Chapter 1030: Graze's Wavering
Laclilek felt the wounds on his body and didn't even need to look back to know that the soldiers behind him would definitely not be in good condition. The undefeated Trajan's army had never suffered such a tragic fate as it did today.
But it doesn’t matter, they found their own way, fought their way forward, and became invincible.
"Fight!" Laclilek stared at the Iron Pagoda opposite with bloodshot eyes. The shame in his heart and the pain in his body made the ferocity that Laclilek had been hiding burst out. And what the undefeated Trajan Legion needed was this kind of ferocity, to bite the opponent even if it meant death!
Back then, they were able to defeat the enemy with their dual talents and accomplish miracles because of their crazy and ferocious nature.
"Want to use us as a stepping stone? Maybe in the next life!"
Jin Wushu's eyes also turned bloodshot. This scene reminded him of the demise of the Xiongnu, just like when the Han army was approaching.
"In the name of the Eternal Heaven, kill kill kill kill kill kill!"
Jin Wushu roared towards the sky and the sound of killing became clearer and clearer, making all the soldiers shudder.
"Let's fight. The one who survives is the strongest. Fight, fight, fight!" The top predator, whose ferocity hidden in its bloodline was fully aroused, challenged another elite group that also stood at the top of all the legions, "Let's fight!"
With the return of the ferocity engraved in the bones and blood of the Invincible Legion, the terrifying qualities possessed by the top three talented elites were gradually released, but Iron Pagoda also activated the ferocity in his blood.
Both sides exuded the same fighting spirit of fighting against heaven and earth and fighting to the death, and the two legions fell into a completely crazy battle.
"Thirty Eagle Flags?" Camillo's pupils shrank slightly. The tragic breath coming from the wind made him know what kind of transformation the Thirty Eagle Flags were undergoing.
"hateful!"
However, although they had a lot of enthusiasm, they were surrounded by ordinary Parthian elites. Such enemies could not bring them any improvement at all.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
The tragic momentum of the Iron Pagoda and the Invincible Legion spread throughout the battlefield. Graze could no longer sit still at this time, and began a roundabout movement with the Seventh Eagle Flag.
Although the frontal breakthrough was unfavorable, Camillus's side was so unstoppable that there was a certain amount of chaos on the front line, and Graze quickly found the weakness of the Parthian army.
Just as Temujin had expected before the battle, if a legion rushed out from the rear of the Parthian army at this time, it could indeed destroy the organizational ability of the Parthian army and win.
And Graze successfully saw this flaw and launched an attack.
Everything was under Temujin's control, but he frowned and looked in the direction of Camillus. If he really let the other party continue to kill like this, the Parthian army would really be in chaos.
He could only adjust the direction of Camillo's attack, causing it to begin to deviate from its original position little by little and move towards Laclilek.
This is the most commonly used tactic in large army battles. It is to adjust the two armies through command in the chaos, bring them together, and let their own people block their own people.
If the attack continues at this rate, Camillus will soon reach the rear of the Invincible Legion and be completely blocked by it.
It is not so easy for the cavalry to change direction. Camillus could certainly reverse the attack, but the contradiction between the two meant that they could not be so harmonious.
Temujin's calm command prevented the Parthian army from getting into chaos. On the other hand, many barbarians on the Roman side had lost their way during the charge and were divided and conquered by Temujin using the characteristics of the Burning Legion.
Temujin sneered as he watched Babak annihilate a Roman barbarian infantry.
There are a large number of barbarians, and their quality is not bad , but barbarians are barbarians. The most fundamental problem is not these, but the problem of morale.
The Huns were experienced in dealing with this kind of vassal army.
The barbarian legions following the Eagle Flag Legion will not get lost and will move forward bravely, but once they are separated, the morale of these barbarians will collapse quite quickly.
Especially when Babak's burning talent began to burn their talents and they began to weaken visibly, they did not have the awareness of fighting to the death. On the contrary, some barbarians had already dropped their weapons in despair and began to pray for the Lord's protection.
In comparison, the black barbarians who had not been subjected to the church's proselytizing performed better. At least they did not drop their weapons in the end, but the difference was not that big.
