Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Charge, retreat, fight, kill.

Painhurs took eight thousand horses and horses, spread out like surging tidal waves in a ten-kilometer-wide gorge, constantly scouring the steel barriers of the Immortal Army, shooting three arrows quickly before approaching, and then drew out a terrifying lance. To charge, with his superb combat skills and excellent dark vision, every charge of the warchief can fall on the same rift in the Immortal Army.

The sharp tip of the gun, wrapped in a terrifying charge, smashed the crack and smashed it even more!

Fourth, fifth, sixth...

The panting warchief wiped the sweat from his face, carrying a mighty army of men and horses, under the shining light of the stars and moon, trampled on the broken spears and arrows all over the ground, and launched the seventh round of terrifying charges. Accompanied by the harsh metal friction sound, on the scarred skin of the Immortal Army, a series of shrill sparks were struck.

Finally, the terrifying rift that had been charged seven times completely collapsed and shattered. The broken metal skin and various complicated arcane parts fell all over the ground, and the sharp lance was also deeply submerged. In the chest of the immortal puppet, further destroying the opponent's body structure!

Pain Hess let out a loud roar, discarded the broken lance, and drew the sword of the natural disaster from his waist. Amidst the deafening thunder, he waved a shrill lightning and howled and pierced the dark night sky. , Pierced the crack in the abdomen of the Immortal Army! Inject all the thunderbolt into his body!

Finally, it was in the Roman legion’s stormy offensive. The steel statue that stood for the whole day uttered a terrible cry. The metal skin, sparkling with electric sparks, wailed and fell to the ground, raising Large patches of dust.

"Finally killed one."

Painhurs gasped for breath and turned immediately, and quickly evacuated with his men and horses.

Under the shroud of darkness, Teflin's field of vision was also greatly weakened. They could only see a part of the Immortal Army ahead, and it was completely dark in the distance.

The bow and arrow support behind Sassanid Persian was completely blind shooting based on feelings. The dense rain of arrows covered the sky. About six tenths of them fell in the open space, three tenths fell behind the steel puppets, and the last ten. Only one part of it can be shot at the charge or retreat.

Let’s not talk about these arrows. Can they shoot through the Roman-style iron armor and the monsters’ sturdy fur, even if they occasionally hit one or two, as long as they don’t shoot through the skull or internal organs, these large monsters with a ton of weight, Still able to retreat calmly and alive, let the medical troops of the empire heal himself.

In seven full charges, eight thousand men and horses died at the cost of two hundred, and more than one thousand soldiers were injured as a price, leaving countless miserable cracks on the metal golem. The so-called longevity army, after seven charges by the men and horses, Seventy-seven immortals fell forever on the land of Asia Minor.

"Change...change the reserve team."

The warchief took the members who were extremely tired and had reached the end of the crossbow. They returned to the safe area and enjoyed the service of the Roman logistics team. As the warchief, the empire sent a few beautiful elves to give him the face of Alona. The quiver is filled with spare arrows, providing a brand new lance.

Others fand their fans tiredly, cooling down the horses and horses, and provided a large amount of high-calorie food, and Ling Ling's Ganquan tried to restore their fighting ability with the highest speed.

On the front line of the battlefield, the immortal could not be recovered. The archers in the back row were responsible for support and cover. After a long time of archery, their arms were sore and almost lost their combat ability. The spell slots of the caster troops were also here. The high-intensity war was almost exhausted.

However, in the reserve team of Christina, there are still a hundred high elf mages of Panticapone, more than two hundred wind howling warlocks, half of the Withered Bone clan, and a total of five hundred Madrui who are ready to go. !

In addition, there are more than 7,000 people wearing heavy armor, watching the battle in the rear for several hours, and they are already impatient for the centaur.

The dazzling and gorgeous starry sky spreads the glamorous cold light of the stars on the vigorous and well-proportioned body of the rouge Lieman. Every piece of solid iron like dragon scales on the eastern scales reflects the coldness of the metal. Light.

Above that proud and glamorous face, under the head of a pale gold lioness, a beautiful, compliant scarlet hair, like a blood-colored waterfall, hangs down to the waist, accompanied by the gentle night breeze, gently swaying .

"I'm optimistic, my love, the person I lead can definitely charge one more time than you!!!"

"There is no need to compare in this aspect, isn't it just that I can suppress you in close combat now?"

The warchief shook his head speechlessly. As a horseman with a lot of melee magic and various negative curse magic, Christina is not her opponent even in the melee field where she is best.

This made Rouge Liema very frustrated, and the desire to win in his heart burned even more fiercely, looking for all projects that could surpass the white horse.

Hell, when the two met just now, that guy couldn't compare to himself in anything, and after just a few years, he actually turned the other way around!

"Everyone, charge!!!"

