Seeing the blood, as well as the wounded lying on the ground struggling and wailing, the soldiers naturally could not bear the fear of being so close to death. Those of the first array

"Don't mess around, hold steady! Steady! The centurions shouted hoarsely, and all of them clenched their teeth and curled up, hiding their whole bodies behind their shields. The archers were now raining arrows from the back of the first array, but the archers were so nimble that they were like ghosts scurrying back and forth in the dust, and they really couldn't hurt them unless they were densely packed with arrows.

"For the glory of the Empire! Don't hold back, hold on! Hang on! ”

One shout after another, all the officers tried to stabilize the soldiers who were struggling to hold on. But the light shouts could not do anything, and they were fiercely pinned down behind their shields by the crossbows of the Sassanid archers.

"Whew, whew, safe, safe!"

Andrew collapsed on the chariot as if he had collapsed, curling up and leaning his head against a monolithic iron bar directly in front of the chariot, gasping for air. Theodosius II lay motionless on the floor of the chariot, staring at an arrow stuck in front of his eyes in distraction, and if he could not still see that he was lying down with his breath, he would have died in such a careless way! Now that he hadn't recovered from the shock just now, Andrew was still not at ease, so he reached out and lifted the shield that was still on Theodosius II, and then looked Theodosius up and down.

"It's fine! Not a single wound! ”

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that if Augustus was injured at this time, he might face the crime of dereliction of duty for not being able to guard in time.

Theodosius II was indeed frightened, and he lay motionless on the floor, allowing the shouts of murder behind him to fill his ears. The right half of his face on the floor felt a sticky slip and a hint of warmth, what was that? Theodosius II was actually entangled in this in his heart, he did not dare to move, for fear that the liquid would flow out of his face, and Augustus was in a hurry to hurt his face, which was indeed a shame. And I have never felt the taste of being stained with blood, obviously lying in a pool of blood, but why is there no pain at all, is it that the soul is slowly leaving the body? The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, trembling all over, and not a single tear could not flow from his eyes.

"Marcus, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, Theodosius II heard Andrew's startled question, he rolled his eyes and saw Andrew squatting beside him, Andrew stared at the back of his head, his eyes were round with a look of surprise, and his mouth was wide open not like a joke, was he serious? Did something really happen to Marcus? Theodosius II didn't care about the blood on his face, and quickly turned around, but he didn't expect that at this time he finally didn't have to worry about the "wound" on his face, because the blood was not his at all.

Theodosius II found the source of this pool of blood, which was Marcus, and saw that he held tightly on the crossbar of the chariot with his left hand to support himself from falling, and his left hand covered his neck, but the blood said that his fingers could not fall downward, and a pool of blood formed under his feet. And it was this pool of blood that stained Theodosius II's face.

Marcus turned his back so that Theodosius II and Andrew could not see his face clearly.

"Marcus!" Theodosius II realized the seriousness of the matter, and his faithful servant was so badly injured that he could not sit idly by. He got up from the floor and reached out and patted Marcus on the back, but who knows, it was the gentle touch that played the role of four or two thousand pounds, and Marcus, a strong tough guy, fell to the ground with a bang and lay next to Theodosius!

"Ahh

Theodosius II was terrified, and the moment Marcus lay down, blood splattered Theodosius' face from his wounds. It was then that Theodosius II saw Marcus's face and the arrow stuck in his neck. Marcus lost the strength to stand, but he gripped the arrow around his neck tightly with his hand, trying to keep it steady and not let the iron arrow that had been plunged deep into his neck stir and further exacerbate his pain.

"Marcus! Marcus! ”

Theodosius called out the name of his faithful servant over and over again, and put his hands on Marcus's chest, whose wounds were still bubbling with bright red blood, and he was at a loss for what to do, looking around, but unable to think of a cure for him.

Marcus lay on the ground, and as soon as he opened his mouth, red blood gushed out of his mouth like hot magma, instantly staining Marcus into a bloody man.

"Andrew, Andrew, you are a close guard appointed by Augustus in the Western Empire, tell me, tell me what I can do to save him, say, say it quickly!" Theodosius II was in a hurry, he turned to look at Andrew and yelled, but Marcus was so serious that he could not do anything about it, and watched as Marcus's blood gushed out from the wound on his neck and in his mouth. Theodosius II was completely panicked, how could Augustus, who was in high spirits, know the folk medical skills.

"He's gone, Caesar!" Andrew was surprisingly calm at this time, and he silently looked at Marcus, who was lying in a pool of blood, and spoke to Theodosius II word by word.

"What about Caesar? What about our Caesar! This is the question in the hearts of every officer and every soldier in the Roman army, they are struggling to support, people are constantly falling from arrows, the Roman cavalry can only stand still without the emperor's order, although their cavalry commander leads them, but Augustus is the supreme commander, without his order they dare not act rashly, can only watch the Roman infantry under the ravages of the archer to support. Similarly, the Sassanid archers were no better, and the archers of the Eastern Empire were tilting their arrows at them regardless of losses. But at this moment, the sound of horses' hooves in the dust faded away, and the bow and arrow stopped.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The short, rapid sound of horns, sounded on the other side of the dust, did not give the soldiers of the first Roman array a chance to breathe, or even make them think about what was going on.

Sasanian's horn of attack, although I don't know what it is, but there is more and more sound of horses' hooves in the dust that is gradually dissipating, like a rushing flood, getting closer and closer.

"Defense! Defense! Shield wall, shield wall formation! ”

The experienced centurions immediately sensed the aura of danger, and they immediately beckoned the soldiers behind them to assemble.

The dust seemed to be blown away by a strong wind that came from the gallop, and in front of them were the Sassanid ironclad cavalry, hundreds and thousands, like a black torrent, roaring forward! The Romans were too late, and in the blink of an eye, a large number of Sassanid ironclad cavalry formed a diamond-shaped formation in Parthian times, and like sharp spear tips, they tried to break through and tear apart the imperial formation. They kicked their horses in the belly, their horses neighing and picking up speed, and they stood tall in front of their horses with their spears in their hands, the tips of which were pointed at the Romans in array.

"Defensive !!"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

I thought that braving the arrows like raindrops was already the most painful, but when the collision sounded at this moment, everyone realized that this was the real nightmare, who wanted to be hit by a heavy object of nearly 200 kilograms at this speed of 40 kilometers at this time.

At that moment, countless soldiers were violently knocked down and trampled by war horses, the neighing of war horses, the screams of the wounded, and the roars of the soldiers. The sounds of the battlefield were intertwined, accompanied by bloodshed and sacrifice, and the cavalry on horseback, they dropped their broken spears, drew their maces and swords, and rode their horses forward, and kept swinging their weapons to mercilessly slash the Romans below.

"Go up! Stick to them, don't let them get out! Fast! ”

The sword-wielding field legion infantry spontaneously joined in the fierce battle, and their goal was clear, that is, to use crowd tactics to drag down the Sassanid ironclad cavalry who were trapped in the crowd and had no way to rampage.

"Our Caesar, what is he doing!" Everyone still had this question, and by this time, they still had not heard Theodosius II's instructions!