"Romulus was pleased with his adoptive mother's brown wolf skin, so he led the entire tribe and named them the Romans."—Virgil

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But at the twilight of bad weather, of course, there was no sunshine. The eagle sign borrowed by Li Bida from Paulus of the Fourth Legion suddenly appeared in the right wing of Mount Ramiyi. He asked all the cavalry to board the horse, wear helmets, and personally mobilized briefly at the front of the formation. "I sent six challenges to the King of Parthia on the opposite side today, and in the last letter, I claimed that if you are timid, I will take the initiative to pick up the next day if you are not afraid of the battle.

Take the attack! But as I expected, those timid guys were actually frightened by my letters and were still holding on. So I changed my mind and immediately took my most proud cavalry, that is, you, to raid their left wing and defeat each other! Don't worry about the enemy's bows and arrows. In this weather, their snares and bowstrings are useless. Come on, take the most favorite way you Gaul or Nubians, that is, to lie on the saddle, wield the sword, and smash everything about the enemy."

"Smash everything about the enemy, like the Thunder God above the Black Forest!" Dussenvier took the lead and raised the Sparta long sword. All the Vibichinas warriors drew their swords and hit each other. The Nubian cavalry behind them also shouted, holding the curved Habashi tightly, and then a row of scorpion crossbows lined up at the top of the formation made a crisp sound, shooting the big arrow with the bone whistle into the opposite Pathia left wing team.

A thunderous sound suddenly crossed the cliff. On the passage that had been opened, Li Bida took the lead, with more than 2,000 cavalrymen, and a row of forty or fifty people, slammed towards General Nasika's left wing. The light of the sword was like meteors. As the horse's hooves flew rapidly, General Nasika faithfully carried out the command of His Excellency Assassin. "Stay quietly and prepare for the decisive battle in the future", so even the simple trenches were not excavated. The Parthians also hated engaging in such military work, and were directly bitten by Li Bida's cavalry.

So in the midst of the strong wind, Nasika's left wing unit, which was suddenly attacked, was like an avalanche of a mountain. It rushed back and forth. The light infantry could not maintain enough vision in such a dark weather full of haze and dark clouds. They let their shooting hit the galloping Roman cavalry, but Nasika arranged the personnel in the rear, and when they heard the ambiguous shouts from the front, they didn't know whether their friends had won or retreated. They could only move forward with the shouts of the officers. The front and back, a total of more than 10,000 people were crowded together in a low-lying narrow area.

"Drop off the horse, dismount! No need to attack forward anymore, use chopping sword to solve the enemy." Dussenvier shouted. With two long warlocks, the cavalry and the infantry who rushed over followed each other with shields and swords to drive the Parthian infantry who were trying to counterattack back to the low-lying areas, kill them with swords, or shoot them with hunting spears. The bodies were piled up more and more people escaped like sand in their fingers.

Soon, the fluctuations continued to the right wing and the center, and even the Parthian camp in the north, but they all abide by the orders of the king and dared not take the initiative to provide assistance to the place where the fight occurred. Finally, the sudden battle situation finally reached Hellod's ears. He immediately felt very embarrassed and very powerless. With such a huge team, the right wing could not share the pressure of the left wing. He never expected that this cunning Roman general would play such psychological tactics, constantly using letters to help himself form a mindset, and then ruthlessly crushed it and launched a surprise attack that did not follow the rules.

"Since the left wing is like this, it seems that we can only count on General Mentis in the north to rescue. Our right wing will also raid the Romans' left wing at this moment and crush them!" Hellod personally put on his horse and began a competition with Li Bida on the other side. A competition of time, decisiveness and luck.

In front of the camp, all the heavy and light cavalry of Parthia were on horseback. Their light cavalry were wearing soft armor made of sleeveless linen and leather, with Persian breeches on the lower body, with armor between the blocks, buttons and metal pieces connected together, with colorful tassels hanging at the waist, and a standing collar that exceeded the neck; while their most elite heavy cavalry wore ball-shaped helmets, Sky's Thai-style fish scale armor, horse heads and front hanging gears were all covered with linen, covered with fine armor, which could withstand the attack of the stray arrows and carried heavy spears on their shoulders, but this kind of spear was actually impossible to hold with both hands to charge into the formation. After they galloped, they would be carefully mounted on the horses with rings on the saddles, and then clamped them with one hand for assault.

The more than 10,000 cavalrymen on the right wing were Herod's biggest bet. They charged towards the mountainside of Ramiyi, just like the iron armored tide rolling down the storm.

The Cyrene legion behind Faubinas formed a solid front after blocking the horse trench. They imitated the Macedonians, stretched out dense spear tips, and assisted archers who were ambushing their wings in advance, and shot the bow arrows in their hands continuously on the mountainside. On the other side, the Parthian light cavalry shot water. In such weather, the bow arrows could only fly around without target, "Don't worry about the other party's arrows, don't worry about the other party's arrows.

The arrows, they were inaccurate, and they stood against the charge of heavy cavalry like a city wall." At this time, the commander of the Cyrene legion was standing in a formation (Faobinas was a smart commander, and he did not form an overly dense square formation, which would cause major casualties under the rain of arrows in Parthia). Many casualties fell down on all sides, but the injured still held their shields tenaciously and slowly crawled backwards towards the camp.

Then, there was a violent collision, the sound of the spear breaking and the sound of the horse's hooves kneeling down. When the first wave of Pathia heavy cavalry almost all fell into the trench, the subsequent warriors collectively shouted the slogan "Azhema" (the meaning of the selected brave man), stepped on the bodies of their companions, and broke into the front of the Cyrene Legion, tearing and trampling.

At this time, beyond Li Bida's surprise, of course, he could not recognize the situation on the right wing of his own army, just as Herod didn't know where he was. That was, the hundreds of the heroic oven cavalry who were originally arranged in the center and acted as a chain, actually rushed towards the center of the Romans under the "action" of the commander.
Chapter completed!