My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 680 The End of the Egyptian Legion

The sun shone through the cracks in the sky, the morning sun pushed the blue color across the earth, black beacon fires floated towards the sky, and pairs of feet were moving quickly through the corpses on the ground and running southward.

"Quick!"

"Don't let the barbarians escape!"

For the Xiliang army, the goal of besieging Antony and defeating Octavian who came to reinforce had been achieved. Cutting off the opponent's commander's left and right arms was the perfect opportunity to launch a massive attack.

After defeating Octavian's two thousand Roman soldiers head-on, the troops led by Guo Si and Li Jue rushed south without any warning.

Occasionally, fleeing Egyptian legionnaires could be seen in the plains and mountains to the south. Farther south, at daybreak, news of the defeat of the 2,000 Roman soldiers who had come to the rescue had already been passed back to the main camp of the Egyptian legion.

This is the fastest means of communication currently available.

Caesar, who was reorganizing his army and preparing to march north to reinforce Octavian and Antony, was stunned when he heard the news. His eyes were a little dull, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. However, his body shook twice on the horse's back, and he fell off the horse with a thud.

The soldiers of the general's guard rushed forward to rescue the old man, and while taking him back to the main camp, they assembled the troops and deployed them to the north of the main camp to guard against the Celis army moving south.

"Has the news about Octavian...Antony... come back? Is there any bad news about them?"

In the square tent without any curtains, Caesar woke up on a wooden bed covered with a blanket. He had just heard that the armies of Octavian and Antony were defeated, and he was so angry that he fainted.

After all, he is already very old, and even if he lives again, he will still remain old.

"The Seris suddenly launched an attack. Perhaps the outcome of the battle in Nongma to the north has already been decided."

When Caesar heard that there was no news about Octavian and Antony, he closed his eyes in pain. The lack of news meant that they might have died instead of being on their way back.

“Haha… The legendary King Arthur did not bring his legend. What a pity. The dream has just begun and it is about to end.”

The morning sun rose between the clouds. Between the hours of Chen and Si, as more and more defeated soldiers fled south, the news they brought back became clearer and clearer.

When he learned that Octavian and Antony had died in the battle, Caesar spat out a mouthful of blood in a daze. He didn't even make a murmur. He just stared at the dome of the tent with his eyes wide open, raised his hands in the air and grasped a few times, then died on the wooden bed.

The Egyptian army, which was still unaware of the situation, hastily assembled 10,000 troops to the north of the main camp to guard against the Seres army, which was ten miles away.

At the same time when the sad news of Caesar's death came, Guo Si led 5,000 main forces to the north of the 10,000 Egyptian army, and deployed them in three directions: left, middle and right, sweeping southward.

Li Jue led the Feixiong Army, which had taken off its armor, to act as light cavalry and raid the side of the enemy camp, chasing and killing the fleeing barbarians along the way.

"Drive them away, don't let them gather!"

"Be careful, the main force of the barbarians is gathering ahead!"

"Pass the message to General Guo!"

These 5,800 people moved south without any pause.

After defeating the barbarian army in the late night and early morning, they chased them for more than thirty miles, maintaining a forced march at the fastest speed all the way. This was already a common occurrence for the Xiliang army.

From the earliest Grand Tutor Dong to the later army following Xiahou Yuan on a long journey to attack the State of Wei, they had long been accustomed to such long-distance forced marches.

However, the Egyptian army on the opposite side found it difficult to adapt to such intensity. Except for a small number of soldiers who fled south to the main camp of the Egyptian army, most of the remaining soldiers were killed in the fields and mountains.

The corpses were scattered all over the land, and only a few were able to escape.

If the Xiliang Army had not maintained its speed and charged straight into the main camp of the Egyptian Legion, any escape would have been considered a defeat for them!
Less than ten miles away, the 10,000 Egyptian legion soldiers gathered in the north of the main camp had already learned of Caesar's death. For a time, the army's morale was in turmoil and low.

As the troops around Caesar, they naturally had the deepest feelings for Caesar and were the best disciplined. At this time, apart from grief, they did not disband and flee.

