Augustus Under the Horseshoe

Marius found desperately, and the cavalry on both sides were defeated and fled the battlefield. With more than 25,000 heavy infantry in his own hands, he instantly fell into a desperate situation with no support.

The desperate warriors and vow warriors of the Eastern Goths retreated safely under the cover of the sagittarius arrow rain. After the tribe gained the absolute advantage of the cavalry, they did not fight **** battles with them. Instead, they retreated to a safe zone and poured waves on themselves. A dripping rain of arrows.

The quiver of the Dongluo heavy-armored archer had already been shot empty, and the slings of the giants had been exhausted a few hours ago, and the centaurs, tens of thousands of horses loaded with arrows, were quickly filled in front of all the soldiers. Own quiver!

In an instant, desperate wailing sounded one after another among the more than two hundred companies of soldiers. The monster's large feather arrows fell on their shields like raindrops. The continuous impact made their wrists sore, almost impossible. Maintain the formation of the tortoiseshell.

The light cavalry all over the mountains and plains have surrounded them, like a tireless killing machine, pouring a terrible rain of arrows to cover the sky and the sun.

And a support heavy cavalry sequence, accompanied by the terrifying cold light of metal, and the clanging sound of colliding with steel, arranged in a line of wedge-shaped formations that are conducive to charging and tearing the front line on all sides of the Romans, just like a group of cunning. The wolf, as long as it sees the weakness of the prey, will launch a thunderous blow without hesitation.

"The tribe treats captives preferentially! Resistance is death, surrendering will not kill!"

"The Roman coach is dead! The camp was burned by flames! The cavalry also scattered and fled! You are defeated!"

"Surrender! We allow your country to redeem you and continue to resist it is just unnecessary sacrifice and bloodshed!"

Marius clenched his silver teeth, watching the fatigued soldiers around him, still fighting hard, the airtight tortoise shell began to show omissions, the fatigue and pain of his own soldiers gradually accumulated under the endless rain of arrows. In the end, there were ten half-man and half-horsemen of a hundred households. Accompanied by the unique rustling sound of the chain mail, under the cover of the arrow rain, they launched a shocking and terrifying charge, and countless soldiers were like easily fragile objects. , Was directly knocked into the air by these one-ton monsters!

Although they were repelled by heavy-armored archers armed with sharp swords and fearless to death after falling into close combat, they left thousands of corpses of heroes wearing imperial red robes on the battlefield.

Marius was desperate. How many times can I repel such a terrifying charge of a thousand people? three times? Four times? But looking around, there are tens of thousands of people in heavy armor! And the number of light cavalry is more than the stars in the sky!

In the end, the centaur took out their killer's magic-the incendiary bomb made by Painhes, and ten centuries roared to the Roman soldiers, rounded their arms, and threw thousands of burning clay pots!

Those fragile pottery products shattered into residues all over the floor when they touched the iron-plated shield, metal armor, or solid surface. The inside was a mixture of the high-concentration alcohol of the bear goblin and the green-skinned skog oil. The flammable liquid splashed everywhere, completely igniting a large area.

The soldiers wailed and wanted to extinguish the flames on their bodies. They lay down on the ground and took soil to put out the fire, but the tortoise formation completely collapsed and suffered heavy losses in the rain of arrows that covered the sky.

In the distance, a man and horse with heavy armor and heavy armor once again blew the terrible charging horn like a nightmare.

"Surrender! We surrender!"

Marius's inner line of defense was completely overwhelmed by the last straw, leading the remaining 20,000 Roman heavy infantry to put down their weapons.

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The war was won. With the fall of the Eastern Field Army and the Armenian Frontier Army, the governor of Trabzonspor directly opened the door and surrendered, expressing his willingness to accept all the conditions of the tribe in exchange for the other side’s mercy. Painhurs generously left their life, saying Soldiers can plunder, but they are not allowed to hurt others.

Green Skin happily sang "Brother Mao, Warlord Skills". Amid the joyous noise of gongs and drums, the tribal army entered the city with more than 20,000 prisoners of war. Based on Painhurs’s ridiculously high prestige in the minds of the horses, they naturally did not dare to defy the orders of their warchief and start a more restrained raiding carnival. Servant races such as cat-men goblins feared the army of horses and horses. Disobey the order.

As for the orcs, they may get bored when they kill the second unarmed civilian, and turn around to sign with a more capable companion.

And his own people, after beheading and defeating the 60,000 Roman army, and capturing 20,000 soldiers, they also paid a heavy price. There were only 5,000 Gothic naval forces left, and the Sartre half of Yrel lost more than half. , The goblin was almost annihilated, the cat people, and the greenskin suffered heavy losses. Now there are only 20,000 of the 40,000 light cavalry.

