Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"What do you mean! Mortals! I've hit this point, you suddenly let me retreat? Three-headed abyss refining, we sent a total of three abyssal refining, we can not get a **** of the storm giant, and a Roman Legion commander? Ha! I will be laughed to death by my colleagues after I go back!"

After hearing the retreat command, the last one of the abyss refiners, using teleportation without hesitation, escaped from the side of the platinum star, and then replaced with another angry face, roaring with sky-shaking rage. To Da Mu Hu, he vented the boundless fear that had accumulated in his heart.

"I'll be able to kill those two **** right away! What is the reason that made you sound the horn of retreat?"

"Yeah, explain it clearly, mortal!"

The two blue dragons with side wounds, also flapping their broken golden fleshy wings, drew two blood-colored arcs in the air, and barely escaped Malfurion's pursuit.

The great druid was like a mad dog, a terrible play that traded wounds for wounds. Fight fiercely with two blue dragons in the sky. The fangs and claws, the wings and the long tail are on the body of the opponent, tearing out a series of terrible scars,

However, the lord of the legion was carrying a high-ranking priest on his back, and the girl would be healed in an instant after a medical treatment, no matter how many, no matter how serious the scars were.

"The mission was cancelled. I found something better than the previous goal-the lost crown of the Persian First Empire."

Da Mu Hu shook his drenched long hair embarrassedly, clutched his chest, vomited blood again, and said viciously.

Painhurs' hoof directly kicked his metal scales, and one or two fragile ribs.

"You gave up your mission just for a golden crown? What does that thing mean to you mortals?"

Da Mu guard fixedly looked at the scarlet devil, wiped the red blood at the corner of his mouth, and said lightly.

"Nothing, Everything."

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The raging Greek fire, like an orange-red hot sky, collapsed downwards, accompanied by scorching hot wind, and suffocating black smoke, completely submerging the fleeing Persian fishing boats and desperate demon-born sailors.

Soon, the entire sea surface was ignited by the empire's fury, and the burning flames stretched to the end of the field of vision, billowing black smoke straight into the blue sky.

Although Teflin has strong flame resistance, the Greek fire floating on the sea is endless, rapidly burning the nearby sea. The breathing system of the sailors is either full of billowing smoke or full. In the cold water, more than 10,000 half-magic sailors who launched surprise attacks were beaten out of ten, and only a few hundred people escaped by chance.

After defeating the night fleet, the Romans also began to count their own damage. Two hundred huge double-deck sailboats were sunk six and 12 were injured. The countless boats have lost about one-tenth.

And 20,000 heavily armed Legionnaires? Three centuries were wiped out, and ten centuries were injured to varying degrees, with casualties of only about 1,000.

Malfurion looked gloomy. The biggest loss was the lord of the 30th Legion. She was seriously injured and fell into the deep sea. Although she was barely rescued, at least she had to lie on the bed with this terrifying wound. A month.

"Legion commander, shall we continue to attack?" the soldiers left and right asked cautiously.

"The other side actually formed a fleet of this size in just one month, as well as those demons recruited from other worlds and giant dragons living in the desert...Are we going to attack the port?"

"Go! Why not! We killed at least 90% of their navy in the first battle tonight! What are you afraid of! Everyone was divided into two shifts at night, taking turns to watch the night and rest. At least half of the soldiers held up torches and heavy crossbows on the deck. Stand by!"

"Your will!"

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Next, there was a massacre. The port that has lost its naval cover is like a young girl exposed to the full-armed soldiers. The only result is to be ravaged.

Following the command of the lord of the legion, the ships loaded with Greek fire poured out the anger of every port and every dock on the coast of Cilicia. The billowing smoke accompanied the red anger, dyed red. Half of the sky.

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Julian calendar four hundred years, Julius month, the eleventh day. (February 11, 200 AD)

The raid lasted for a whole week. The lord of the 30th Legion recovered from a serious illness. The two commanders were extremely puzzled. They burned the port and the shipyard's mission was too smooth-even if the opponent’s navy was mostly damaged, they had the ability to summon demons The demon descendant can still summon a large number of flying demons to interfere and disrupt their actions.

However, the opponent was quiet and terrible. The defenders of the cities were only outside the range of the Scorpion Crossbow, staring at the Romans quietly, and did not stop any movement of the two legions.

Painhurs continued to memorize the spells and gestures of various common spells by rote. Although he was a sorcerer and could not use it after learning, at the very least, he must be able to distinguish the spells that the opponent is displaying and don't be beaten again. Caught off guard. Maybe, he just can counter the opponent's spell? Seven days, a full seven days have passed, and I don’t know how Christina and the others are doing.

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Sinai Peninsula

A terrifying army composed of countless soul-repelling servants, walking mightily among the yellow sands of Egypt. Although this army of gray dwarves and Githyankis is poorly equipped, it is only equipped with simple leather armor. Wooden shields, and spears, but the number is terrifying to despair, and the huge army can't see the end at a glance.

