Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Rome really dismantled the 10,000-man army into a thousand-man war regiment. What happened to them in the past few years?"

Pain Hess led the elites of the people and races, and rushed through a fortress stationed with the guards. The familiar and terrifying eagle flag of the legion disappeared, replaced by a face. The 4 beta flags, as well as the unfamiliar flag representing Armenia's Seventh Border Defense Corps, fluttered in the air.

The soldiers wearing dusty armor on the city wall used extremely rusty methods to wind the heavy crossbow in their hands. Their expressions were surprised and nervous. The interval between the two shots of the scorpion crossbow was much slower than five years ago... ··

The warchief’s thoughts gradually returned to the way he had met Quintuchus for the first time. The guy with a thousand people guarded a dilapidated barbarian wooden castle, but gave himself a feeling of "despair", as if I can never defeat it.

Covering the sky and the sun, it seems like a volley of crossbow arrows that never stops, and even after paying a certain price, they can kill the two-footed dragon of the beast Onardo. It even caused heavy casualties to the orcs who attacked the city.

The scorpion crossbow in front of the battleship, at a terrifying rate, continued to destroy the lizardmen's boats, and almost buried himself on the bottom of the sea.

And their infantry, in the battle song of the bard, strangled a powerful enemy several times their own, even if they finally fell into the dilemma of two sides, they can still maintain a complete formation and directly charge the men and horses! He tore his own front alive, seized the ship, and departed safely!

At that time, there was only fanaticism and glory on their faces. And now, there are also a thousand people, the guarding fortresses are even towering solid boulders, and the arrow towers are densely packed...but the warchief only feels that if he wants to fight, these people can't be his own. opponent.

Pain Hess didn't know whether he was sorry, or he sighed mockingly, his face showed a look that looked like a world away, and he used the arcane method to defeat the enemy.

Immediately afterwards, the pale warlock bent his bow with both hands, and a large sharp arrow turned into a huge spear at the moment of leaving the string. Accompanied by the creepy whistling sound, it dashed through the air. The terrifying arc hit the flagpole hundreds of feet away! Let a scarlet flag with a cross and four betas on one side fall to the ground from the top of the castle like autumn leaves.

Pain Hess stared at the Roman soldiers at the head of the city. After their flag fell into the dust, there was no anger in their eyes, only panic, worrying about whether they would hit a hapless head with an arrow.

"The era of the Legion is over."

The warchief faintly retracted the longbow in his hand. He had no thoughts and no time to continue to entangle with these people. With a large army, under the sparse scorpion crossbow, he rushed through the fortress cluster of the Armenian border defense army like a violent wind. Towards the depths of Asia Minor...

This time, the high-ranking men and horses almost came out, the fearlessness of the Bloodfury clan, the druids of the Withered Bones clan, the warlocks of the Windhowl clan, the bards of the Poet Dead clan, the poison doctors of the Poison Bite clan, and the predators of the Hanyue clan. , Greymane, the fighters of the Stormpike clan, the military police of the Black Huo clan, and the vanguard of the Bleda Clan Frost.

The chiefs of ten clans, with their most powerful clansmen, accompanied the Pale Warlock, launched this invasion together. The number of spellcasters reached a terrifying number of two thousand, and forty thousand soldiers, and Painhurs used it in one breath. With 25,000 people, plus the men and horses at hand of Breda, the number of people and horses in the tribe alone has reached a terrifying 30,000!

Yrel led a thousand satyrs equipped with shepherd flutes, scimitars, and short bows to join the battle. The newly descended cat people, with 16,000 clansmen, split into two groups and set off. The goblin co-lord Gary Wix sent one Ten thousand goblin wolves are used as auxiliary troops, and the beast Leonardo is entangled with all the cavalry in the green skin: about 13,000 orcs, divided into countless parts, whizzing down! On the surface of the Black Sea, the shadow of the white sails of the Eastern Gothic Navy is even more cover-up!

The great chief smiled with satisfaction. Unlike the declining southern empire, his tribe has grown into a terrifying beast with teeth sucking blood. Ascended and shouted, there were a total of 40,000 light cavalry and 30,000 heavy cavalry. And ten thousand navy soldiers gathered to respond!

In this way, there are at least 15,000 centaurs and soldiers in heavy armor in the tribe's family, as well as six or seven goblin infantrymen, and thousands of hill giant guards!

The tribe has truly risen.

"Disperse! Blood-fury fearless! You are the fastest moving, divided into hundreds of households, and go to the army to investigate! If there is a turmoil, report immediately! The druid and the predator's bird animal companion quickly lifted off! Watch every move nearby!"

Painhurs was full of spirits, a thousand names gained a movement speed bonus, put the heavy armor in the packhorse's blood rage and fearless, issued a bloodthirsty war roar, they wielded their longbows and rode spears like one. The blood-colored whirlwind of Dao, under the guidance of the blue dragon flag, spread out in all directions, acting as a scout to ensure the safety of the army.

"Brida! How far are we from the ranch you are talking about?"

"Not far away, about 240 kilometers away, we were placed in the hinterland of the province of Cappadocia. Sometimes we also acted as a field battle team, drawing out a certain number of herders to fight in the front."

"Okay! Everyone is moving forward at full speed!"

Painhurs drove his own three horses, and led everyone in a fast gallop, almost at a terrifying speed of 80 kilometers a day, like a violent wind, raging on the land of Asia Minor! You know, five years ago, the marching speed of the Roman legions was maintained at an average of 20 kilometers per day, and the fastest did not exceed 30 kilometers per day. This marching speed was almost four times theirs!

At this moment, the warchief also understands the underlying logic of the Mongols burning, killing and plundering during the expedition: pure cavalry can indeed maintain a terrifying marching speed, but it is difficult for the enemy’s army or your own logistics unit. , It’s even impossible to catch up with such a frantically running army. After the soldiers carry heavy armor, weapons, and a large number of arrows and javelins, they can’t carry too much food.

Although the special body structure of the horses and horses endows them with extraordinary weight-bearing capacity, Painhurs also gave the herders smoked meat, bacon, pickled fish, and roasted naan and other food practices that have a long storage time, but it is still not enough. The army goes deep behind the enemy and the only source of food is from the enemy-cities are difficult to fight, and villages are better to looting.

Soon, the scout sent back information: a village was discovered in front, the warchief made a decisive decision, and the mighty torrent of destruction, like a tsunami, instantly flooded the entire howling village. The predators, in a very short time, I searched the whole village upright, but not a single grain of rice was left. Chickens, ducks, dogs, pigs, and all livestock were all slaughtered for today’s food. The preserved foods with longer shelf life in the package were kept for later use. Waiting for the wave of destruction to leave, the whole village will be left with only broken walls and boundless silence...

There is no right or wrong in war, only winning or losing.

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