Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The two warring parties opened their eyes wide in disbelief, staggering from the trembling ground, slowly climbing up, reorganizing the formation, and seeing the heads-up of their own commander and chieftain, the final victory was determined.

The dark green flesh mountain that pierced the earth fell to the ground like a collapsed sky. Terrible aftershocks, wave after wave attacked the soldiers on both sides, shaking the formation of the empire and the green leather, the fallen, collapsed peak of the mountain, one wearing broken gold armor and purple robes on his shoulders The blood man raised his long sword aloft, and the phoenix anger that jumped on the blade turned into a bunch of purple-gold sacred fire pillars, rushing straight into the sky!

"Under the flames! Everything ends!!!!"

"For the Empire!!!"

The military commander’s feat greatly boosted the morale of the imperial soldiers. They roared the names of the Empire, the military commander, and Augustus. They regrouped in the aftershocks of the sand sea, and shot against the mighty green ocean. The arrows of death that covered the sky and the heavy armored legionary infantry even wielded the large shield and long sword in their hands, and launched a furious charge against the saddle-ridden archers!

Blossoms of dripping blood bloomed above the dark green tide, and a blood-stained sword blade cut the flesh and blood of the orcs. After losing the rule of Sulaina, the dragons headless tens of thousands of green skins immediately treed. The hunks scattered, a squad of cavalry, led by the Hundred and Thousand Cavaliers, quickly retreated to the eastern sea of ​​sand.

The retreat of these blood axe orcs was orderly and without panic. Even in this extreme situation, there were only a few weak-willed green-skinned boys who fell into panic, and most of the cavalry remained impressive. Order-they quickly left all the goblins and treated these cruel little things as a one-time barricade, blocking the chase of the Romans, while the remaining cavalry used their mobile advantages to cover the sky with arrows in the empire. Evacuate quickly in the rain.

"do not run!"

The first to charge was the 100th battalion of the 3rd Cyreneca Legion. The thin elves, wearing nearly 20 kilograms of weapons and armor, accompanied by thousands of iron at an incredible speed. The clanging sound of impact, walking into the defensive array of the goblin wolf rider-the little things riding on the back of the desert wolf are not even as tall as an ordinary human, and the sharp sword swept away directly. The head of the man!

A pitch-black sphere, in the hot sky, draws a stern blood-colored arc.

The goblins thoroughly brainwashed by the blood axe orcs, like fragile blood and flesh barriers, stubbornly stopped in front of these heavy armored warriors, their delicate arms raised a sharp machete, and terrible wolf kisses. Sharp fangs showed up, but faced with the fine gold chain armor forged by the dwarf master, there was nothing he could do.

Even the majestic rain of arrows they are best at cannot effectively kill heavily armored soldiers. They are forced to fight in close combat and cover the retreat of the orcs, and they fall into an overwhelming disadvantage. In front of the soldiers with superior swordsmanship, they are like one by one The immature baby was slaughtered to death.

However, these brainwashed cannon fodder successfully delayed the legionnaires for a few seconds. The blood axe orcs clamped their legs and ordered the mount under the hip to swiftly drive towards the sand sea in the east, causing the soldiers behind them to roar one after another. .

"Long live the lord of the Third Legion! Long live the commander! Long live the Phoenix of Phoenician!!!"

The war was victorious, and the zealous soldiers raised the blood-stained third legion master aloft in a way of cheering heroes. Hundreds of bards, looking around the fallen behemoth, and The corpses were everywhere on the battlefield, and the inspiration came out, and immediately took out the pen and paper to compose the victory music of Phoenician Phoenix!

The soldiers covered in blood even cheered for their commander-in-chief with the etiquette of celebrating Augustus.

There were also some soldiers, laughing and sawing off the head of this behemoth Sulena, the dripping blood, like a scarlet waterfall, almost flooded their knees! In the end, it took two mules to drag this huge head!

The priests quickly healed the disabled soldiers, a sacred and magnificent golden light, above the dead mountain and blood sea, like night stars, exuding dazzling light, each wound burned with brilliant gold The flaming soldier, holding the legion totem, the PX-marked iron-plated tower shield, and a blood-stained spear and sword, like an immortal hero, climbed up from the terrible pile of corpses again, Raise his arms high, praising the commander who led them to victory.

"Long live the lord of the Third Legion! Long live the commander! Long live the Phoenix of Phoenician!!!"

