But it was too late. The Dionian cavalry quickly rushed to the front. When the spear protruded into the light infantry, the cavalry quickly let go and then pulled out the extended Greek saber (the Dionian cavalry is different from the infantry. They are not equipped with short swords, but use a Greek saber more than one meter long to cut the enemy on the horse, which is more conducive to combat and is not easy to fall off the horse), and waved it in their hands, and drove the terrified light infantry with great experience and let them rush to the middle of the Roman army formation.

At this time, Paulus, who knew that the squadrons on both wings could not arrive in time, was already mobilizing the squadrons at the back of the middle road. Although he knew that this would seriously affect the combat of the soldiers in the front line of the middle road, the most urgent task was to block the defeated soldiers and cavalry first to prevent them from chasing the middle road array.

The Roman army based on squadrons showed its flexibility at this time. Under Paulus's order, several squadron leaders quickly commanded the soldiers under their command to turn around and rushed to the rear, wanting to re-arrange them.

However, hundreds of light infantrymen who were driven away by the Dionian cavalry and rushed over like headless flies were crowded with them, and even pushed down the Roman soldiers who stood in front of them in order to escape.

The light infantry and the Roman heavy infantry were crowded together, while the Dionian cavalry, who were on the periphery, waved their swords and slashed at them, making the situation even more chaotic.

"Puncture these light infantry! Knock them!..." Paulus screamed in anxiety, and took the lead in waving his spear and stabbed a light infantry that broke into him.

The Roman heavy infantry had to follow suit and stab the light infantry who had fought side by side before but now had their troubled, but the chaotic situation could not be resolved immediately.

While stabbing the defeated soldiers, Paulus shouted that the army would reorganize its formation.

And just then, he heard the soldiers' panic shouts: "Enem! Another enemy is here!..."

Paulus's heart sank, he quickly took a few steps back, looked forward, his eyes passed through the gaps of the Dionian cavalry, and saw a black horizontal line appearing on the land in the distance, and it was moving forward quickly. As it moved, the black line continued to lengthen and widen...

Paulus, who led his troops to war many times, knew that this was the illusion of sight caused by the dense infantry phalanx moving from a distance, and this unified and distinctive black clearly showed that this army could never be Romans or Latins, completely leaving Paulus without a trace of luck in his heart.

At that moment, he felt in panic that his heart was empty, his hands and feet were gone, and his body might fall down at any time.

At this moment, his subordinates beside him said anxiously: "General, the enemy reinforcements are here, and we are defeated, so why not retreat first!"

"Yes, hurry up and retreat! I can't leave any later!..." These guards composed of his tribe members and diners also persuaded them.

Let's go?! Rome is gone, where else can we go?!... Paulus's face showed a painful expression. He remembered the miserable years when the Celtics captured Rome more than ten years ago. A force rose from the bottom of his heart. He replied firmly: "No, I will fight to the death with the enemies who invaded Rome like the Febius family back then!"

He raised the gun in his hand and shouted loudly: "For Rome, fight to the death without retreating!"

He enjoys various benefits provided by the clan on weekdays. Now the heirs of the patriarch have issued a call. According to Roman tradition, these tribesmen and diners have to follow to the death, so the guards have shouted one after another: "For Rome, we will fight to the death without retreating!..."

Their shouts infected other heavy infantrymen, and they also shouted: "For Rome, we will fight to the death!!!..."

For a time, Roman people were in high spirits.

In front of them, the light infantry were still running in panic, while the Diorian cavalry had begun to retreat to both wings, giving up space for the attack of the Diorian Reserve Legion soldiers in the rear.

This newly arrived Dionian army soon appeared in front of the Roman soldiers. They lined up in dense and neat square formations, held their heads and chests, and walked forward. They obviously had good physical reserves. The array was about one mile long, which showed that there were not many people.

"Woo!..." The war trumpet sounded, and the soldiers of the Dionians shouted the name of Hades and accelerated to run forward.

"Prepare for battle!" Paulus, standing in the forefront, held the shield and gun in his hand tightly and said in a deep voice. At this time, he had put life and death aside.

But at this moment, the soldiers behind him had some chaos.

It turned out that the soldiers of the Dionian who had fought fiercely with the middle of Rome also heard the horn and suddenly strengthened the offensive. The middle of Rome had been weakened before, so the soldiers were forced to retreat, and they met with the soldiers in the rear who were preparing to defend.

