Seeing the Li Bida cavalry galloping, what was surging in his heart was not hatred, but a sense of envy. However, he was the captain of the cavalry of this army, but he had no war horses under his command, only a group of "cavalry who dismounted and fought in the field". Because there was no forage or water, all the horses under his jurisdiction had been disposed of... Read the latest and most complete novel

But the little Thor's mount, the little red horse, was still there. At least he could have a showdown with the enemy at the same height, so he roared, just like the Persian nobles in the East, and mentioned the battle axe that the Romans did not often use, and led his pedestrian subordinates. His father-in-law Libo held the formation for him, personally acted as a vanguard, and hedged against Libida's Mathian cavalry.

In the flying river sand, Seyktus's loyal subordinates sprinkled blood, one after another, trampled, or were killed by the spear in Mathia's hand, but everyone was still holding short soldiers and fought bravely. The blue feather feather on Li Bida's helmet was stained with blood, and his expression became very terrifying. He held a fighting sword in his hand and kept cutting the rushing enemies. Hanske also shouted and tried to protect him, with figures shaking and harsh horn whistles everywhere, "I didn't expect that now I was my vanguard general, to protect me on behalf of Alp. "Li Bida shouted self-deprecatingly, but the effect of his own attack was slowly revealed, that is, the second-line soldiers of Pompei's army were alternated and cut off, causing chaos.

Now both sides have abandoned any tactics and have completely evolved into a group of scattered soldiers fighting without formations. Soldiers of all kinds of skin color are mixed together, like the turbid current of Eporo rising, stabbing and dodging each other. The sound of cracking and breaking bones and falling flesh. Those without weapons either shaking down with arrows. Or they try their best to knock the enemy to the ground and dig each other's eyes at each other.

"The general with blue feathers opposite, you must not be a Roman. What kind of sacrifice did Caesar offer to the evil god to liberate you from the dirty and dark valley and endanger the people of the country!" About fifty Roman feet away, Seyxtus jumped off his mount. He held a Spanish leather shield in his left hand and a shiny battle axe in his right hand, and hugged his waist and quickly approached Li Bida.

"I'm sorry, I have promised my dead subordinates and lost interest in fighting among commanders. Moreover, you are so young, I'm probably not one of the two commanders in this team." Li Bida said, and quickly turned around, and waved his hand. Hanske's Gaul and Germanic cavalrymen threw short javelins at Syketus, and shouted, denying Li Bida's despicable and cowardly. In addition, he flexibly used a leather shield to block the flying javelin, moved his body helplessly, and was forced to retreat.

Soon after, both sides retreated to the range of the other projectors, readjusted their formation, and prepared for the next round of fighting. Li Bida had to admit that if the Pompei army on the opposite side had a full meal and had plenty of physical strength, not to mention five legions, even if three chief thousand-man teams were drawn, his 27th legion might not be able to resist two days.

Now, in the middle of Japan, the hillside is covered with wounded soldiers and corpses. The newly built legion has performed well enough, but if Pompei's army launches another charge in the next round and Li Bida still wants to stabilize the front, he must have some luck: either successfully use Gallius's reserve team, or get reinforcements, or Caesar's main force arrives in time to cooperate with him to annihilate the enemy.

If anyone else had hoped that these lucky situations would happen at the same time, but Li Bida was different. He was already a sophisticated and calm battlefield killer. In terms of courage, he might not be as good as Syketus just now, but in terms of calmness, he was far superior to the other party. Li Bida had always believed that what is needed in modern wars is precise calculations, and the same was true in ancient times, even if the wars in this era are often full of artistic and dramatic.

"Then let's do it step by step, don't lose anxiety." Li Bida murmured in his heart, and then asked the tired and injured soldiers to retreat to the camp behind to rest, leaving some cavalry and light-armed soldiers to monitor the movements of Pompei's army, and the rest of those with combat power had a meal and rest again.

In fact, in terms of supplies, Li Bida is almost embarrassed by Syketus, but he also needs to hold on and throw all the remaining food and fodder to the people evenly, and then "pull it down"!

The Pompei army was obviously slowly stirring on the open ground. Compared with Li Bida's troops, they were even more inexpensive in time. Hunger, fatigue and the pain of not having a back camp slowly emerged. They had to rush out in one go, otherwise they would die without a burial place, but it was obvious that the enemy was still resisting on the cross-sectional hillside.

"This attack has been used even the Allies." Li Bida murmured. In his downward sight, Seketus and Peletaus also pressed the troops on the third line, and the dense helmets and human faces were all squeezed together, and it was impossible to distinguish them clearly. This was to give some huge oppression to the 27th Legion and use the advantage of the number of people to defeat the opponent's defense. Seketus never expected that the great Pompey's subordinates would also have to use this trick.

On the other side, the cavalry cannons that could still operate in the four gates once again "voiced" at the front line. The stone bomb fragments smashed waves of Pompei soldiers to the ground, but they still endured hunger and casualties, and kept their formation firmly. Even Conbano shouted angrily, scolding the other party's tenacity, "We will be finished when they rushed over this hillside." This was his shout. Now the soldiers on the second line were reduced to the front line, and the military slaves and guards were all put on the ground, fighting for their own destiny on the hillside. Everyone was fighting for their destiny.

Gradually, the numerical advantage of Pompei's army began to emerge. Even the Allied soldiers on the third line, even if they could not fight directly, pushed forward. Li Bida's defense line became thinner and thinner, and was squeezed and deformed more and more. "You can no longer defend, you have cavalry, please retreat quickly! Anyway, the main force of the consul is coming soon." Hanske persuaded him, holding his reins.

"No, if it is defeated, then the previous sacrifices and losses will be meaningless." Li Bida gritted his teeth and said, "Now, blow the trumpet, and ask the three brigades that Galius ambush over there to turn into blades and give them from behind. In addition, all the Mathians fought on foot and pressed on the front line with me!"

A trumpeter with his eyes injured and blood flowed continuously, used all his strength to blow the signal to the high place over there. The shrill trumpet sounds mixed with the sound of killing, echoing around the valley, endlessly.
Chapter completed!