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Mesopotamia-the capital of the Persian Third Reich-Taixi Feng

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly, a terrifying bloodthirsty roar erupted above this most prosperous city in Sassanid Persia. Tens of thousands of scarlet-skinned Teflin civilians stretched the devil’s tail nervously and looked surprised at the sound source. : An eight-meter-tall tower built in the orc residential area, piled up with gravel and bones, collapsed, collapsed and disintegrated bricks, debris, like meteors, splashing in all directions! Masses of thick white fog rose slowly among the ruins of the tower.

And in the white mist, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared, and from inside, walked out a dark green meat mountain that was seven meters high and filled with mythril catheters!

"Damn it!!! Trajan is fine! I admit that I can't beat the shrimp, but the purple bean sprouts are just a corps commander! A corps commander! Can actually kill me once? What a joke!!!"

"Okay, Mr. Sulena, don't be angry, I use cloning. I copied your body and consciousness. At the moment of your death, your boys have given up fighting with bean sprouts and dried shrimps, and are moving in an orderly manner. Tai Xifeng retreats, it's okay, it's okay, as long as you are alive, the Blood Axe clan will surely rise again."

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Julian calendar four hundred years, Julius month, the thirteenth. (February 13, 200 AD)

Constantinople

"Cuckoo! Your Majesty! Good news! On the thirteenth of the month of Julius, Palestine battle commander Fukun defeated the enemy! Once again slayed tens of thousands of greenskins! Only one tenth of his own damage, the remaining blood axe orcs retreated hurriedly! Most importantly, he sent a surprise attack with a single elite team, and killed the terrible nightmare that had entangled the empire for hundreds of years! Greenskin WARBOSS Sulena!!! Cuckoo!"

"what?"

Arcadius' eyes widened in disbelief. The orc who carried at least tens of thousands of Legionnaires, and two Augustus lives with the blood of the Empire, was actually killed?

Augustus stood up tremblingly. Facing such a terrible war on such a large scale, Arcadius, who did everything himself, was almost completely destroyed by the pressure on his shoulders. Compared with half a month ago, He looked thinner and weaker, and his once healthy and ruddy face now looked as hideous as a skeleton.

Augustus's mind turned sharply, the blood axe orcs were defeated, and the two provinces of Palestine and Syria were temporarily unharmed. In this way, he had ten more legions of soldiers in his hand, ten legions! If you advance north, join Peturabo to attack the King of Kings...18 imperial legions! Nearly 200,000 professional soldiers! And countless auxiliary soldiers...The King of Kings is like a pitiful mouse, stuck in Cilicia by himself!

It seems that during his time in power, he can have one more glorious record: leading his army into the Western Seal of Thailand.

Just as Arcadius was thinking about it, accompanied by the rapid heartbeat and the turbulent gasping sound, two sickly blushes floated on his pale face like ice and snow.

"Cuckoo! Peturabo, the war commander of Asia Minor, sent a newsletter, and the King of Kings prayed for peace! Cuckoo!"

"What? That man wants to admit defeat? Didn't he say anything about it?"

Augustus looked at the members of Dove Whispering in amazement, looking forward to the following.

"Cuckoo, the lord of the Fourth Army is in confusion, and ask for your ruling-the other party does pray for peace talks. He can withdraw from the Cilicia and Egypt areas, and withdraw back to the two river basins on the other side of the sand sea. The King of Armenia, who betrayed us, left it to us, and could even sign a hundred-year contract and take his son as a hostage to us.

However, the other party requested that we must kill the great chieftain, and hand his head and the golden crown to the hands of the King of Kings personally? Cuckoo. "

Everyone present was speechless, looking at each other, not knowing what the other party was going crazy.

"I'm kidding! Eighteen legions! We can now mobilize eighteen legions! The king of Sassanid Persia, trapped in Cilicia, the land and sea fight together, attacking and crushing him on all sides. Proud Legion! Peace talk? Let him take off his weapon armor, put a chain on his neck, and come to Constantinople for peace talks with us!"

This is the speech of the radicals.

"However, they still maintain a considerable number of soldiers. The Immortal Army, the Holy Meteo Cavalry, the two top battle sequences are unscathed, hundreds of war elephants, and tens of thousands of mounted cavalry are still placed on top of our heads. Not to mention their ability to summon the devil... If the head and crown of a monster can make them go away obediently, why sacrifice precious soldiers?"

This is the statement of the conservatives.

"Indeed, this can preserve the strength of the empire, but this kind of behavior will greatly damage Augustus' credibility! After doing this kind of hard work once, which foreign legion will dare to work for us in the future? "

This is in the middle and muddy.

Arcadius stared solemnly at a strategic map constructed by arcane arts, and fell into deep thought.