No one could stop the charge of the oven cavalry. At this time, a strange scene appeared on the entire battlefield, but this was also the most common thing in ancient times: the Romans' right wing defeated the Parthians' left wing, and the other's right wing also defeated the Cyrene legion of the Lebida's left wing, and their front was disintegrating. Finally, the Parthians' oven cavalry broke into the middle part of the Romans' mountain in Ramiy.

But in three aspects, due to the bad weather and the obstacles of communication, everyone fought in the dark night and fog without debating. Except for the enemy in front of him, they had no idea what happened in other directions. General Nasika was shot by a stray arrow while trying to regroup his left wing army, and then was cut off by the Vibichinas. He could only throw down his flag seal and fled into the defeated army. Li Bida's elite soldiers deeply wedged between the left wing of the Parthians and the northern army. Dussenvier looked at the corpses all over the ground, and then asked the commander-in-chief, "In this situation, we have defeated the enemy's left wing and completely drove them out of the battlefield. So what should we do next?"

Yes, what should we do next? Should we turn the front line and defeat the right wing where Hairod is located, or take the opportunity to defeat Mentis' northern army behind us? Li Bida, under the eagle mark, was riding on his horse, and hesitated around him. Looking at the thick mist, he said to Sabo, "Mentes is not afraid, and I guess Anthony will also lead the fourth and seventh legions to launch a restraining attack on him, so we will turn to attack Herod's right wing and pinch him to death. The contact signal specified in advance is three warlocks. Take my guards and contact Faobinas in the general direction. I will take Dussenvier's cavalry to step on the baggage camp of Hairod."

In the thick fog, Sabo Kemus gritted his teeth and rode his horse in front. The trumpet behind him kept resting on the saddle, took out the strips of the linen skirt deck, wiped the bronze trumpet, and then moved forward. The whole team was hundreds of auxiliary infantry holding javelins and bows, and quickly advanced towards Mount Ramiyi. The visibility is getting worse and worse now. Sabo was wandering around based on his memory until he heard the sound of fighting coming and going, and then saw the shadows of the horses shaking in the fog, with Persian everywhere, Alah

The voice of Beau and seemed to be heading towards Ramiy. Sabo's muscles stood up on his back. He knew that this was probably Herod attacking his left wing and had already penetrated deeper. Now the one parallel to him happened to be the successors of the Parthians! "You can't let these people discover it." Sabo in the fog shot down, and the bronze trumpet in the hands of the trumpeter behind him - he was also ready to blow out the contact trumpet. Then he silently asked the team to move forward with the Parthians towards Ramiy Mountain...

The camp of Herod was finally smelled by the wolf pack under Li Bida. After they had a short rest (the guard forces of Parthia's camp had no major reaction in such a thick fog, and the main force was taken away by Herod), and Li Bida understood that it was a critical moment. Only when he confiscated Herod's baggage camp could he save the situation on his side. Now only idiots will turn back to save anyone.

"General Dussenvier, you, with eight hundred cavalry, ambushed on the north side of their camp, and saw that their camp was burned, was a signal of battle."

At this time, it was the first time of the stairs. The light infantry that had first lined up quietly touched over, cut down the long fence beside the camp, and threw it into the trench. Then, with the horse's hooves and howlings, more than a thousand cavalry rushed into the camp of the king of Parthia and saw anyone, whether they were guards, royal women, or servants and eunuchs, trampled and cut down. The dead and wounded were covered with the camp, and the oil lamps and curtains collapsed and fired. Most of the baggage and money were also robbed. The shrill horns and screams gradually moved to the north: the people who escaped from the camp instinctively moved toward the front line where their king was. As a result, in the dark night, rows of arrows flew over and shot many people into the trench beside the camp. Dussenvier's ambush came from the pre-place and wanted to kill those who escaped everywhere.

Similarly, the tower-like oven cavalry had already rushed to the Roman camp on the top of Mount Ramiyi. The Esios were in a mess. Most of them were reserve forces of the legion and had not accumulated enough experience in formal combat. However, when they saw the other party wearing armor, like oven cavalry rushing towards fortresses, they instinctively told them that they could only choose to avoid it, and even discard the camp and baggage.

"We can't lose it here, otherwise the enemy will not kill you, and I will kill everyone. Put the legion's logo at the main entrance of the camp. I have a left-behind infantry brigade on hand, enough to deal with it!" In the camp, a small Roman officer with scarred face stood in front of everyone with a golden chain of the chief centurion, with a sword across the sword, and stabbed two soldiers who were about to escape. "Okay, you have also seen the fate of these two, stand behind the wooden fence for me, yes, line up and get the scorpion crossbow and bellows. You are all lucky today, because when you meet the left-behind officer, Hebrida, no one will die."

"Azhema, Azhema!" The oven cavalry shouted this trumpet one after another, and quickly rode an armored horse, unstoppable, approaching the camp. Just as they were about to dismount and broke into the main entrance of the Roman camp, they were shot by fierce scorpion crossbows. Hebrida waved his sword and told the Essios to use useful stone casters and bows to shoot all the ammunition. The centurion of Rome, the commander of the tenth trumpet, shouted the trumpet of fighting and fought against the Parthians. In the strong wind, the stones and arrow feathers flew out. What came into the soldiers' ears was the fierce sound of collision with the armor, just like the sound of Huma scattering in the pottery jar, "Will those iron armor monsters be afraid of these shootings?" This is what all soldiers are most concerned about and most worried about.

At this time, the large Roman tower protruding between the wooden fences suddenly turned out the cover on the wall four and a half Roman rulers from the ground, and then copper tubes were stretched out. Then the "thunder" rose up from the ground, and the flying fires interlaced, turning the upper bodies of the several oven cavalry climbing up along the trench into a brilliant red lotus. "Shoot me!" The Esio archer saw the iron armored cavalry that had nowhere to hide in the fire, relying on the cover of the wooden fence and earthen cranes.
Chapter completed!