Once the morale of these barbarians begins to collapse, their fighting power will quickly disintegrate. There is no need for Babak to lead the Burning Legion personally to go forward. A simple talent of burning is all that is needed to lead the surrounded barbarians to destruction.
Temujin's command became more and more fluent, and relying on Babak's ability, he continued to devour the lives of the barbarians on the chaotic front.
By the time Africanus of the Eighth Legion discovered the problem, Rome as a whole had already fallen into Temujin's rhythm.
And Gretz, the only savior of Rome, encountered the Mongolian cavalry who had been waiting for a long time while going around.
"Mongol cavalry?" Gretz frowned. Facing him was the Military Soul Legion, but he was not very afraid. The strength of the Seventh was enough to fight against these legions.
But the problem was, he didn't know why, but he always felt that the opposing legion was emitting endless malice, as if there was some mysterious will urging them to crush them.
Moreover, he also felt the same urging here. Some unknown will was urging the Seventh Legion to kill the enemy.
Graze quickly checked himself. This will of unknown origin might very well be some kind of evil god.
Under normal circumstances, the Seventh Legion would be fearless, but facing a powerful three-talented legion while also facing a chaotic evil god would be adding insult to injury.
After some inspection, Gretz actually discovered that this will came from his own eagle flag, or from the reflected Yulin Army.
"The mortal enemy of the Han Dynasty? The Huns? Weren't these guys destroyed?" Gretz instantly thought of the Huns. Although he had not fought with the Huns in previous years, they still had some understanding of the Huns.
Back then, the Huns' military spirit exploded and directly attacked the Imperial Parliament Legion, which made them deeply wary of the Huns as a country. Moreover, the other party also disgusted them a lot when they served as mercenaries for Parthia.
However, I heard that the Han Dynasty exterminated the Huns, but I didn’t expect to see things related to the Huns now.
Taking a deep breath, Gretz suppressed all his thoughts in his heart and glanced at the battlefield. He had no time to delay any longer.
Kill them and then go straight to the rear of Parthia, otherwise they will most likely lose this battle.
Gretz felt extremely regretful. If Benito was there at this time, they would not be in such a mess.
They were used to using light and shadow, and suddenly left this convenient communication channel of light and shadow projection. The coordination between their various eagle flags was really worrying.
It was like he now wanted to let Camillus break out, but the Second Trajan was already deeply trapped in the Parthian army and could not receive any news from him at all.
Even if he formed an assault team with several Imperial Guardians, they would not be able to break in.
Graz was a little anxious. Only then did he understand what it meant to command a large army. He had previously thought that a large army was nothing special. It was just about letting each army stay in the position it should be. In fact, it still required the army commanders themselves to fight bravely against the enemy.
But this time, Temujin really hit him hard. It turned out that the presence of a large army commander was really important, but he really didn't have the talent to command a large army.
But those were all later stories for him. He stopped and did not move forward. The Mongolian cavalry could no longer suppress their inner disgust.
The seventh eagle flag exudes an aura that both the Huns and Parthia hate, namely the aura of the Imperial Guards and the Roman eagle flag.
These two auras are absolute enemies to the Mongolian cavalry who bear the dual will of the empire.
"Kill!" Zamuha didn't hesitate too much. He roared and unleashed his legion talent.
“Ouch!”
A huge gray wolf roared towards the sky, and its bloodthirsty aura covered the Mongolian cavalry. The Mongolian cavalry's eyes emitted a terrifying red light, their bodies bulged unnaturally, and their physical fitness was almost greatly enhanced.
It was like a pack of wolves eyeing their prey, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.
"Shoot!" As the inheritors of the Huns' military spirit, the Mongolian cavalry possessed all kinds of superb skills. It was easy for them to draw the bow and shoot arrows while charging.
The storm was accompanied by a rain of arrows, and the soldiers of the Seventh Eagle Flag calmly used the weapons in their hands to deflect the arrows.
"It's Yulin!" Zamuhe subconsciously shouted out his discovery, and then the next second, the bloodthirsty aura changed, turning into destruction and madness.
Including Zamuha, who was filled with immense sorrow in his heart. It was the sorrow of their hometown being destroyed and them being forced to leave their homeland. Followed by immense anger and murderous intent.
Although they didn't know what was going on, since the other party appeared in front of them, they had no room for retreat.
