War God's Roar!
At this moment, outside the city fortress.
A burly, hairless man, over three meters tall, with a fierce and imposing appearance and dark brown skin, sat atop a black war elephant. His magnificent golden armor and gold ornaments accentuated his noble and extraordinary bearing.
Seeing that Rome's formidable defensive line had been breached by the Magecraft troops and war elephants, and that the enemy's interior was now in chaos, the burly leader's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but be moved. He waved to the black-clad, black-armored, masked, and solemn-looking troops in front of him, and they advanced.
"Your Majesty, why trouble your personal guards? We have plenty of brave warriors willing to be your vanguard and conquer territories for you!"
The more senior General Memnon spurred his warhorse forward, pounded his chest with his right fist, and generously volunteered for battle.
"No need. These Romans' will to defend the city has not been completely broken. The quality of our ordinary soldiers is far inferior to that of these well-trained Roman Legions. Throwing them into fierce street fighting would cause a lot of casualties. In that case, it would be better to let my personal guard completely crush their luck."
Darius III in charge of leading the army, looked at his trusted general under the war elephants and patiently explained, politely declining his request to fight.
Upon hearing this, the old general moved his lips, but ultimately sighed helplessly in his heart.
In war, there are always casualties. Being too concerned about the survival of each individual soldier can actually hinder the commander's control over the overall situation.
After spending several decades with His Majesty, he had basically seen through him. He was gentle and kind, and although he was physically imposing and had a fierce appearance, earning him the reputation of a warrior, he was not, in essence, a person who was good at fighting.
As Lord, he was fair and compassionate, and exceptionally sincere and loyal to those who supported him. He was a responsible and loving father-like leader.
As a military commander, he is easily exhilarated but also easily discouraged. He is easily influenced by his emotions and is too compassionate and weak towards both enemies and his own people. These are undoubtedly fatal flaws.
For example, the old general Memnon did not approve of the radical and somewhat risky action of deploying the Undying Army to the city ahead of schedule to reduce the pressure of the siege.
The Undying Army, as one of the few elite forces that Persia could muster, played a crucial role in stabilizing morale and mobilizing troops, serving as the backbone of the army.
For example, in order to reduce so-called casualties, they dispersed most of their troops to fight in street battles with the Romans defenders, which was a waste of their talents. It increased the instability of the army outside the city and may have put them in danger.
After all, a veteran who had spent a long time in the military knew better than anyone the level of ordinary Persian soldiers.
They relied too much on the Undying Army and divine power, and were inferior to the Roman Legions in both fighting spirit and combat skills.
This explains why, despite possessing tens of thousands of elite Undying Army and training a large number of Magecraft, the Persian Empire could only fight the Roman Empire to a standstill.
There's no way around it; we have too few elite soldiers and too many mediocre ones.
Surely Persia couldn't possibly conquer and rule the entire Roman Empire with just a few tens of thousands of the Undying Army?
Forget it, since the superior has already made a decision and issued military orders, forcing changes on the spot will only create chaos.
In this battle, Your Majesty's premature deployment of the Undying Army and heavily armored elephants was somewhat hasty. However, the Romans fortress had already fallen, and our army held a decisive advantage. This minor flaw in the final stages of the battle is insignificant.
"Waaah!"
Just as the old general was pondering and gradually calming down, a series of desolate bugle calls suddenly echoed, and a large amount of eerie blood-red light shot into the sky, dyeing the sky a tragic crimson. The twisting and changing clouds coalesced into a giant clad in armor and wielding a spear, roaring and howling towards the battlefield engulfed in flames.
In an instant, the Roman Soldier, driven to the brink of despair and trapped in a desperate situation, felt their blood boil amidst these roars.
The war horn sounds! The War God's Roar!
Mars above! We're saved! We're saved!
Reinforcements! It's reinforcements!
Like trapped beasts whose will and energy had been worn down, the Roman Soldier were overjoyed at this moment. Their burning fighting spirit was ignited, as if they had drunk the strongest wine. A raging fire seemed to burn in their chests, and they had an impulse to rush forward and fight the enemy to the death, shedding every last drop of blood and dying in the arms of the enemy.
At this moment, even the most cowardly person, under the surge of courage, becomes a fearless and berserker.
Bang! Bang bang!
Bang! Bang bang!
Bang! Bang bang!
Even more terrifying was the rhythmic clanging of shields coming from alleyways, behind broken walls, from houses, and from beneath the battlements. Roman Soldier fighting fiercely in various places were either roaring and gathering or striking their weapons in response.
The trickle of water quickly converged into a roaring sound like a mighty ocean.
Already in a losing position, the Roman Soldier were divided, surrounded, and annihilated, launching a fierce counterattack.
When their javelins were gone, they thrust with their swords; when their swords broke, they smashed with their shields; and if even their shields shattered, they fought with their limbs, hurled stones, and bit with their teeth... These Roman Soldier, their eyes bloodshot, unleashed a steely fighting spirit, like bloodthirsty beasts unleashed from their cages, never giving up until their last drop of blood was shed.
Such an opponent moved and shocked even the Undying Army in the city, who were like killing machines. Their offensive slowed down, as if they were a giant elephant stuck in a quagmire, unable to pull its legs out.
Boom boom boom boom!
"Waaaaah... Waaaah!"
At the same time, the rhythm changed to the sound of bugles, which reverberated throughout the fields. The earth trembled and shook, and dust could be seen rising from the low hills several meters away. A red torrent followed the trend, sweeping across the wilderness like a surging tide, and crashing towards the army's central camp outside the city.
Oh no! Romans reinforcements have arrived!
General Memnon's expression changed drastically as he looked incredulously at the Roman Legions of at least 30,000 to 50,000 men.
Long before the three kings joined forces to launch their plan to kill the god Ancestor, they received a secret order to be ready to send reinforcements to the border at any time.
Therefore, as soon as Romulus fell, a massive Persian army of 100,000 men pressed on, capturing several cities in succession. Their offensive was only halted when they encountered a fortress where the main force of the Tenth Legion was concentrated.
Even so, the City of Seven Hills, which should have been in complete chaos, was able to stabilize the situation in just seven or eight days, mobilize forty to fifty thousand people, and send reinforcements at an unimaginable speed.
Even more unbelievable is that they managed to get within a kilometer of our main force without being detected. How is that possible!
General Memnon's mind was buzzing. At this moment, he could no longer care about these things. His top priority was to stop the oncoming Romans!
However, as the Roman Legions attacked the city, a chilling incantation of divine words converged into a high-speed tremor, and scarlet Sorcery Array appeared one after another in the sky. Thousands of magical Spell projectile down, blasting the newly organized defensive flanks, causing men and horses to fall.