"The beautiful Greece, the glorious remains of sadness... The latest and most complete novels have passed away, but immortal; the greatness has subsided." - Byron

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Finally, the sound of a sudden war trumpet sounded over the hills over there. The three brigades of Galius rushed out in time according to the order, bravely attacked the rear defense line of Pompei's army, and fought several unintentional warfare teams to flee. Peletaus was cautious and hurriedly ordered to give up and continue the attack. The proud Pompei veterans could no longer maintain their formation and retreated in a mess. They fought hard for a long time and pushed forward a little. Finally, they snatched a river and stream. Many soldiers buried their heads in them, greedily drinking gulps of cows. After drinking the clear and sweet water, their stomachs began to hunger again. Then, the original pillar-like anesthesia mentality, such as "leader", "obedience", "glory" and other words turned upside down in their empty abdomen.

A soldier couldn't help but started crying, and then several people were accompanied by him. Soon, the soldiers' crying sounds shook the earth in the positions and formations of Pompei's army. When they saw crows falling down, pecking at the corpses of their partners or enemies sank in front of them, the crying sound became even more miserable.

On the hillside, many people from Li Bida's 27th Legion also started to cry.

"Everyone wants to survive!" This is the most direct voice of everyone on this fierce battlefield. They are in a standard "siege" situation, and Sequetus and Peletaus have to fight. Li Bida, Galius and others have to defend.

"Sab, all the money that will be distributed to the army will not be allowed to cry anymore!" Under the flag, Li Bida's cloak and armor were stained with blood and ashes, but he still sat upright in front of the stick and ordered without expression, "All centurions and tenth captains will take turns patrolling the camp every half of the stairs to prevent the enemy from sneak attacking and escaping. It also prevents the soldiers on their own side from escorting and killing them on the spot."

Over there, as the sound of the sky cries, Seyx took off his helmet, his curly hair was scattered, and he cried to the sky. Standing among the weeping crowd, he admitted to Peletaus, "Everyone sat on the ground, keep the funeral posture. Be prepared to face Caesar's people in the future and surrender."

"Tomorrow, I will select four more brigades. After another assault, the opponent's casualties will be more than half. The last time that rushed from the flank today should be their last reserve team." Peletaus was very excited. As Pompei's oldest and most loyal subordinate, he knew that if Pompei's youngest son really surrendered, the family's lintel would be stained with great stains.

"I understand your feelings for the Pompei family, but now it is not the time to pay attention to these false names. Although I respect people like Katu, I will never imitate him on the battlefield. What's the use of rushing over? The army is over, and the five legions and thirty brigades of alliance auxiliary soldiers have long been lost. Even if I can rush over in the future, how many people can you and I bring back to Taraco? Six brigades, four brigades, or three? The shame that will be suffered is the same as the commander abandoning soldiers on the battlefield. The whole Spain will fall into Caesar's hands without any mistakes. It's better to accept the judgment of fate with your comrades after the war." Seyktus said sadly, then he sat down, grafted a little flame with the branches, burning his already bent dagger, and then inserted it into it."

In the soil, in the wisps of green smoke, he continued, "No firewood, no forage, and no wheat, it is meaningless to continue fighting, right? The soldiers could not accept it, they collapsed. My father's strategy was wrong at the beginning. He missed Italy for too long and divided the elites in Spain and the East, giving Caesar the opportunity to defeat each other. Yes - I am praising Caesar, a lustful old bald man. He did a beautiful job and was in a scheduling legion. First, he led the main force to block us in the Pyrenees, and then he led the main force to capture Marcella and gained the sea route, and detoured to Lusitania, cutting off our retreat. Next, all that was left was to escape in a hurry. My father had worked hard to run the province for so many years, and it turned out to be so vulnerable."

In the flash of fire, Seyx's father-in-law Libo also sat on the ground, pondering silently, and the sorrows of the soldiers of the entire army made him feel upset.

Finally, after the resolution, everyone approved Peletaus's plan to "last charge" in the morning of the coming day, because the entire army collapsed in a cowardly manner, which was an insult to anyone.

On the hillside, Li Bida also began to order the books, official documents and soldiers he brought were burned one after another. "If Caesar's main force had not launched a general attack the next day, we would all die here, and these things were unnecessary."

In the blazing fire, the generals were speechless, only Conbano's eyes flashed, as if he was hesitating about something.

Suddenly, he pointed to the river and shouted, and several bonfires were lit in the dark, "It's the Sixth Corriberia's Army! They crossed the river to reinforce!"

Angandinus worked hard to raise some small ships on the same day, and then went back and forth overnight, sending the new forces of the three brigades over one after another. Although there were only a few people who took supplies for half a day, they brought decisive morale to the whole army.

The happy Li Bida had already calculated that these three brigades were enough. In the early morning, he immediately asked the three brigades of the Sixth Legion to line up along the hillside. Everyone required distinctive clothes and armor, holding excellent weapons and shields, while the soldiers of the Twenty-Seventh Legion were all standing in the queue behind them, holding flags.

When Peletaus finally gathered all the manpower and lined up the formation and walked towards the hillside, the soldiers were shocked to find that the enemy still had a powerful backhand: a brand new face, bright and neat armor, mixed with orderly camp flags and team marks, standing in front of them in a dense manner, like an unshakable iron wall.

Regardless of the rebukes of the centurions, the soldiers who were most accustomed to fighting also lost their confidence, dragged their bodies, and began to retreat continuously. Everything didn't matter, as long as the war ended sooner!

In fact, only the two or three rows in front were reinforcements from the Sixth Corps. The soldiers of the Twenty-Seventh Corps behind had already lost the strength to continue fighting. They stood up and showed off, but they became the last straw that crushed Pompei's army.

The sound of shouting and horse hooves came from the west - the four thousand elite cavalry of Vichentoli and Dussenvier also destroyed the wooden fence in the Syketus camp. The prisoners killed all the wounded and rushed towards Pompei's army behind them.
Chapter completed!