At this time, Dionia's reinforcements had approached within 30 meters and quickly threw out the javelin in their hands. They took out the spear and started the final charge.

The Roman army was trapped in two sides...

Paulus, his escorts, and the soldiers around him wanted to fight to the death, but for most of the Roman civilians who had just divided the land a few months ago and became heavy infantry, their loyalty to Rome was far less strong.

When the enemy's attack trumpet sounded from the rear, and when the reinforcements of Dionia rushed over like a tide, some of the Roman soldiers who saw this scene were shaken, and their escape soon triggered the collapse of the entire army.

Adoris, who was in the center of the heavy infantry brigade of the Second Legion, suddenly found that his comrades in front who had almost been moving began to move forward in big strides.

"Chasing! Chasing! The enemy is running away!" The cheers of his comrades cheered him up. He took big steps and rushed forward like other soldiers.

At this time, on the outside of the right wing, the defeat of the Roman army from the middle has not yet been transmitted here, and the Roman heavy infantry is still attacking, and the ones who have just arrived were the Dionian light armored brigade and the court guards led by Crotokatacs.

Of course, the Dionians will suffer when light armored soldiers fight against heavy infantry, but the battle has just begun and the gap cannot be revealed.

But for Crotokataks and the court guards, their armor and weapons were of better quality than the enemy, and these soldiers were eager to prove themselves, so they gained some advantage in the beginning of the fight.

Influenced by the guards around him, Crotokatax is also actively attacking, small strides, shield tops, gun poking, head down, shield blocking... From childhood to adulthood, he has been in school and trained every day at home for more than ten years. The military skills that have been integrated into his body are increasingly used in the fight. The stabbing guns that the opponent's constant poked at no longer make him feel panicked, making him feel as if he was often practiced with Martius, although he was nervous, it would not cause danger.

While his long shield blocked the enemy's spear again, he suddenly pushed forward.

The enemy had no time to pull back the spear, and his body was a little unstable, revealing a gap.

Crotokataks immediately poked the stabbing gun forward like lightning.

The enemy quickly lowered his head, and the sharp spear head was poking on the helmet. The power transmitted from the spear body obviously made the enemy dizzy.

At this moment of dazed, Crotokatax's instinctive right hand slightly retracted and quickly stabbed a second shot.

He was stabbing the enemy in the face, and the shrill scream and the miserable situation on the enemy's face made Crotokatax stunned.

"Be careful!" The guard next to him shouted, and then he heard a "puff" sound. The spear that poked from the side was blocked by the long shield that the guard extended in time.

"Don't be distracted when fighting!" The guards were anxious, and did not care about the differences in their identities and reminded them loudly.

Crotokatax burst into a cold sweat. The shame in his heart made him forget the discomfort when he first killed someone. He made up for his previous mistakes with a more fierce attack.

However, the resistance ahead suddenly weakened.

There was a riot in the enemy ahead, and soon they turned around and ran away.

Crotokataks, who had not yet had enough fighting, immediately followed his comrades around him and kept chasing him.

At this time, except for the hundreds of soldiers led by Paulus, who were still fighting on the entire battlefield, the rest of the Roman soldiers had already begun to flee.

But this was exactly when the First and Second Cavalry Legion came into play. Thousands of Dionian cavalrymen ran on the vast plains, waving spears or sabers, chasing the Roman defeated soldiers who had thrown away their shields and guns because of their escape. There were very few Romans who believed they could eventually escape the battlefield.

Not long after, the Romans' final resistance also disappeared.

Epitensis stood in front of Paulus's body covered in blood, his towering red hat tassel had proved his identity.

"I'm a warrior, but unfortunately I'm not smart enough!" Epitensis looked down and turned around, saying to the adjutant disapproved: "After all, he's a general. He buried him, and took off his helmet and the Roman military flag. These are our spoils!"

"Yes, General!"

At this time, Thormid rode over.

Epitensis immediately smiled and said, "Tormid, are you here to congratulate me?"

"Source the army back to the camp immediately and wait for your Majesty's instructions!" Thormid said seriously.

"I'm so anxious, I won't let my brothers take a breath?" Epitians said half-jokingly and half-resentful.

"You can rest as much as you want when you capture the city of Rome, but now other legions are sieging the city with all their might, and there are soldiers killed and injured at all times. Time is very important to us. I don't think you still have the mood to delay here."

Thormid's words made Epitians look serious, and he said loudly to the adjutant: "Blow the trumpet immediately and invite the brothers to gather!"

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Chapter completed!