This was the ingenious tactics of General Petnius, who was worthy of being an expert in the army for thirty years, and although his platoon was the same as Catiline's, the left and right flanks were the center, but unlike Catiline's equal distribution of forces, Petnius adopted an uneven distribution of forces - he was on the left flank, which was obviously thickened in depth, and it was full of veterans with combat experience. It is to focus on breaking the enemy's right flank first, and then use the Spartans' usual hinge assault to attack Catiline and the Eagle Banner with the central forces!

Now, Petnius's goal has been achieved, Catiline's right flank, the first three or four columns of soldiers, have either been cut down, or turned around and fled, and the chain effect has appeared, Catiline arranged Haode follow-up reserve soldiers, but they could not resist the assault of Peternius's veterans, and the columns continued to be defeated

When Calabis copied his newly picked up sword and rushed to Catiline's command position with the others, hundreds of Catiline's supporters were quietly surrounding the idol and the eagle banner, "Now, let's take the eagle banner, which symbolizes the glory of the motherland, and rush to the enemy with the most dense enemy!" Catiline put on his armor and jumped off the small terrace, leading his almost unarmed followers to confront the slain Calabis and the others.

Just after Catiline went out to fight, his subordinates were about to carry the eagle banner to boost the morale of the whole army, when suddenly several gladiators dressed up stabbed them in the back and waist from behind, and the "Cimbri" eagle banner slowly fell, and the rest of the rebel army was in mourning. Several infantry battalions in Metra, also descended the hillside. Added outflanking sequence. Soon. The center, left flank and reserves of the rebels began to disperse in disorganization. All that remains is to be slaughtered.

In the battle formation, Catiline soon ran into Calabis, "You've come to take my noble head, pariah!" Catirin, with the iron hand of her ancestors on her shoulder, tucked her sword at her waist and shouted with strength.

"I said a long time ago that there would be a day when corpses would fall in this wasteland. It's yours. Calabis struck first and stabbed with Catiline in a flaming fire, "There are no nobles and lowly people in this shijie, only winners and losers!" ”

"Then it's a pity for me, Caesar and Crassus Weishenme are not on that amber board!"

"Because I disposed of their names, it would not be difficult to find such craftsmen in Rome."

Catiline stabbed Calabis with a sword, and Calabis slashed his shoulder, and the two gave up their swords and fought together, "Caesar is just like me. You are doing something vain. Catirin pressed Calabis against her and picked up a flying stone. It smashed down on the door of the head.

Calabis stretched out his hand and grabbed the falling flying stone, and the hands of the two began to wrestle, "Don't be mistaken, I don't have any feelings for the republic, it's just that Caesar is more valuable than you, and he is the one who nails the coffin of the republic!" Then Calabis bent and pulled his arm, and Catiline cried, and his wrist was twisted backwards to dislocate, and then he was punched in the face by Carabis, and his mouth and nose were tilted to one side, and Calabis rolled over, and tore off Catiline's iron hand, and smashed it down on his head and neck like a torrential rain.

Zuihou, Katiline lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, his dislocated hands hung down to one side, his mouth gurgled with blood and teeth, and most of his supporters were cut down and killed, Calabis gasped, ripped off his breastplate, and then picked up his fighting sword and pressed it to the heart of his chest.

"Please, give me a noble military death," Catiline's eyes trembled, and she said softly.

Calabis nodded, then placed his sword across Catiline's neck, and with a slight pull, Rome's most famous conspirator and traitor twitched his legs twice and never moved again.

At dusk, hundreds of scarred rebels in Zuihou groaned and half fell under a cliff, but there was still no word of begging for mercy in their mouths, the expressionless veterans of Neruda's legion, trampling on the corpses, carrying swords, stabbed them to death one by one, half an hour later, the battlefield fell under the shroud of twilight and blood, and the shouts of killing and the setting sun gradually sank.

In the narrow Pistonian moor, there was a scene of "luxuriant" crops at this time, but these crops were all the corpses of the rebel war dead, and almost no one took them prisoner, all of them died heroically around Manius and Catiline, and Calabis stood in front of Catiline's corpse, stroking his relics, the iron hands of his ancestors, and his body trembled slightly.

Yes, at least half of Catiline's current fate is due to his calculations. Of course, he knew that Longis's amber board also had the seals of Crassus and Caesar, and that these two men were also involved in Catiline's plan to use Catiline's reform program to become the brains of the new "Legislative Council of Ten", which, once approved, enjoyed great powers, including the passage of laws, the declaration of war, colonization, and the distribution of land, almost equal to Dicktido. That's why Crassus was willing to spend money to help Catiline clear the debt he owed in the first election, but Calabis gouged out the names of the two of them, and after poking it out, plus Catiline's plan was rejected, Crassus and Caesar were eager to get rid of Catiline's dirty gloves, and choose another thug to fight against the Senate or Pompey, this newcomer, it was him.

So, in the end, will he be like Catiline, a pawn to be manipulated by others, and after losing its use value, he will be abandoned, and he will be buried in this boundless desolation with humiliation, and he will never recover?

Thinking of this, Calabis actually felt a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

The wind in the wilderness blows away the dreams of the losers, but ignites new ambitions and fighting spirits.

In the past, he hated Catiline, and now yes, he did fulfill his promise to turn the descendants of this ancient nobleman into corpses, but after fighting Catiline, he felt that a certain spirit of the other party had also seeped into his blood, and after this terrible battle, he might continue to laugh at Catiline's strategic stupidity, but he would never look down on Catiline's death, "You are a real man." Calabis slowly straightened up Catiline's clothes and armor, and then handed the iron hand to Tagus next to him, "Take care of his things." (To be continued......)