At about noon, Caesar, who was sandwiched over the river, learned the news that the first three legions of his side had begun to pursue. Without saying a word, he stepped on the horse and ordered all the chief brigades of the other legions to follow him immediately and join the pursuit together. The rest of the men and soldiers stayed in the camp to deal with the follow-up matters.

Seketus's troops, along with the 10th, 15th and 16th legions, fought very bravely for half a day. Even Caesar's pursuit troops began to admire each other. The 10th legion recognized the strong style of the two auxiliary legions, and the two envied the sophisticated elite of the 10th legion. When Seketus made his seventh counterattack, Sekedelius, the commander of the 10th legion, was furious. He shouted to all the soldiers under his command, "Do we really have no feasible way to defeat the enemy's defenders? Are we really helpless? When Caesar brings the follow-up troops to relay, those annoying new recruits will take away the credit and then mock our cowardice and incompetence?"

After hearing this, the infantry and cavalry warriors all started to work hard and shouted the slogan "never". Some of these three legions were baptized in the blood of the Gaul War, while others were tempered from the desert and Parthian arrow rain. When Faubinas and Seerha found Sequedirus, the three immediately began to negotiate. Finally, Faubinas calmly observed the situation on the battlefield and proposed a new way to pursue. Then, the three legions selected all the cavalry, led by the chief centurion of the 16th Legion.

Each cavalry was equipped with two to three Nubian or Macedonian light infantry, carrying strong bows and guns. They no longer recklessly fought with Syketus. Instead, they followed closely behind a Romani. Then when the eight enemy gangs alternated positions, the cavalry and the light infantry were divided into two parts, one shouted and went forward, fighting with the enemy cavalry, and biting them; the other part went around the hillside, and quickly occupied the commanding heights when the leather shield soldiers were going downhill, and then their own light infantry followed and began to shoot violently downhill.

Most of the light infantrymen of the 15th and 16th legions were equipped with a sharp and unstoppable compound bow, with a much further range than the javelins in the hands of the leather shield soldiers. In terms of lethality and penetration, they should not be underestimated by the Parthians. They shoot from a high point and keep shooting from a high point. It is still easy to deal with the leather shield soldiers without armor and less armor. Many Pompei elite soldiers were shot in the back. They howled and rolled down the hillside, while the rest were forced to turn around. They protected their bodies with large leather shields and slowly retreated.

In this way, the rhythm of alternating cover of Syketus was disrupted. The eight brigades of skin shield soldiers were unevenly paced and were exposed to the rain of arrows. Seketus took the opportunity to order the flag-holder to raise the eagle flag, and the whole army launched an attack from the mountain down the mountain. Syketus rode his red horse back and forth, and the scene evolved into a rhythm of a melee. If it were ordinary barbarian enemies, they would have collapsed long ago, but Pompey's subordinates were indeed defeated but not messed up. Even when facing the scattered soldiers who charged the cavalry, they could still respond calmly. More than a dozen people dared to join forces, rescue each other, or launch a counterattack.

Now, the generals such as Libo, who were originally running in front, were worried about the safety of their son-in-law, and kept temporarily withdrawing other brigades, putting down their food and supplies, and turning back to fight to rescue them. As a result, Avranius insisted on moving forward again. The abandoned equipment and baggage fell on the shoulders of soldiers who had not yet fought. In the end, even the most relaxed strong soldiers in daily training were miserable. As for the allies and auxiliary soldiers from the native Spanish people, they were used to running lightly on their daily lives, and asking them to carry these things was even more uncomfortable than death. As a result, the army was extremely slow--even six Romans did not arrive in the whole day.

When Caesar was panting and arrived at the front battlefield at dusk, the battle was still in full swing. The consul laughed and shouted, "Okay, okay, the warriors under my command were simply my pride. "Even if I didn't completely defeat this kid Secktus, I would not be able to fight Pompey's elite, and force them to be in a mess. We are already sure to win!"

Then he ordered several legions, mainly recruits, to undertake miscellaneous tasks, occupy the stream and start building camps, and the three legions that fought fiercely, except for the cavalry that continued to follow and harass, all returned to rest and rescue the wounded. "These three legions issued additional rations and rewards, and were exempted from the load of the future."

After nightfall, the five exhausted Pompei army corps could only face the distant destination Taraco. Under the fierce pursuit of Caesar, they could not even find a suitable flat area near the water source to camp, and could only temporarily run to the foot of a mountain to spend the night.

As a result, the next day, a fierce and small-scale battle broke out again, because Pompei's army began to stubbornly start again, while Caesar's army stubbornly pursued. This time, Caesar replaced two substitutes of the Seventh and Eighth Legions, and fought. Pompei's side abandoned the camp the day before in chaos and continued to flee eastward. Then Caesar, who rushed in on horseback, ran carefully with the generals and the generals to survey, and found that the other party had abandoned many of the bodies of pack horses.

"They were drinking horse blood to quench their thirst, and many of these horses were killed by swords, which means that their forage was about to be exhausted, and they began to kill horses to relieve the burden." After the judgment, Caesar asked his deputy general Tlureas to take the sand table and start planning the next battle. "At the thirty times ahead of Rome, there is a major ferry on the Eporo River called Corriberia, and we must intercept them in that place!"

"But the enemy's defenders are still very tenacious in fighting." Tlureas said.

Caesar shouted, "Isn't Pompei's army such a tenacious enemy? At the moment I crossed the Rubicon, I didn't expect them to become weak suddenly. Therefore, I need talents who can command the cavalry in a delicate manner, and all the elites to him, regardless of casualties, and at the right time, launch a desperate attack on Pompei's army to completely disrupt them."

The coach's words were loud and clear, but the members all looked embarrassed, because Caesar's request seemed not to be selecting commanders, but to be selecting gladiators.

Finally, a tall blonde Gallic noble young man walked out of the crowd and volunteered, "I am Vichintoli of Alvini. I have some combat experience under General Libidaus before, and I believe I can be competent."

Caesar stepped forward and hugged Vicintoli in a warm hug. "The whole army can gather 2,000 new cavalry, and give it to you. Two to three days later, when you approach Coleberia, it is the time for you to show off, young people."
Chapter completed!