Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Julian calendar four hundred years, Julius month, the twenty-seventh. (June 27, 400 AD)

The sky-shaking battle roar resounded through the sky, and the tragic fighting did not stop for a moment.

After tearing and piercing the Sassanid Persian vanguard army, Painhes’s men and horses were transferred to the rear to serve as a reserve team to rest. A large number of logistics, slaves, hurriedly served a huge amount of food for the horses and used various meats. Soybeans, soy, and various dairy beverages, to add energy to these multi-ton monsters.

When the decisive battle broke out, the commanders of the various legions no longer hid them, and pulled the legion guards that had been smashed into the front line of the battlefield using gold coins, not to mention some food and drink? The guys no longer remember how many sheep were slaughtered and let the soldiers eat them openly.

A large number of messengers sent inspiring messages in the rear, how much money can be earned by killing a Sassanian soldier, how much land, gold and silver, and even entering the Senate for retirement after retirement.

In the end, the warchief even heard someone yelling, he defeated the enemy, and slaughtered all the war elephants to give everyone a taste of something...

However, more soldiers were hurriedly transported from the front by the slaves, letting desperate and terrifying wailing sounds and extremely strong **** smells fill every corner of the camp. Each of them was wounded extremely miserably. One of them even had only the upper half of his body left. The blood gurgled out along the broken intestines, sprinkled all the way, and quickly passed by the Centaur camp.

"Are you so frantic? You have to counteract the treatment of minor injuries, forcing the Romans to transport the wounded to the back to heal the wounds... How many spellcasters were on both sides?"

Fortunately, the more than 20,000 cavalrymen brought out of the tribe are all elite, and there are more big scenes. The few men and horses are in the strong smell of blood. They should eat and drink, and they ate a whole piece in one breath. Lamb ribs. The eating speed of the goblins did not delay half a minute, even the proud elves of Panticapone stared at the food in front of them intently.

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I don’t know that after a few hours, the sun slowly disappeared among the mountains of Asia Minor. The satiated people listened boredly to the miserable and passionate sound of fighting on the front line, until the dark night curtain decorated with stars, completely Covered the sky above the sky dome.

"Warchief! It's dark! Half of the legion is humans, they can't fight without losing sight! Even the high elves, their vision will be greatly restricted in the dark, but Teflin will not ! Now, it's time for you monsters!"

Finally, accompanied by the sound of horseshoes, a panting and extremely disturbed Herald brought news of the war to Painhurs.

In the dark vision of the centaur, the surrounding environment becomes black and white, while the nearby brothers and sisters show different tones from light yellow to bright red depending on the temperature of the local body.

And the terrifying and beating heart of the Herald...and Ma Hong, which was frantically beating from a distance, was obviously after a long period of intense exercise, as seen from a distance with a group of burning flames.

"How is the situation ahead? Who is our opponent?"

Painhurs hurriedly assembled the soldiers under him, and sent out a suspicious question by the way.

"Sa·····The undead army of Sasanian Persia, a terrible bulwark of steel golems."

The scout cavalry answered breathlessly.

"What? Or those metal golems? It's been a few hours, and you haven't finished the fight yet?"

The warchief raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"The overwhelming white dragons, after solving the blue dragon problem, flew over our heads and joined the frontline war!"

"So what? It's a hundred times a hundred, a full ten thousand steel golem! The claws of the young white dragon are more powerful than the centurion's fine gold hard-headed hammer, and their number is extremely scarce. These steel skins that are immune to almost all magic are what a hell!"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Painhurs sighed irritably, spent some time gathering troops, and then with more than 20,000 soldiers stepped into the night battlefield mightily.

Under the dark night, the warchief took the lead in picking out more than 8,000 heavy armored men and horses, and launched a charge in the darkness, accompanied by the dust of the sky and the shaking of the ground, and the continuous battle with the legionary infantry, giant troops, The immortal army fought by the White Dragon Legion, fought fiercely under the moon!

"AlanNure Painhes!!!"

In the thunderous roar of the battle, the warchief took the lead, and the whole person turned into a winter storm, galloping forward. Those iron golems, after several battles, were scarred and scarcely protected by shields, they seemed to be the end of the battle.

"Sizzle!!!"

With his one-ton mass and charging speed, Painhurs's horrible kinetic energy was released on the tip of the lance, and slammed into the chest of the steel golem fiercely! The terrifying power instantly pierced the tattered metal scale armor, but it stagnated on the steel skin of the immortal puppet, unable to pierce it at all!

The warchief let out a fearless roar, relying on the natural brute force of the horses and horses, he clenched the gun with both hands and continued to sprint forward! The poor barrel of the gun, like a rainbow, instantly bulged upwards, and then struggled between the brute force of the horses and the iron skin of the puppets, and finally, with the loud cracking sound, it collapsed and shattered.

"hiss--"

The pale warlock lost the broken barrel in his hand, and the moment the gun hit the iron golem, the terrifying recoil almost shattered his palm! This thing is so hard heck!

The heavy cavalry’s cavalry kills when they charge at full speed. This is almost the greatest physical damage that can be caused by themselves, even the centaur and the cold weapon era, but it can still only tear out a small piece of the immortal army’s skin. Fragile cracks.

"call--"

The warchief lowered his head swiftly, avoiding the immortal army's mace and sweeping, and the whole person's hoof was the center of gravity, and he spun away frantically! With four slender and strong horseshoes, with incredible movements, while charging at high speed, they completed a 180-degree turn! The two hind hooves followed the horse's body, and after rotating 180 degrees, there was still time to kick the iron golem. The whole person was like an arrow from the string, and he evacuated the battlefield directly!

That dazzling action is enough to make all the cavalry jealous. Although their mounts will not lose to the speed of the centaurs, they will never be able to change the direction of the charge on the spot, and even more amazing stunts. All the horses are doing the charge. After that, the Immortal Army will not be given the opportunity to drag them into the quagmire of melee combat, and they will retreat directly and go to the Romans to ask for a second lance.

"Damn! I don't believe it today! Anyway, the Romans said it! Riding a gun! Arrows! They will give as much as we want for these backwards supplies! Everyone! Come back and get new weapons after charging at full speed! Two times! Two times can not cross three times! If you are tired, go to the back to rest, and half of the brothers and sisters will be the reserve team!"

Pain Hess viciously grabbed the Roman auxiliary forces, gave them a slender lance, and brought the mighty retreat with the men and horses, like a sea wave, launching an endless terrorist offensive.