Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The weaknesses of the Legion that the Persians can think of, the Romans can naturally also think of-soldiers landing and forming a formation require a certain amount of time and space.

The cavalry of the demon-born hybrid and the blood-axe orc, staring at themselves, just landed, and the heavy infantry that has not yet formed a formation will immediately bear the heavy cavalry charge of the opposing heavy cavalry... Hell, these people start Burning ports, demolishing houses in fishing villages, and throwing a large amount of construction waste on the beach, obstructing the space for infantry formation!

The lord of the Second Legion frowned and ordered the fleet to circle to the safer West, trying to find a sufficiently open and safe landing site. However, the cavalry of the demon descendant, like a tarsal maggot, followed like a shadow, accompanied by the fleet galloping on the road.

"Can't let them go! The scout said that there is a heavily guarded fortress not far to the west. If these three legions slowly land and assemble inside the fortress, our winning side will be greatly reduced-not to mention, these **** The Roman Legion is not our primary goal at all!"

The demon leader waved the horse whip in her hand irritably. Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something. The scarlet face full of exotic customs showed an evil smile.

"Bring up all the prisoners, and kill them to death in front of them! I want to see if they can still sit on the boat!"

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The Roman soldiers who had assembled on the deck in Zaoyi's eyes widened in shock-the Persians used a strong twine to tie the hands of hundreds of prisoners behind them. Then, the other end of the rope was tied to the saddle, and then, these Teflin cavalry laughed, their legs clamped their stomachs, urging the mount under the hip to run at full speed in front of the Romans!

Ordinary humans can't run with war horses. What's more, these captives are old, weak, sick and disabled, or wounded militiamen who have been exhausted when resisting the invasion. They followed the demons and after barely running for a few steps, they were soon caught by the war horses. Pulled to the ground.

Hundreds of war horses, dragging hundreds of prisoners, galloped in front of the soldiers of the three legions, the delicate skin, on the ground covered with stones and gravel, was smeared by rubbing and dragging flesh and blood! There were scarlet and dazzling **** roads left behind, and the captives looked desperately at the fleet on the sea. The heartbreaking eyes made the Legionnaires tremble with anger!

The Persians even used magic to amplify the screams of these people, making the half-elves howl in pain, and constantly torturing the spirit and will of the soldiers.

"Go ahead! Leave the shore alone. Their sacrifice and death will turn into the foundation of our victory."

The lord of the Second Legion was unmoved, watching the Persian performance almost indifferently. For hundreds of civilians, tens of thousands of professional soldiers suffer serious injuries? What a joke.

"Legion commander! Some ships have left the fleet!"

Julian turned his head abruptly - at the end of the mighty fleet, there were dozens of tall double-deck sailboats, separated from the team and sprinted towards the beach at full speed!

"What's the matter with those people?"

The lord of the Second Legion squinted angrily, observing the totems and words on the dozens of flags—on the scarlet underside, the sacred and brilliant golden silk thread embroidered a she-wolf who was feeding two human babies. .

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"The First Italian Legion?! What are they doing?! Mage, send a message right away! Let them come back!"

Seeing that nearly one-third of the ships left the fleet and rushed to the northern beach at full speed. Julian took a deep breath. If he remembers correctly, the commander of the First Legion: The hometown of Vindonius, seems to be a fishing village on the southern coast of Asia Minor... Damn it! ! !

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"He is neither Augustus nor a war commander. Why should I order my legion?! Go back and tell him that he is a legion commander, and Lao Tzu is also a legion commander!"

The lord of the first legion had bloodshot eyes and directly cut off the arcane communication of the second legion. , Accompanied by the deafening thunder and roar, the sturdy hull of the double-deck sailboat slammed into the soft sand!

"boom!!!"

The first to jump off the ship were the servants and logistic militias of the First Italian Legion. These cannon fodder, wearing simple leather armor or even no armor, holding spears and wooden shields, moved forward quickly, trying to gather the regular army. Fighting for enough space and time, they shrank fearfully behind a fragile wooden shield, and densely packed sharp spear points bulged forward, forming a forest of steel.

Immediately afterwards, with the loud and stern sound of the bugle, and the shocking roar of drums, countless bards sang their voices and sang the impassioned war hymn of the empire! Inspiring the morale of nearby friendly forces, the crimson eagle flag with six bright silver rings on the top of it decorated with gold palms and flagpoles, fluttering in the wind in the hands of the bard!

