"Without the loss of others, there will be no gain of one person."—

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The left wing of Pompei's army was the first to be blasted. They were still maintaining their previous alert state without changing. The cavalry and elephant soldiers were connected together and arranged on the front line. The infantry was still behind, holding shovels and pickaxes, and carrying out unfinished barriers. At this time, they saw Caesar's "Skylark" Fifteenth Legion, most of which were fierce and light-clad swordsmen, shouting the Celtic battle horns, blowing the golden horse trumpet, and rushed towards the 12th and 15th Legion like an angry tide. The hunting spears and arrow feathers shot out from the back row of the 15th Legion were flying above their heads, and the long chopping swords in their hands were shaking directly towards the elephant group.

In the rumbling sound, the light chariots that were lit on the front of the car were also charged with the Skylark Legion. They were swiftly and swiftly with long sickles that buzzed and rotated rapidly between the elephants. The people and horses were flying together. The elephant group itself was also trampled by the darts, spears, stones and lead bombs accurately and densely shot by the 15th Legion. The brave Skylark Legion, after receiving the training of Caesar's "How to fight the elephants", was skillfully divided into a team of ten people and twenty people.

Instead of taking a defensive position like Li Bida, they each surrounded an elephant and directly held the long sickle and oar used by the boat oarsmen in their hands, tied a sharp blade on their heads, lit a fire and burned it, and stabbed the elephant without armor. The result was just as Li Bida expected. These large livestock were actually the most vulnerable. They were even more afraid of sharp and small weapons damage than humans. Soon the elephants were killed, and a group of them destroyed their subsequent formations, and a few of them were spinning around in circles and strolling wildly.

Many elephant masters immediately executed the huge mount under their crotch with the thorns in their hands, but then they were pulled down by the brave Gauls and they were also executed by the long sword.

Finally, there was an elephant, who was beaten crazy by flying stones and long sickles. During the chaos, it knocked over a military slave who came up to pick up the spoils, then knelt down and crushed the slave alive. Then a centurion of the fifth legion bravely rushed up. As a result, like Rai Bruce, he was firmly surrounded by the beast's long nose. Fortunately, he was using a long sword and his arms were always exposed, so he slashed the elephant's nose, and finally chopped the part up to scars. He could only let it go and turn around to escape. Several other soldiers of the fifth legion rushed up and saw the legs of the elephant with a long sickle. As a result, it could only kneel down in the sound of pain, never move again, indicating submission, and no longer dared to resist. So the extremely brave slave of the fifth legion also came up, and used chains and ropes to "seize" it as spoils.

The Numidian cavalry who covered the war elephants, or who wanted to be covered by the war elephants, turned around and fled under the impact of the chariots and infantry. In this way, the 12th and 15th Legions who continued to follow the ranks, followed the Fifteenth Legion, rushed up to climb the camp on the left wing of the Pompei army, and fought cruelly with the enemies who threw down their tools and picked up weapons to resist. There were slogans of "victory". The flames shone the night like day. The Pompeii party members in the south of the Salt Lake in Tapusus were all frightened.

The two legions on the left wing also came over. The first barrier on the front line of Pompei was captured. Except for a small number of people inside, the rest were killed in despair and terror. Next was the second and third...

Vibrius, the chief centurion of Pompei's First Legion, held the golden hare flag, and stood in front of the corpses all around him after all the soldiers were killed or injured in battle, and loudly encouraged their soldiers, asking them not to abandon the flag and Lord Dick Thudd. Then in the dark and fire, Caesar's Weaver cavalry rushed over with the sound of roaring horse hooves. The thrown javelin pierced Vibrius' forehead, but he did not fall, and he still held the pride of the army tightly. With his remaining instinct, the cavalry flew past his body one by one, and the javelins laid on him gradually turned into a hedgehog-like sculpture, until several military slaves holding axes and sticks cut off his hands and took off the flag.

At this time, Pompei had just walked out of Mikning Town with Peletaus and took his entourage guards and prepared to go to the front line to supervise the battle. As a result, he saw the defeated soldiers who fled like an avalanche and understood that all the first, second and sixth legions were elites who had been in disgrace for many years. He was at ease with the combat effectiveness of any of them. But now - that is to say, the great Pompei, the invincible Pompei, probably after a complete failure, would disappear into the dust of Afiliga with all his glory!

But he still wanted to die like an eagle. Pompei roared and said to all the defeated soldiers, "Let's turn around and die facing the enemy,!" After that, he rode himself on the horse, picked up a spear, wrapped in Alexander's cloak, and rushed up with the guard. He seemed to have returned to his 23-year-old, the handsome curly hair and shy, inherited his father's army, and personally leaped on the horse with his spear in the battle, stabbed the enemy general under the horse. He was young and handsome, who won the title of "Inperato" in the army. All the people loved him, and all the nobles were jealous of him, "Follow me to charge, Pompei's soldiers!" He shouted happily and enthusiastically, just like his own victory, chasing the defeated soldiers of the enemy.

Pompei was scattered in the melee, but at this moment the battlefield was full of "fe-day". The shouts of "fe-day" were the slogans of the Roman army to pursue and defeat the fleeing enemies. However, the shouts were all from Caesar's soldiers. The sound even reached the city of Tapsus, and the Thirteenth Legion staying in the blockade line were "slaughtering" the Tapsus people who were escaping from the city.

Because the land and sea of ​​this city were all blocked, many people could only swim, carrying wooden boards to swim and run away from a small door beside the sea, but this area was controlled by Libida's deputy general Petternius, and four bellows cannons and twelve scorpion crossbows, as well as two brigades of archers, and fire dragons passed through the water. There was an extremely narrow beach, and the water was waist-deep. The Talsus people had to cross this distance to escape, but the flames shot from the bellows burned their bodies and hairs. Many people yelled and slowly poured into the water. Those who escaped the flames and climbed ashore were also shot to death by bows and arrows and guns.

Hearing the shouts of "Fe Day" getting farther and farther away, Commander Petternius could no longer hold back. He summoned six infantry brigades of the Legion and said, "The Tapsus people have nothing to do, so I am ready to attack, otherwise our army will have no reputation in this war." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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