Christina shook her head, raised a banner of blood and skeletons in full fighting spirit, and brought the 8,000 reserve team to launch a new round of assault toward the canyon!

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

After receiving the order to attack, the heavily armored man who had already been eagerly eagerly rushed out, like a wild beast, whistling and rushing out! The sky-shaking battle roar resounded through the sky, and the sound of horseshoe smashing the ground made the entire canyon tremble gently!

After approaching the iron golem, the barbarians quickly shot rounds of large arrows covering the sky and sun, allowing the Immortal Army to bathe in the shadow of death. Even Sister Christina lifted Painhurs herself. The heavy crossbow made, squeezed the trigger on the belly of the index finger fiercely, causing two heavy crossbow bolts to roar across the warm air, and hit two dazzling sparks on the face of an immortal.

After firing the three arrows quickly, the Centaur quickly switched weapons, retracted the composite bow and arrow in his hand, pulled out the slender lance behind him, and slammed into the body of the steel golem along with the smoke and the shaking earth!

Accompanied by the crisp cracking sound of wooden poles, the grating sound of metal, the fearless roar of warriors, countless lances roared through the air, tore, and hit the enemy's metal body. A metal spear was instantly in motion. Under heavy pressure, it arched upwards into a rainbow bridge, and then broke apart. A scarred war machine also added a touch of new scars!

"Roar!!!"

Supported by Teflin’s increasingly sparse and feeble arrow rain, the iron golem waved the sledgehammer in his hand angrily, but was easily evaded by the disproportionate dexterity of this huge body, even if it occasionally hits a hammer. , It will not be a fatal injury, that extremely powerful physique, so that they will not be like fragile mortals, even with their bodies in armor, being smashed into scarlet flesh by the steel golems.

The structure of the waist and abdomen of the centaur is extremely special-their upper body only has the heart and lungs, the waist and abdomen have no internal organs, only dense spine, and large and strong muscles. The injuries of the waist and abdomen, for these half-man and half-horse monsters, It is not a fatal injury at all, and the heart of the upper body is not the only one-in order to ensure that the blood is surging in the almost one-ton body, the lower body of the horse has a larger heart that maintains the blood supply of the body.

"Such a good heavy cavalry! If only our empire could have it too."

Seeing the horrible charging pace of the people and horses that looked like the sky and the earth cracked, it was staged eight times in a row, and even some of the immortal golems were destroyed! That horrible sight left a deep mark on the heart of an elf centurion born in Thrace.

He secretly made up his mind that no matter how long it took or how many tribulations he went through, he would also train a cavalry force comparable to men and horses in the empire!

Times have changed. Just like the successor kings of the elves, unable to adapt to the changes of the times, they are still addicted to the super-long spear phalanx and were defeated by the Romans in the West. Now the empire is well equipped, but the heavy armored sword is too heavy. Shields, as well as various cavalry units that are only used to assist combat, should also be changed.

Cavalry cannot be established solely by foreign auxiliary troops. The empire should learn from the grassland nomads in the north and the Persian royal court in the south, and train a team composed entirely of elves and humans. They are absolutely loyal. At the same time, people and horses wear heavy armor and can use lances. A powerful force fighting bows and arrows! A cavalry force not defeated by Persia and nomads!

The just-adult elf centurion clenched his fists secretly, vowing to realize this grand dream for the empire, but in the next second, his legion commander was in the camp, calling his name.

"What a daze! Come back and command your centurion team, and prepare for tomorrow's day battle! Belisariu!"

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"What happened! Why is the enemy's offensive at night faster than during the day? Hell, the immortal is beginning to show damage?"

Finally, the half-devil nobles who focused all their attention on the Eastern Front also discovered the abnormality of the Western Front. Hell, after losing the Armenian Sphinx cavalry, the opponent found a more terrifying cavalry unit in the north! From day to night, the immortal army, which was continuously charged by giants, white dragons, and horses, has been scarred.

And Christina's men and horses have almost become the last straw that crushes the camel.

No way, in order to avoid the immortal army being charged for the eleventh time by the horses, the commanders had to move a new group of slave troops to the battlefield on the western front. They were tied together by ropes and chains and held five meters to seven meters in hand. Mi's super long spear, as a consumable blood and flesh barrier, fills the front of the Immortal Army, trying to use them to stop the thirteenth terrifying charge of the Centaur!

"Slave? Long spear?"

Hundreds of feet away, they saw the men and horses of the slave army from a distance, and they laughed contemptuously. They stopped directly and sent a rain of arrows for these slaves with spears.

The rain of death arrows that covered the sky and the sun was almost in a line, accompanied by the eerie whistling sound, covering them for three minutes, countless slaves were directly shot into a **** sieve, The large arrows of the poles were nailed to the blood-colored earth, and the morale was also under the endless rain of arrows. The teams collapsed, disintegrated, and then fled away crying.

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