LEG·I·COH·I

The golden palm symbolizes the main force and elite of the legion. There are only ten battalions in a legion, and the battalion with the most brilliant record is qualified to use the palm of gold instead of the tip of the ordinary eagle flag. The six silver rings represent the six hundred people team made up.

LEG means Legion Legion, COH means Cohort Battalion.

The first battalion, the most elite main force of the First Army, followed these cannon fodder and jumped off the ship. Between the iron rings, the excellent chain mail fixed with rivets, accompanied by the actions of more than 600 professional soldiers. , Rustling!

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Immediately afterwards, another scarlet eagle flag with sharp spears on two sides and six silver rings hung on the flagpole, surrounded by countless soldiers, fluttered over the battlefield. The soldiers of the 9th and 10th battalions, In response to the command of the legionnaire, they jumped off the deck and quickly formed a battle under the protection of the cannon fodder.

And the soldier standing in front of them, covered in golden oriental scale armor, broad and majestic shoulders, tied with a blood-colored robe, on the vicissitudes of life, a pair of golden pupils, exhaled substantial sacredness. Raging fire! He waved the hard-headed hammer and tower shield in his hand, and his limbs exuded incomparably dazzling golden light!

"WAAAGH!!!"

Under the command of the commander-in-chief, a blood axe WARBOSS with a height of three meters and a metal scaly armor, screamed up to the sky! The nine thousand orc boys riding on the scarlet Sigug, bent their bows and arrows while the pigs rushed forward, venting their anger at the Romans!

Even in the course of the charge, these well-trained green-skinned orcs under the banner of the blood axe still maintain an extremely neat formation. A line of cavalry still maintains a nearly straight line-this kind of military The quality is enough to crush most of the cavalry of the era!

"Archers cover! For the empire!!!"

The First Italian Legion stationed on the Danube Defense Line chose thirty centuries of Elf Rangers and ten centuries of Elf Rangers as their auxiliary forces. These slender long ears, standing on the deck with bows and arrows, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, shot out rounds of terror against the charging green sea. Arrow rain!

Endless sharp arrows fell from the sky like raindrops. Accompanied by the endless screams of pain, on countless green skins and human cannon fodder bodies, blooming flowers and bright blood-colored poppies!

Hundreds of arrows filled with magic were also precisely aimed at by the master, and fell in front of the blood axe cavalry. The mysterious spells poured on the arrows immediately exploded, sputtering a pool of light in all directions. Brown grease. Almost connected into a long river of grease.

Some Skugs charging at full speed maintained their balance and rushed directly across the greasy river. The other red meat bumps fell to the ground comically at the moment they stepped on the grease, their chubby body, like a greasy ball, rolling around uncontrollably.

And the green skin on their backs? It is like a motorcycle driver who has driven the speed to the limit. After being suddenly braked by the greasy technique, they are directly thrown out of the saddle under the action of inertia! Accompanied by a stern wailing, wildly waving the green skins of his limbs, he drew a dark green arc in the air, slamming it heavily in front of the conscripted soldiers, and several bones were broken! Before the orcs got up with a grunt, a few sharp spears immediately pierced their backs.

However, the number of opponents is really too much. There are still thousands of cavalrymen. They rushed through the range of the greasy technique. Later, they found the blood axe orcs that did not correspond to them, or the fallen body of their compatriots, or the command history Gu Ge leaped high in the air, jumping directly over the long brown river.

"Stay! Hold on! Remember how you train during the slack season? Bend your knees! Move the center of gravity forward! The end of the spear touches the ground and lifts up tilted! The enemy's cavalry will directly hit your spear! Directly! Kill! For the empire!!!"

"For the Empire!!!"

Several militia captains sent out, encouraging the morale of the conscripted cannon fodder-but the blood axe orcs are not fools, no cavalry will attack such a dense spear frontally, they skillfully reined the cavalry beast under the crotch and jumped off the saddle , Drew out the spare steel shield and battle axe, accompanied by the deafening roar of battle, rushed to the Roman shield wall on foot.

"WAAAGH!!!"

The cannon fodder raised their heads in horror, looking up at the two-meter-tall green-skin monsters and the fragile wooden shields in their hands. Under the vigorous blow of the orcs, they broke apart. Opening a horrible mouth of blood, like a greedy beast, desperately tearing his own flesh and blood!

The first group of orcs, with their Skugs, shredded the cannon fodder front on foot, while the second group of greenskins simply rode on Skugs and directly trampled and smashed the enemy’s chaotic front. The elf's head and thick arms, holding a terror lance that is more than four meters long, roared and rushed to the place where the eagle flag was flying!