The Iron Knights simply threw away the bows and arrows in their hands, drew their weapons on horseback, and launched a desperate charge towards the Seventh Eagle Flag Legion.
"Kill them all!" Jamukha roared, "For... Mongolia!"
In the end, Zamuha did not even yell out the word "Huns". This frustration turned into an even more crazy motivation.
Blood spurted out, but it did not change their momentum. The commander risked his life and led the way to break through the enemy's formation. All the Mongolian cavalry roared and burst out with their ultimate combat power, and launched a crazy attack towards the opposite side like the majestic figure holding the flag in front!
There is nothing that cannot be killed. Even if it resists death, even if its will distorts reality, the only reason it cannot be killed is that you did not cut it in the right place. If it survives a heart puncture, then chop off its head. If it can still fight after chopping off its head, then chop it into pieces.
What's more, the Seventh Eagle Flag does not have these abilities. Even if they are like the weakened Yulin and Wolf Riders, they have not entered the three talents and military souls, and they are always just the Royal Guards.
They are indeed an all-round soldier, but not buying into the last level means not buying into the last level.
By purchasing the three talents and the military soul, you have already mastered the basic power of miracles. Even if you encounter the military soul, you will still be able to fight. However, if you don't take the step forward, you will always be one step away.
"Prepare to die!" Grez roared and stabbed at Zamuha, but Zamuha looked at Grez coldly. There was no anger in his pupils, nor any excitement facing the enemy, but only indifference.
After the actual fight, Zhamuha realized that the opponent was just a fake imitating the Yulin Army.
It is true that this imitation allowed them to even be called the First Legion under the three talents, but facing them with a heavy past, that was all.
Jamukha passed by Grez without saying a word. The Mongolian cavalrymen around him waved their scimitars wildly and crossed paths with the Seventh Eagle Flag Corps. In just a few breaths, the two cavalry corps had crossed paths.
As they crossed paths, the Seventh Eagle Flag Legion left behind more than a thousand corpses, while the Mongolian cavalry led by Jamuka left behind less than five hundred corpses.
There was a clear gap in strength between the two sides, and they were clearly not on the same level. Even when Gretz turned his horse around, he felt a little chilled when he saw the densely packed corpses.
Although compared to the previous confrontation, he had seen Ardashir buy miracles and had seen a bigger gap, but the problem was that he now had no room to retreat.
He could have turned around and ran away at the beginning, but now, he couldn't run away. If he couldn't withstand the next wave of charge from the Mongolian cavalry, he would not be able to directly break into the rear of the Parthian army.
The inability to make peace with Camillus means that they will be defeated this time!
This moment was the first time that Gretz doubted his own talent, except that Augustus and Perennis had indeed taught him a lot of things very seriously.
He was once regarded as a rising star of the new generation by these people, and they even thought he would have a bigger breakthrough in the future. However, this was the second time he was completely crushed by the other side.
Or the third time.
Ardashir and Temujin gave him one each, and now Jamuka and the Mongolian cavalry are teaching him a lesson again. Does he really have the talent to lead troops?
Doubts and confusion filled his mind. It was indeed easy for the Seventh Legion to replenish troops. As long as the basic qualities were up to standard, it could be quickly formed.
This is why he can always quickly replenish the legion, but now there are very few old soldiers who followed him to witness the glory and kill the Parthian Guards.
And so far, he has been beaten.
This extremely real gap on the battlefield caused Gretz to waver for the first time.
Naturally, Graze understood that everything Ardashir and the others had experienced was something that Graze could never understand.
The destruction of their country and the ruin of their families is the driving force that gives them strength, but it is also a symbol of their sorrow.
Wars of annihilation have been difficult to fight since ancient times. When a genius with a last burst of talent launches a desperate charge, even the more powerful side will inevitably feel a headache.
But a last glimmer of light is still a last glimmer of light after all.
Just like Graze can continuously farm hits, Ardashir and his men are terribly inefficient in farm hits.
The Holy Fallen Knights have not yet reached their full strength in the battle in which they killed Saint Peter III. On the other hand, the Eagle Flag Legion is not only fully staffed but is also expanding. The gap between the two sides on a large scale is obvious at a glance.
