Augustus Under the Horseshoe

A demon-born cavalry can kill a Roman soldier in seconds, a centurion’s demon-born cavalry can also defeat a centurion’s Roman soldier, but if these disciplined Romans reach tens of thousands of people, this kind of terror The quantity will produce a qualitative change.

The three newly assembled battalions slammed to the left, cooperating with the fellow comrades of the First Italian Legion, with green leather attacking blood axes on both sides, and a scarlet flag on one side, slowly but resolutely advancing forward. Free up more space for the fourth, fifth, sixth, and three battalions of Legionnaires to land and gather!

Teflin tried to help back, but those who were not as fast as them, and were more mobile, bit them hard and fast!

"Persian demons like gold, and noble generals usually use golden robes and helmets to show their rights..."

Relying on his terrifying and terrifying aura like a giant dragon, Painhurs continued to tear and stab the battlefront wearing the demon descendant, looking for the opponent's commander amidst the demon descendant's cry, collapse, and wailing. ——Just like he couldn’t tell the difference between the green-skinned face, there are some blind-faced warchiefs, looking at the scarlet faces that are almost indistinguishable from each other, and some are crazy-so who is that? The commander of this army?

"Woo-"

Suddenly, a gloomy and terrifying horn sound came from afar again. He had already used divine magic to heal the wounds on his body. The dark guards, burning with shadow flames, took out the first place from the spare horses. The two-shot lance, the mighty and powerfully killed from a distance. The second charge was launched!

The faint shadows burning with the flames of hell, burning from the shadow of the horse, stretched forward frantically on the battlefield covered with blood corpses, connected with the shadows of the horses and horses in the back row, entwined with the sky. The shield of the black mist surrounded the black guards. All those who were blocking the path of shadow were pushed aside by these fanatical shields of divine art, allowing an unimpeded path of shadow!

"For the glory of the King of Kings!!!"

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

The dark guards screamed in the name of the gods, a knife cast by the shadow, cut their flesh and blood, and the blood splattered wet the tip of Tevlin's gun. They sacrificed and sacrificed. Sacrificing his own flesh and blood, let his weapon burn a dark red death karma!

And the horses, one by one, breathing accelerated, their eyes were congested, and two hearts were beating frantically, making the red blood surging inside their six limbs! Scarlet blood mist oozes out of their skins and rushes into the sky!

Divine sacrifice VS violent gesture.

A spear burning with shadow flames, along with the force of the charge, directly tore the armor and flesh of the horses and horses, hitting a blossoming flower of blood on their bodies! However, it is impossible to kill these large monsters with extremely tenacious vitality and violent bonuses, their own horses, and even the rider itself, but will be slightly shorter with a halberd, accompanied by the roar of primitive beasts, in the next Seconds, I was stabbed with a heartbreak.

The role of force is mutual. Cavalry can use the horse to charge, which can make the spear double the lethality, and it will also be counter-charged by the spear, resulting in the same effect.

For a time, the horses collided, the spears intersected, the flames of the shadow, and the red blood mist intertwined, and went straight into the sky! Every minute and every second, there will be the best fighters on both sides. In this **** battle, they will die on the battlefield.

Just as the war was expanding and escalating step by step, Bolanjar, who had been hiding behind him, suddenly sucked in a cold breath. His heart seemed to be held tightly by a hand of cold ice, and almost stopped. It's beating!

On the sea level in the distance, a white-faced sail appeared again. She didn’t think it was her own fleet. In these days, there was no Suez Canal connecting the Red Sea and the Mediterranean. The Sassanian Persian navy was not weak, but there was no Mediterranean out there. Haikou cannot pose any threat to the coastal cities of Rome. It is only the Roman fleet that can drive on this sea area.

The other generals who supervised the war also found the distant sails. With the passage of time, they could already see the Latin text on it, and the horror totem depicting the golden skeleton.

LEG·IV·SCYTHICA

"It's the Fourth Legion! Peturabo's Fourth Sisu Legion!!! That lunatic is coming again!!!"

The Sphinx was so frightened that he took a breath of air! Decades ago, the Great Sculptor who had just walked out of the White Tower, with only a crippled imperial legion, bombarded and tore through deep defense lines all the way, exploding a block of deep ditch. The base, all the way to the Armenian Palace, the terrifying memory of capturing their king alive, is deeply imprinted in the depths of every survivor's mind!

"Now, which legions are fighting us?"

Bolanjar forcefully stabilized his mind and asked the general next to him.

"The First Italian Legion, the Second Hercules Legion, and the Seventh Claudia Legion. According to the spy report, the defense areas of these legions are all on the Danube-ah, probably north of Greece."

The general next to the prince's daughter issued a kind reminder.

"Then the local Greek reinforcements came by ship, not by land as we imagined--that is, we won't be encountering a large-scale Roman army to the west, right?"

"Commander-do you want to get closer to the east? Go back! Join the King of Kings! The mission has failed! Now, there are four legions concentrated in Asia Minor. Once they all land, we have no chance of victory! "

"I haven't failed yet!"

Boranjaer's eyes widened angrily, and his crimson skin became more and more red in his anger.

"I haven't failed yet! This is not a retreat! This is called a strategic turn! These iron tortoises can't keep up with our speed! The order! The whole army set off to the east! Leave these guys alone, let's go directly to Bosporu Strait!"

"Your will."

A group of generals bowed their heads helplessly, accompanied by the melodious and majestic sound of the horns, and the messengers riding fast horses passed the will of the queen to every commander of the demon descendant, the orc, and the sphinx.

The Sphinx shrugged, these dexterous big cats quickly jumped back, twisting their waists back, and staying away from these heavy and murderous soldiers.

Although Greenskin's eyes were red, the blood axe orc's discipline has exploded to other clans, and they still obeyed the orders and set out to the east.

The five-meter tall man, regretfully wiped the blood from his lips: In the beginning, he was indeed hung up and beaten by the Roman general who was entwined with the triple magic arts. The green muscles that bulged like a hill were covered with **** scars.

However, this WARBOSS just resisted the other party's terrorist attack like a violent storm, burning with a golden flame! It's time for the magic to dissipate! Then, he skillfully waved the battle axe in his hand, and did not give the opponent time to continue to perform the magical magic. If he continues to fight, I am afraid that the opponent will become the first senior commander to die in this war.

Seeing the retreat of the mixed army, Painhurs waved his hand to stop the chasing of the horses. If all the 20,000 cavalrymen landed, he would definitely dared to sound the horn of the charge, shout a violent battle, and retreat the opponent in an orderly manner, turning the opponent into a rout, but now he has two thousand men in his hand. And after the rage is over, they will immediately fall into a state of fatigue-forget it, the longer the Persians persist, the more commissions they will get.

The warchief began to figure out some operations to raise the bandit’s self-respect, and the Roman soldiers in heavy armor were unable to chase the cavalry coming and going, so they had to open the site and quickly let other soldiers land. The priests chanted sincerely. Sacred prayers began to heal the injured compatriots.

After a while, the fleet from the west also slowly arrived at Myra. Pain Hess squinted his eyes and saw three huge legion totems, hideous and terrifying skull skulls, brilliant thunder and lightning, half sheep and half fish Capricorn monsters, and the corresponding Latin characters.

LEG·IV·SCYTHICA

LEG·XII·FULMINATA

LEG·XXX·ULPIAVICTRIX

"Fourth Sisu Army, Twelfth Thunder and Lightning Army, 30th Urpius Victory Army..."

A few **** angry veterans took a breath. Wait, it seems that the Roman soldiers who defended the Viseurius fortress and fought fiercely with them are the members of the 30th Urpius Victory Legion——