforcements in the Ouse River, and then blitzed the Amon River, killing about three thousand Galamantes, among which twenty-eight noble heads were hung with golden collars.

Similar to the Balantis in Spain, this desert nation, although relied on its bravery and fierce fighting, was famous in southern Libya, has now been devastatingly hit by Li Bida. According to the previous statement of the Essians, there were 10,000 men who could fight in this nation, but now 3,000 people have died in battle, which is basically not far from the extermination of the clan.

"Their remnants probably retreated to a cave that produced amethyst in the distance." The Essian messenger said to Li Bida with a smug tone.

"You Esio people don't know how to use torches, right?" Li Bida asked in a teasing tone. When the messenger gave a negative answer, Li Bida took Song Ming, his entourage, and gently handed it to the messenger. He said in a gentle tone, "I am very tired and need a rest. So I will send the prepared Heyun Guard and the God Tomb Guard, who are idle in the camp, and you will serve as guides to search out the mice in the caves, or burn them to death with torches."

The torch in the messenger's hand was shaking, but he soon accepted the cruel order.

Li Bida has always found this boring mouse battle "boring". He ordered the soldiers on the battlefield of the Amon River to wash the horses with river water, clean up the blood on their weapons, and then buried the bodies of both sides of the enemy and us. This happened lasted for nearly four days because there were too many bodies left by the Galamantes. Then, after identifying all the dead nobles of the other side, the Romans threw them all on the mule cart and walked towards the city of Asamangales with the army.

In the past few days, the city did not launch an active attack, proving that these fools still placed their hopes on reinforcements. So Li Bida nailed all the bodies of the chiefs and nobles who died in Amon He and the others to the cross, and stood up in a long line under the city, and then waited for the city's envoy to surrender.

Three days later, no messenger came.

It seems that the opponent's weapons and food reserves can still be supported, and they are also not completely intimidated and are at a loss.

Until the Roman soldiers slashed their heads from the rotten corpse on the stone thrower and smashed them into the city like a stone bullet, the defenders of the city finally collapsed. They opened the city gate, gave up resistance, and were willing to surrender all. Even if they were sold as slaves, it would be better than encountering such a miserable end.

But Li Bida did not sell them to foreign mines, because there were no military dealers behind the commander-in-chief. Most of these people were both money and death, and were unwilling to cross the sea of ​​death to do such a business. Therefore, Li Bida first asked the captives to move their muscles and bones - to demolish the entire city of Asamangars, and then ordered them to build a temple of Serapis, an altar of King Numa, and a temple of hunting goddesses on the outskirts of the city.

"After completing all this, let these prisoners be managed by the Esios and continue to work in the salt well, but my army will divide all the income by half. Also, Sabo, please write a letter to Ptolemy as soon as possible, and I will arrange the treasurer's head on this land independently."

"But?"
Chapter completed!