As for the 30,000 horses, a full one-third has been reduced. Nearly 10,000 members of the tribe have lain forever in this foreign land. Others have also been wounded. The 80,000 expeditionary force is now only 40,000 left. Five thousand is no longer enough to support a new battle.

"First of all, who of you can get in touch with Dove Whispering Court? I want to talk to your Augustus."

Painhurs said wearily, hundreds of thousands of rebirths, and this endless battle, has brought his spirit to a critical value. Now it is all supported by a tenacious will. Now, there are more important things. To do, not to rest.

Marius, who became a prisoner, looked at each other with the governor of Trabzonspor, weighed it over and over, and silently reported what happened here to Constantinople.

"Cuckoo, good time, great chief of the tribe, Painhus. You are now talking to the regent of the Eastern Roman Empire and Marshal Antmius of the Forbidden Army. We have heard of your [great achievements], based on your lack of Dove Whispering Court’s ability to reply, please inform Captain Marius what you want to say, and he will return your answer to me intact. Cuckoo."

A strange electric current rang directly in Painhurs’s mind. Although he could not contact the Dove Whispering Court, he exposed his coordinates to the communication coverage of the opponent because he was beside the governor and the commander. Inside.

"Tell your regent, I want to discuss a deal with him. I want to know how much it is worth in his eyes, 20,000 prisoners of war, and a beautiful and rich Trabzonspor, the capital of the province of Cappadocia. money."

"Cuckoo, warchief of the barbarian clan, don't bend around, just say what you want. Cuckoo."

"I want my compatriots, Hoarfrost was abducted by you more than fifteen thousand soldiers. Fifteen thousand prisoners of war, for fifteen thousand men and horses. The remaining five thousand prisoners of war, you need to pay extra gold and silver , And the city of Trabzon."

"Cuckoo, 20,000 prisoners of war for 15,000 troops. As for Trabzonspor? He is not included in your bargaining chips. Although you defeated the Eastern Field Army and Armenian border troops, you also suffered heavy losses. The two central field armies are marching towards Cappadocia. You have no manpower and material resources to defend the city. If you don't accept my terms, your end will come soon after a while. Cuckoo."

"Well, we have indeed suffered heavy losses. Compared with you who have a big business, there is no way to fight a battle. However, I also threaten you. If you do this, I will cut all the prisoners and cut off the special Labzong, after burning all the villages and towns we passed through, retreated back to the northern grasslands.

Your country’s Armenian border will be empty, with no one garrisoned, and the entire Eastern Front will lack a mobile force with sufficient deterrence.

How many years will it take you to fill this gap? Ah, when there was a loophole in your border last time, Sassanid Persia burned the war from the mountains of Asia Minor to the yellow sands of Egypt. If things were to happen again, the tribe would stand on the side of the Persians. "

The newsletter from Pigeon Whispering Court has not been sent back for a long time. In the magnificent Governor's Mansion, there is only boundless silence. After a long time, the newsletter from the Regent reverberates in the head of the warchief.

"Cuckoo, how many gold coins do you want. Cuckoo."

"Thirty thousand pairs of Roman chain mail, one hundred thousand heads of cattle and sheep."

"Cuckoo, the empire agrees to your request, 30,000 pairs of heavy chain mail, cattle and sheep, I will give you 200,000, and I am adding 100,000 gold Suders. However, you have to sign a non-aggression treaty, Merchants from both sides are allowed to go to each other’s country as equals to carry out fair trade. Moreover, we have to do something for us-the barbarians on the north bank of the Danube, the monsters are getting more and more troubled, go and settle them.

The chief was stunned for a moment, and sighed at the rich man in Rome, whether his asking price was too low, and the other party didn't blink and directly offered a higher price. Hey, even soldiers are not sent, as long as you spend money, you can buy other kings to serve him.

"Agree, but it is estimated that it will be delayed for a while, and we also need time to recover."

Although very uncomfortable, the Dacia region on the north bank of the Danube is also his next expansion target anyway.

"Cuckoo, very good, our soldiers will send the troops you want to Trabzonspor within two weeks. Cuckoo."

After finishing the call with the regent, Painhurs finally couldn't suppress his inner fatigue, and after instructing his men to watch the two prisoners of war, they sent them directly back to Sister Christina.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you look so tired?"

Christina wiped the blood off the opponent's face with concern. I felt something was wrong. Although there was no change in appearance, those eyes seemed to be tens of years old all of a sudden, as if they had spent decades of time in these short hours of separation.

"It's okay, it's all over."

Pain Hess barely smiled, his eyelids heavier and his body fatigue was zero. However, he had accumulated hundreds of thousands of times of mental stress, and he had completely crushed him. His forefoot softened and he fainted in the warmth of the opponent. In the soft embrace, he snore comfortably.

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