Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"You mean, you Romans, have given up this battle, you Quintuchus, you want to slip away from my eyes again with your tail clamped, just like Gredinian's time, didn't you?"

The warchief looked very gloomy, and angrily roared out the last question.

"Yes. Also, I, Quintuchus, never slipped away with my tail sandwiched! You should thank these demons! Had they not suddenly invaded the empire, the legion commander ordered me to come back quickly? The heads of you and your spouse, absolutely Will hang on my eagle flag!"

Seeing that the other party didn't let go, the acting legion commander pulled out the spare dagger pretentiously, and deliberately slashed the arm of the centaur, trying to force the chieftain to loosen his collar.

However, the other party did not have the slightest intention to retreat. Quintuchus frowned and suddenly accelerated the speed of his slashing - accompanied by the sharp and harsh friction sound, the fine gold dagger exuding shocking coldness. , Only left a faint white mark on the bronze wristband.

Painhurs took a deep look at him and released his hands in relief...

"Well, acting commander of the army. We are just mercenaries. You are amazing! You are the one! But I can't abandon my people and follow you!

Perhaps your heart is hard enough to be able to face the heartbroken and sad eyes of tens of thousands of soldiers' families, but I can't stand it! I can go back and raise every orphan born in the war, and tell them: your parents, for the survival and glory of the tribe, sacrificed heroically on the battlefield.

However, it is impossible for me to look at the immature faces of those horses and say to them: Your parents, I personally abandoned them on the battlefield waiting to die! "

"Then you will take your people and find a way to return to the steel cage by yourself! Monster! I hope that when we meet next time, your head will not hang on the flag of Sasanian Persian!"

Quintuchus directly turned and left. The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly. The devil's anger was about to pour over his own head. The imperial general, there was no more time to waste.

He continued to carry out his plan to transport more people who were "worthy" to the empire to the nearest island of Cyprus, where he would search for ships and return to the commander's side.

The Pale Warlock also turned around angrily, and the howling men and horses behind him were looking at his leader with an almost fanatical look of worship, with endless loyalty gleaming in his eyes.

"Warchief, what are we going to do now? Almost all of the empire's ships are paralyzed, and we have nowhere to escape now."

"Who said there is no escape?"

Painhurs opened the deck door and jumped into the interior of the battleship.

"For those Roman soldiers walking on two legs, they really have no way to escape, but we are different. As long as we leave the **** sea and reach the land, it will be a world of horses and horses! Hurry down! Next, We estimate that we need to traverse the entire Chiriqia province, and we can get as much food as we can get. Those **** demons can guard cities, fortresses, and villages. I don’t believe that they can still fight on multiple fronts. Are there enough troops to block every path?"

The howling people and horses were shocked. Yes, Asia Minor has a lot of virgin forests and lofty mountains. The habitats of humans and elves are basically cities and fortresses as the center, and a large number of towns and villages radiate out to the surroundings as nodes. , And then a dotted line diagram connected by a small gravel path.

An army usually needs several times the number of soldiers in logistics, slave labor, as well as a large number of livestock and vehicles to transport grain and grass.

If such a large-scale transportation force wants to send heavy troops to defend, it will add more logistics personnel and more livestock carriages to transport more grain and grass. The logistics team that has expanded several times requires more. Too many soldiers to protect... the consumption of manpower and material resources, expands like a snowball, until it becomes an astronomical figure that a country simply cannot afford.

Moreover, there are many muddy trails and steep mountain roads, and the carts of food cannot go through. The mountains of the Anatolian Peninsula are an insurmountable sky.

This is the basic logic that the ancient army needed to fight steadily, slowly conquer the cities in front of them, and move forward gradually, instead of bypassing a large number of forts in one go and going deep alone.

However, if it is a small group of infiltrating troops, the situation is completely different. A small, fast-moving force can completely avoid the place where heavy troops are stationed such as city fortresses, and plunder the teams in weakly defensive villages. The food, grass and materials. Even if the enemy sends soldiers to encircle and suppress, they can quickly escape with their own mobile power.

Although, there is also the risk of being successfully encircled and suppressed, such as the hapless Persian queen. However, it is better than waiting to die here.

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Amidst the roar of the demons dancing, strange changes took place in the battlefield. The Persian generals were surprised to find that the opponent who was still clamoring for a fierce battle with them in the last second disappeared without a trace in the next second, leaving only where they were. A faint arcane ripple.

Da Mu's guard stood on the devil’s corpse mountain and **** sea, fighting desperately against the chief of the tauren, Huen Gaoling. The strength of this tauren far exceeded the expectations of the half-devil-before he arrived , The monster is alone, in the midst of the devil, as if into no one! Continuously piercing through and defeating several demon war gangs, and a pair of modified horns, are densely covered with the corpses of the big devil.

Even himself, under the terrifying offensive of the bull like a violent storm, fell into a downwind amidst the roar that shook the sky and the earth.

However, the world in front of Teflin's eyes suddenly shook, and the powerful giant monster with Kong Wu disappeared in front of him like a dropped frame.

"Rapid burst, any door...The enemy is retreating! Stop them!"

Da Mu Hu quickly noticed the magic ripples in the air. He frowned and looked around, only to discover that not only the devil, but also the howling men and horses were flying in the sky! They were divided into two parts, and flew to the coast of Cilicia in the north and the coast of Syria in the east at the same time!

There were a large number of people going to the north, and the one rushing to the front was a divine, handsome white horse that turned into a misty cold wind, and a lingering storm over his head outlined the sacred appearance of a golden crown of nine demons.

There were only five horses rushing to the east. Their coat colors were mixed, ranging from maroon to hazel, but there was no trace of a white horse.

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