The attacking Seres army was less than ten miles away at this time. If they fled, they would soon be hunted down by the enemy. At that time, the organized Egyptian army would be the lambs to be slaughtered during the escape.

As the Xiliang army advanced southward, the organized Roman soldiers quickly formed a team. Even though their morale and military spirit were unstable at the moment, they still tried to form a battle formation to block the attack of the Seres. For the soldiers of the Egyptian legion, this tactical strategy was not wrong.

There's even a chance of winning some turnarounds.

When the third group of scouts returned with the news, they learned that the pursuing Seres army was only five or six thousand people.

This made the centurions in the army breathe a sigh of relief and feel somewhat relaxed.

There are less than 7,000 people, and such a clear advantage is in my hands!
After several centurions communicated with each other and arranged their respective tactical tasks, the Xiliang army on the opposite side had already arrived five miles away, and a huge crowd of people could be seen advancing.

This group of Seris people only has a few thousand people. As long as we launch a powerful attack and kill or injure a small number of them, we will naturally defeat the enemy with ease. What is there to be afraid of?
While he was thinking this, 5,000 soldiers from the three armies of Xiliang had already lined up on the slope, and were checking their shields and swords.

After Guo Si sharpened the blade, he threw the whetstone and said, "Get up! Get ready to fight!"

Groups of soldiers stood up one after another, picking up swords and shields or spears and bows and arrows, and marched forward in an orderly manner with steady steps that made a rumbling sound.

Here, 10,000 Egyptian legionnaires were divided into five rows, with 2,000 men in each row. While their spears were pressed down to form a forest of spears, javelin throwers and stone-throwers leaped out of the formation. Sparse short spears and stones flew into the sky and fell on the Seres army going downhill.

woo-

The desolate horn sounded, and under the banner of "Xiliang", the pace of advancement became faster and faster.

"Xiliang!"

"Come on -"

The sound of steady footsteps suddenly exploded on the ground, resounding like thunder.

The charging figure opened his mouth and shouted hysterically. The five thousand Xiliang soldiers divided into three arrays were like a roaring tide, running wildly and rushing into the arms of the ten thousand Egyptian legion array without any hesitation!
With less than six or seven thousand men, they faced head-on an army of ten thousand who were ready for battle. This made most of the centurions in the Egyptian legion feel relieved and even saw hope of victory.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and a torrent swept in and hit the reef.

The crowds were fighting and pushing each other on the front line, and in less than a cup of tea, five formations of Egyptian legion soldiers, totaling 10,000 people, were forcibly collapsed.

The gap was torn open, and deserters and corpses spread backwards madly. The Xiliang army cut through the barbarian army in front of them with a crazy killing attitude.

Holding blood-stained steel knives, they stepped over corpses and continued to advance towards the main camp opposite.

Ten thousand people collapsed and scattered.

More than 5,000 people, along with cavalry, rushed into the camp. Not long after, Guo Si came out holding Caesar's head and threw it to his personal soldiers.

"Send a message to the Grand Master, the barbarian army has been eliminated!"

……

The fast horses galloped from south to north, working day and night for two consecutive days, and finally arrived at the huge military camp east of Nongma City. Su Chen was discussing with Jia Xu, Han Xin, and Zhuge Liang and Jiang Wei who came later, how to conquer the entire Sakpruit next.

As he was speaking, Wu Zixun, who had just returned from outside, opened the curtain and came in, handing the battle report he had just received to Su Chen.

Su Chen unfolded the paper. The handwriting on it was wild and powerful. It was written by Grand Tutor Dong Zhuo. When he finished reading the contents of the handwriting, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"The Grand Master is very good at using troops."

He pursed his lips, smiled and praised, then handed the information to Han Xin and others, and his tall and heroic figure stood up from behind the long desk.

"It's almost time."

Su Chen took a deep breath and asked someone to prepare pens and ink: "Prepare pens and ink, take my handwritten order, and send it to Zhou Yu, Zhang Liao, and Huo Qubing, and take over the entire territory of Europe and Europe!"

(End of this chapter)