Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The sky-shaking battle roar resounded through the sky, and the flames of death spread.

The vanguard of Sassanid Persian troops, trapped in the burning ruins, between the legionary infantry, is behind them the expanding death anger that almost burns to the corner of the clothes, and the suffocating black smoke. In front of him was the legionary infantry who was bathed in blood, wielding a thick-spine long sword, screaming and fighting, and waves of howling arrows that covered the sky and the sun!

Under the attack of metal and fire, countless soldiers completely lost their fighting spirit, threw their helmets and armors, and wailed and fled to the middle. The green-skinned war gangs who were caught in the middle and were about to fight to the last person also completely lost their fighting spirit. Lost the space for activity, was swept away from the battlefield by a surging crowd, and was squeezed out of breath by his teammates!

The scarlet ghosts of the devil's skulls, the hideous dark green heads, the tawny jackals' heads, densely piled up, are superimposed together, and they uttered desperate wailing.

The advance of the soldiers never stops, and the scale of the flames and dust is still expanding.

After a while, the soldiers in the middle even had their ribs squeezed. Numerous fragments of internal organs, mixed in the blood, poured into their throats, and countless people stood unsteadily in the crowded crowd, and fell down. The ground, and the gap, was instantly filled by the surrounding friendly forces, countless pairs of big feet trampled his body mercilessly, and after a while, it turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood in the harsh wailing.

The lord of the First Legion who watched the battle from the rear couldn't help but be amazed. The enemy soldiers who died in sharp swords, javelins and crossbows did not even die in a quarter of the crowded and stampede accidents.

I don’t know how long it took. When the legionaries swarmed up and used five or six sharp swords to cut a tall and burly green-skinned boy into countless pieces of flesh and blood, they suddenly found that there was nothing in front of them. Only a wall of blazing flames remained.

"Woo-"

Seeing that our soldiers wiped out the vanguard of Persia, the lord of the first legion, immediately blew the horn of retreat. The **** soldiers trampled on the warm bones of the enemy and quickly retreated to the west-sharp and sharp. Behind the faint and wide trenches, there is an equally strong and thick wooden barrier, and densely packed tall towers.

Countless soldiers, armed with heavy crossbows, are fully prepared for battle! A scarlet eagle flag is fluttering in the wind, and the burly bull totem is embroidered with sacred Latin characters with golden silk thread.

LEG·IIHERCULEA

"Brothers of the First Legion! Retreat to the end and rest! We will block the next attack!"

The soldiers of the Second Hercules Legion, covering their fellow comrades, safely passed their own defenses, and quickly entered a state of war, ready to meet the second assault of Sasanian Persian.

In just one hour, this war of destruction caused by the two largest empires in the world has temporarily come to an end.

The Eastern Roman Empire, which was repulsed by the enemy, lost hundreds of thousands of javelins and crossbow arrows, and a solid line of defense. The soldiers of the First Army lost only more than a thousand people, and only two hundred-man teams. When defending against the charge of the mounted cavalry, the entire army was wiped out. The auxiliary soldiers only lost more than 1,200 people.

The Sassanid Persian who won the victory lost more than a thousand Tevrin half-armored cavalry, a three thousand greenskin war gang, one thousand jackals, five thousand hyenas, and countless counts. Artisans, slaves.

After paying such a heavy price, what they got was only one burned out, leaving only the dust and rubble, and the traces of war with the pitch-black scorched corpse.

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"Good job! My brave and fearless soldiers! You are like the flames of **** of the devil, the huge waves of the sea, wildly crushing the enemy's defense line! Scared away the Roman legion! You trampled the Greek mountains! The story will be recorded in the annals of history and will be passed down through the ages!!!"

The King of Kings speaks nonsense that he does not even believe, which inspires the morale of the army.

He frowned secretly, his heart was very bitter, but his face calmly looked into the distance-behind the line of defense that was defeated by himself, there are still countless strong barriers, densely packed on a 50-kilometer-long road. Above! Equipped with the soldiers of six legions, it is like an insurmountable desperate moat, isolating the empire's thousands of armies from their own grand achievements.

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On the other side, Painhes, who was hiding in the hills and woods, sighed helplessly. He took the troops with him and went through all the hardships to kill through the entire Cilicia. Now, the steel prisoner away from the Romans The cage is only one step away.

However, in the middle, there are hundreds of thousands of Persian cavalry separated by hundreds of thousands of Persian iron knights. Among them, like Irushiel, the half-devil who can evenly share with him is even more unpredictable.

