Augustus Road

"War ennobles all those who participate in it." - 14th century French poet Jean Frossart

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"How far away is the enemy?" Lebida, who was under the flag, looked at the billowing smoke and dust coming from Yazda on the opposite side, and asked Phaobinas next to him.

Phaobinas raised his hand, and several experienced former mercenaries of the Cyrenaic Legion measured their hands at different positions on the hillside and replied, "The vanguard is about ten furlongs away."

"Is it too late to set up the formation now? I'm asking you. You are the commander of the Cyrenaic Legion." Lepidus asked Phaobinas the second question. The other party shrugged and said that even though our legion is well-trained and most of them are veterans with more than fifteen years of military service, there is still not enough time to form a tight battle formation in such a short period of time.

Lepidus simply asked Arp to take thirty guardsmen, including Medicis, Lusitanians, and slave soldiers from Sardinia, to follow him, carrying all the flags and the A dazzling carriage rushed towards the river bank and confessed to Faobinas, "I completely trust your army, so I will personally distract the enemy to gain time, and then I will go around to the canyon behind and start again. Come back here - considering that you are all mercenaries, I am embarrassed to let you fight an unpaid battle, so I have a short time to make a request, General Faobinas!"

"Our legion only needs to be allocated land and houses in the future Cyrene." Phaobinas stood in front of Lepidus' horse head and shouted with his hands shaking.

Li Bida nodded, "You must ensure my survival. Only then can I get what I want." After saying that, he held the owl in his belly. Rushed down the hillside. Arp held up a shield and carried more than ten spear darts, following closely behind.

After watching the Commander-in-Chief run half a furlong, Faobinas carefully observed the incoming formation of Hasidic believers in his field of vision. This was a typical formation of outflanking with two wings, so he attacked the master. Cletus, the battle-selector who wielded the Salisha spear, quickly issued the formation order.

The prominent left wing of the Hasidic believers was the command position of David Anget, who concentrated all the cavalry in this position. Taking the lead in person, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, gritting his teeth and holding the handle of the saber at his waist, holding the reins with one hand, and constantly issuing direction correction instructions to the left and right, all five hundred cavalrymen of Yazda Fortress They were all here. When the cavalry in front shouted that they had discovered the enemy general's flag, Ankit looked at the front about four furlongs through the gap between the smoke and the horses (this is all grassland, and the visual inspection is relatively convenient) place. Lepidus's carriage with Amun's flag and gold outside was running rapidly towards the river bank, and he hesitated for a moment. The desire to kill or capture the opponent's coach occupied the high ground in his heart.

Because if the priority was to annihilate the troops brought by the Roman general, and Lepidus escaped, Anget felt that the gains outweighed the losses. After all, the Roman conquest army had the advantage in numbers, materials, and equipment, and their core was this man. Such a great, cunning and brave general. Only by catching him can the Hasidic sect really have a chance to stand up.

"Send the signal!" David Anget visually inspected the swimming Lepidus for a short while, and then gestured to the bugler galloping next to him. He took out the red flag and waved it in his hand. Then Yazda's tower saw the red flag and quickly raised a big red flag at the top.

Upon seeing this signal, an ambush of two to three hundred Hasidic soldiers armed with sharp spears immediately stood up in the long grass on the river bank. It seemed that David Anget had been prepared. They blocked the direction Lepidah was passing and started to Stabbing and prodding at the general's entourage, the three or five Spanish barbarian cavalry at the front had no time to protect themselves. Some were stabbed down on their galloping horses, and some fell off their horses and were surrounded by hashids. When it comes to killing people with swords, owls are the most spiritual. Carrying their masters, they turned back slightly, passed by the ambush group, and continued to run wildly. As a result, the Hasidim aimed at Lebida and threw out their spears one after another. About seven or eight of them flew towards Lebida's body one after another.

"Arp!" Just as he was shouting, Alp flew over and blocked three of them with his shield. The rest were also misdirected and landed less than five Roman feet away from Lepidus. He was so frightened that The owl was delayed because she was instinctively repulsed by the gleaming murder weapon, and had to turn around in order to discern a new direction of escape.

At this time, Arp stuck his shield in the mud, opened the bow with both hands, and threw a dozen spears like flying, without any miss. The Medje guards who came from behind also picked up their bows, nocked arrows, and dismounted. Together with the Spanish swordsmen, they blocked the pace of the ambush. There were reflections of blades and shouts of killing everywhere - and Lepidus shouted to the slave soldiers behind him, threw the golden carriage on the spot, and we headed towards the established Keep walking!

The obedient retinue threw the golden carriage into the grass. At this time, the entire Hasidic cavalry, and even the rest of the troops on the left wing, led by Ankit, pursued them, but many believers saw the Roman general abandoning them. The carriage was inlaid with gold and turquoise, and the arrows and bows hanging on it were all made of silk and ivory. They rushed forward and chopped and dug. Only David Anget jumped up with the horse. After that, he took dozens of elite followers and continued to pursue Lebida.

"Asshole, Lepidus, if you are still a true warrior who hopes to win glory on the battlefield, turn around and look at me, let's fight face to face!" Ankit, who was riding a black horse behind, shouted provocatively at Lepidus who was running wildly on his saddle 400 Roman feet away.

Who would have thought that this man didn't seem to care about glory at all, just turned back and looked at the pursuers in horror, then crouched lower and took bigger steps to escape! However, the owl under Lepidus's crotch was a mare after all, and was slightly inferior to Ankit's Persian hybrid stallion from Media (which could be said to be the best horse producing area in the world at that time) in terms of explosive power. The slave soldiers and followers behind Lepidus turned around and fought to the death, trying to save time for the commander-in-chief. The two sides fought along the river bank, but David Ankit was unmoved. He had only one goal, that was Lepidus!

Within thirty Roman feet, Li Bi Da finally turned back helplessly, and then threw two javelins at David Ankit who was rushing towards him, but both were dodged by the other party. Then Ankit's figure rose on the saddle and rushed to throw Li Bi Da off the horse. Then the two fell down in each other's arms, rolling and wrestling on the ground. (To be continued...)