This was the first confrontation between two elite armies at the extremes of the two worlds. Or the Romans knew very little about the Sarmatians. Many naturalists always confused them with the Scythians, but the Scythians were good at using bow and arrow guerrilla tactics; while the Salmatians had equal weight in bow and arrow and were able to fight both roam and fight tough battles. Their tactics were quite similar to the Mathian cavalry, and they were also arranged in loose queues of raids, waving long cavalry spears, approaching the position of the Fifteenth Legion.

Especially the fish and dragon flag held by King Asand of Salmatia is a striking and cool sign. Its front end is a golden dragon head with a hideous face and sharp teeth. Behind it is a "fish body" made of a bag. Once it runs and gallops, the wind pours into the dragon head, pulls the fish body up and flutters, and drives the wind wheel in the bag, making a long whistle and gives the enemy strong psychological pressure.

Unfortunately, the 15th Legion, which had fought many fierce battles with the continental continent in the desert, would not take this fish and dragon flag into the eyes. Facing the coming Sarmatians, they arranged all the archers diagonally into two rows in front and back, each row with a bow and arrow, and then shot in a row with a centralized direct shot, and then a centralized shot in a row. This is an improvement on the "*-one" thunder volley tactic.

The Salmatias fell off their horses in the pouring rain of arrows. More and more people and horses were shot and wounded and lost, and their formation became increasingly rare. They only had about one thousand people. They were fragile and powerless before facing the fire-gathering shooting of nearly three thousand archers of the 15th Legion. What's more, the remaining infantry of the 15th Legion began to form hollow small square formations, preparing to fight with the cavalry.

In the end, Assand held the fish and dragon flag, but the whimpering sound was moving in the opposite direction and gradually distant. In the short distance between the two furlongs, he actually lost nearly 400 strong cavalrymen and collapsed before he saw the enemy's formation. This caused a huge blow to the brave and warlike Assand's psychology. He remembered the name of the Roman general Libidaus from the heart. When he subsequently expeditioned to Bosphorus, he subdued readily in exchange for the title of the Roman allies and provided him with mercenaries.

Seeing the nomadic cavalry fled in a panic, Minand raised his body in the saddle, and shed tears. Because after these cavalry left, he could only hope to defeat the 12th legion that could resist head-on, otherwise they would be killed or injured in the flying arrows sooner or later. "The trumpet of the entire army's attack is not allowed to retreat. I repeat it again, and no one is allowed to retreat!" Minand had become a red-eyed gambler. He bent the whip and purred nervously, "What I got is a good omen of great victory. All immortal gods should be on my side, just hold on for a while. Hold on for a while."

At this moment, the heavy casualties of the Copper Shield Army, in groups of three or three, had already stepped on the mountain-stacked corpses and arched into the camps deep in the 12th Legion. However, under the clever command of Karenus and Biduita, all the soldiers still resisted one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one. The momentum of the Copper Shield Army was also declining. Many soldiers were injured and could not continue to move forward. They sat in their place covered in blood, holding the sword on their bodies tightly in their hands, or the broken spear, and widened their eyes wide, shouting for the victory end of their own legion.

At this moment, Tagus jumped onto the earthen platform and raised the Balantia falcon flag in his hand. Then the soldiers pulled off the hidden leather and grass from the wooden fence. They designed the continuous belly-shooting bow designed by Adiana in the defense of Takton. This time, six were specially removed from the fortress tower and transported to the front line here. "Amacia and Sinop are my ancestors and cannot be restored. For me, no matter what the future is, my life will be dim. Therefore, I Adiana, a descendant of the Mitra family, will support the Roman cavalry commander at all costs."

The Ubertnian gunner who operated the continuous arch of the belly was skillfully twitching the wooden engine back and forth with his hands. The "grizz" sound, with a short-range but powerful crossbow arrow, roaring and sweeping towards the Copper Shield Army, which was still continuing to advance, making them planted one by one like flowers that had withered in the dead of winter, and trained for five or even ten years, and easily died. Soon, the right ear legion of the Copper Shield Army was left with only a few teams left to remain intact, and the rest were broken under the brutal firepower. Then the 12th Legion shouted and launched a counterattack. They crossed the wooden fence, jumped from all directions, flexibly bit the left and right fronts and backs of the Copper Shield Army, and kept killing them with spears and daggers.

At this time, the Left Ear Legion could only divide some of the flanks and go to entangle with the Fifteenth Legion, which was shooting archery wildly from afar. The other teams could not advance or retreat between the central positions. They could only sway back and forth, with no use of any use.

The whole situation was already in a mess. The 12,000-strong Copper Shield Army had suffered one-third of the casualties at the second day of the afternoon, but this was not the worst. Soon, more Romans emerged on their right wing, and Li Bida personally led the five thousand cavalry and the twenty-eighth legion, together with no less than ten thousand infantry and cavalry, slowly lined up and rushed towards the weak flanks of the Copper Shield Army step by step.

There were terrifying horns everywhere, and harsh horns.

In this way, Li Bida's three legions, five thousand cavalry, led 3,000 Adiana reinforcements, and successively invested military forces around the valley of Amacia, forming a perfect pocket formation, tying Minander's bronze shield army in the middle.

"Will the Copper Shield Army be wiped out today?" Finally, Minander said this. Behind him, several priests had been held down and their heads were cut off one by one, but all this was useless. Minander saw with his own eyes that the banner embroidered with the logo of Mitra's God's Sun suddenly fell down in the fighting crowd and could never be lifted up again.

The cold wind blew, the setting sun was as blood as blood, and the unknown cold light was reflected on the soldiers of the Copper Shield Army who were crawling around with arrow feathers and wounds. The entire battlefield had turned into purgatory, with blood and snow everywhere, and corpses that died in various postures. Many soldiers' psychology had completely collapsed, either stayed in place, lost the courage to resist, was cut to death by the Roman sword, or threw down their spears, and fled in panic.
Chapter completed!