What a joke! ! !

The pale warlock clenched his fingers and tried hard to think about the countermeasures. For a while, he didn't know what to do.

"Surrender, Centaur."

Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind the warchief, and the pale warlock turned her head back. It was Teflin who was hanging from the halberd pole. She barely recovered her mind, but still maintained her loyalty to the motherland.

"You see, the strength of my king is so terrifying! The army of my king is so strong! You have no chance of winning! Warchief, you and your tribe are involved in a war that does not belong to you, And they are on the losing side."

"What a joke, I don't remember that the Eastern Roman Empire lost to Sassanid Persia in 400 AD."

Painhurs secretly complained. This time he agreed to Augustus’s contract of employment. On the one hand, because of the lack of materials on the grassland, the newly formed tribe was in a hurry. He needed a lot of tools, iron armor, technology, and even magic technology to arm this new regime.

And the fastest way is to go to the magnificent empire to the south.

For two months, the commission of more than 1.4 million Sudlers gold coins, in addition to buying some necessary items, was spent clean by the warchief, and all were replaced with chain mail forged by Roman craftsmen.

Because of the large amount of purchase, these heavy chain mails, which are enough to cover the calf, only need one hundred and twenty Sudlers gold coins! So far, the Centaur has hoarded a total of 11,660 sets of Roman standard chain armor, which can protect the upper part of the human body of the monster.

Moreover, this does not include Augustus's generous reward for opening his armory to all the expeditions: more than 14,000 men and horses who joined this expedition received personal armor for free. After all this, the number of iron armors was more than 25,000.

And the advance troops who killed Sasanian Persian on the beach and in the woods, and from those Teflin and Greenskins, seized more than 2,000 pairs of eastern scale armor, plus Gretinian, a blacksmith who worked day and night, With the forged grassland hybrid armor and the belongings accumulated before, the chief felt that he could make all the men and horses under his command wear iron armor.

Think about it, the richest Jinlu clan has only 50% of its soldiers and is qualified to wear scarce armor. The Roman Empire is so huge. On average, a fully armed army of 10,000 people also needs an auxiliary army of about 30,000 people. Serving as logistics and cannon fodder, the armor rate of those auxiliary corps can be less than 30%.

If I really put eight clans and more than 30,000 men and horses in heavy armor...Although the style of painting is a bit strange, Roman, Persia, grassland, and even the standard armors of the Far East are mixed together. It's too chaotic, but this fully armed, tens of thousands of armored heavy knights, is enough to crush all the hostile forces on the grassland!

Another reason for joining the Roman camp is that the warchief, as a traveler, can’t remember that the Eastern Empire lost to Sassanid Persia in 400 AD, to make a sum of money and participate in a must-win There is nothing bad about war.

Wait, think about it carefully, it seems that the Sassanid Persian Empire did not lose to the Eastern Roman Empire in 400 AD! No, in 400 AD, this magnificent war from the mountains of Asia Minor to the desert of Egypt did not break out at all!

Thinking of this, Painhurs couldn't help sweating. In this world, a lot of history overlaps with the history of his original world, but there are still some differences!

"Warchief, how about you teleport into the camp first? Call out the elves of Panticapone and teleport us back together? Small-scale soldier teleportation, those weak bean sprouts, should be able to do it."

Alakir frowned and made his own suggestion.

"Or, from within the Roman legion, find enough wizards to take us in at once."

"Also."

Painhurs thought for a while, and accepted the proposal of Chief Windhowl. In the mysterious singing, the halberd and Teflin’s white horse collapsed all over the body towards the singularity in his heart, collapsed, and disappeared instantly. In place.

"call--"

Along with the breeze, an arcane singularity suddenly emerged from the corner of the steel cage, and the six limbs of the warchief were spit out to the outside, as well as a sturdy Teflin tied.

"Damn teleportation, every time I use it, I feel my bones creaking."

Painhurs spit out a little bit. In the last second, there was no figure around him. In the next second, there were hundreds of mages who teleported directly to his vicinity in the howling wind! When everyone teleported into the field, they put on a posture of countering magic!

At the same time, countless ghost figures wearing heavy gold armor, steel masks, left wrists, and a shackles, also unknowingly, descended around the white horse, and they were filled with a kind of The disgusting magical reaction is like a black hole of death that swallows all magical energy!

"Don't do it! Your own person! I am the warchief of the centaur, Painhurs!!!"

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