On the other hand, the Romans had only five legions with more than 50,000 people, and 30,000 drow elves called militias.

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly, the slaves covered their heads in pain, and the confused eyes of the slaves shed scarlet tears of blood. Under the command of their abominable master, the sad servants fell into complete madness, roaring and raising the spear, short bow, and javelin in their hands, like beasts, and rushed to the ready to go. Roman soldiers, by the way, with weapons in their hands, pour down the rain of arrows!

"Shooting! For the Empire! For Augustus! For the glory of the Third Diocletian Legion!"

The five leaders of the legion who were close to the legend, tried their best to tear their own pipes, and the slave laborers standing at the forefront of the legion, against the enemy's arrow rain, quickly smashed the stakes to counter the charge at the front of the battlefield. , Then, a large number of corpses were dropped and withdrawn to the rear.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of Roman crossbowmen in heavy armor held up a high-handled heavy crossbow, arranged one by one in a slightly inclined formation, so that the crossbowmen in various lines could fight each other. Shoots even more terrifying crossfire.

The first row of crossbowmen squatted on the ground, the second row of crossbowmen stood stiffly, and the third row of crossbowmen stood between the gaps between the second row of soldiers. They pulled the trigger in front of the slaves who had fallen into madness.

The sound of bowstring vibration shook the mountain and the ground, and the three rows of crossbow arrows fired in volley, raising the intensity of the Roman legion's firepower to another level. The crossed firepower also made slaves with only one shield unable to block all the arrows. All of a sudden, those Gisyankis who had fallen into madness felt that black clouds covering the sky and the sun, accompanied by the creepy whistling sound, completely submerged themselves! The slaves rushing to the forefront, like wheat being harvested, fell in pieces on the ground, and the blood spewed out and stained the entire yellow sand.

The friction of metal torn flesh, the impassioned roar of the legion, and the heart-piercing roar of the slaves mixed into a **** chorus.

The crossbowmen reloaded their crossbow arrows at the fastest speed and fired again three times! With great force, he can at least shoot through the flesh and blood of a miserable slave, and sink deeply into the chest of the second person! Generally speaking, the enlisted soldiers who were so concentrated on the fire looked at the tragic death of their compatriots around them, and their morale had long collapsed. However, these slaves under the control of the soul-seating demon are like paladins who are not afraid of death. Continue to shout and charge forward.

"Change the front!!!"

Seeing that these slaves were about to rush to their own eyes, the legion commanders reluctantly blew the horn of the change. The crossbowmen lined up in a neat and orderly formation, turning the column into a line, and each team was separated by a gap of one person. Training Well-known retreat backwards.

Behind them, Legion infantry, wearing heavy chain armor, holding tower shields and throwing guns, also lined up in long lines, interspersed between the gaps of the crossbowmen, and under the sacred guidance of a scarlet eagle. In the impassioned war singing of the military musicians, they stepped forward neatly and came to the forefront of the battlefield.

After the two teams interspersed back and forth, the pair of legions took a heavy step and quickly closed. After the wooden stakes, they turned into a neat city wall constructed of steel and flesh and blood. One hundred feet, seventy feet, forty feet! Which sad slaves are getting closer!

"For the Empire!!!"

The Roman legion in the front row burst out with a loud roar. They tried their best to throw the heavy javelins in their hands, thousands of metal javelins with a length of 1.2 meters, whizzing through the scorching sky, like A downpour of metal was severely nailed to the shields and flesh and blood of the slaves, blooming blood-colored poppies!

There is no wooden shield, no body, that can withstand such a terrifying blow. The sharp, heavy gun head pierced through the wooden shield and fragile flesh and blood, and instantly broke into two pieces. Avoid these **** foreigners, draw Roman weapons from the flesh and blood of their compatriots and in turn deal with the Roman legions.

"Don't be scared by their terrifying number of soldiers, remember. No matter how powerful and unstoppable their soldiers look like! Remember these bastards, traitors are just mere pests! No matter how many people they have, they They will only fight for themselves.

And you, you and your comrades-in-arms fighting side by side, you know that the people around you will guard your back! You know that your actions will be remembered! Your sacrifice will not be wasted! You are fighting for the empire, and the gods in the Pantheon will sing your deeds through the ages! ! ! "

One by one outside the chain mail, wearing a scaled chest armor, a scarlet robe draped over his broad shoulders, and a crimson crown on his head, the centurion stood at the forefront of the war and looked in front of him without fear. An army of slaves with no end in sight!

The impassioned Latin words uttered their lips, and the sacred and magnificent golden anger burned on their swords.

"We are going to bring death to the enemies of the empire! I want to create panic in their cowardly hearts! I want to let them know that they are not worthy to live in our world! Today! No one will die before me! !!!"

"For the Empire!!!"

Thousands of enthusiastic legion infantrymen roared in unison! Facing the miserable slave soldiers who had crossed the wooden horse, they stabbed the long sword in their hands, letting the dripping blood cover the yellow sand of Egypt!