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Boom boom boom boom!

A series of Spell projectile were launched, kicking up clouds of yellowish dust. The cavalry, arriving at breakneck speed, instinctively closed the distance as they caught up with the Romans troops, surging into the valley.

However, in their hazy vision, what greeted them were insidious horse traps the size of fists, hidden under the sandstorm, Magecraft mines, and waves of arrows raining down from the gentle slopes on both sides.

In an instant, thousands of Persian cavalrymen charging in the front ranks were thrown into chaos, their horses and men falling to the ground.

The Persian cavalrymen who fell to the ground, along with their horses, suffered broken bones and torn tendons, while the charging troops behind them kept their heads down and shields raised, showing no sign of slowing down the momentum of the charge.

Puff puff puff puff!

Under the dense iron hooves, those unlucky ones who landed were mercilessly trampled into mincemeat.

Pompey and Samael's eyelids twitched; they sensed a fierce aura emanating from this group.

Meanwhile, the Roman Legions, who were rested and ready, formed ranks based on their infantry units, with the soldiers in the first rank crouching and using their javelins as spears. The soldiers in the rear ranks, according to orders, used their javelins as spears to thrust or throw them in concentrated fire. Between them, they formed several square formations that protected each other, displaying a typical heavy infantry anti-cavalry formation.

Faced with a dense forest of spears, each two meters long with a grooved iron handle and a sharp triangular tip, the Persian cavalrymen who crashed into them were instantly skewered like meat skewers, and even their armored warhorses were riddled with holes by the powerful impact.

The offensive of nearly 20,000 cavalrymen was immediately slowed down. The Roman Legions peeled away the Persian cavalry's lines layer by layer, like peeling an onion. The sounds of metal clashing, flesh tearing, Spell projectile exploding, and shrill screams filled the air.

However, as the infantry phalanx cut a third of the way into the Persian cavalry, several men in the front ranks, who had been standing firm, were knocked away along with their shields. They were broken and ripped apart in mid-air, their bodies twisted in an exaggerated way as if they had been run over by a tank. The tight formation was also violently broken apart.

In an instant, the Roman Legions suffered heavy casualties. The Persian cavalry that broke through the enemy lines, after their horses fell, quickly got up, drew their scimitars, cut through the dense arrows stuck in their bodies, drew their javelins, and charged forward as if they were unaffected.

Samael and Pompey, who were surveying the entire situation, looked at each other from afar, their eyes fixed on each other, their faces grim.

The Undying Army!

These cavalrymen included a large number of the Undying Army! A preliminary estimate puts them at four to five thousand!

They actually used nearly half of their Undying Army to charge into the enemy lines and intercept them; they're really willing to go all out!

At this moment, in the narrow valley, the classic Roman heavy infantry anti-cavalry formation was gradually pushed back by the Undying Army were willing to suffer casualties. The Roman Legions, which were being impacted and divided, inevitably fell into chaos.

Samael stared at the blood-soaked, tangled battlefield, his brow furrowed in worry.

Three to five thousand Undying Army were naturally no match for forty to fifty thousand Roman Legions; a little thought would be enough to tell them the truth.

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It seems that Darius III's hundreds of thousands of Persian troops are on their way and are closing in from all sides, ready to completely annihilate their Roman Legions.

Tsk, I actually got tricked!

The ancient snake, having figured out the key to this, was immediately struck with a headache and felt quite helpless.

Ultimately, this was not simply a miscalculation, but rather the vast disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, as well as Rome's internal weakness, leaving him with very few cards to play.

This reckless, all-out attack was precisely the kind of wasteful strategy that the Roman Legions couldn't afford to afford.

It seems there were also shrewd and capable individuals within the Persian army.

This is troublesome...

Samael and Pompey met up, and after a brief discussion, they came up with two strategies.

Either be wise and make a tough decision, leaving 10,000 men to intercept the Persian cavalry, while the main force urgently retreats to the Ninth Legion's base to join them.

The reason for choosing this valley area, which is wide in and narrow out, was to facilitate evacuation in case of unforeseen circumstances.

In doing so, it would mean that the 10,000 men had been completely abandoned, which would be a significant blow to both morale and strength.

They could either take a gamble and hope that Darius III could eliminate this 3,000-5,000- Undying Army as bait before he could complete the encirclement and annihilation, and still have the strength to break out of the encirclement.

High risk naturally leads to high reward. If they win, they can break the spine of the Persian Empire's 200,000 to 300,000-strong army, ensuring that the eastern defense line has the strength to fight head-on on the front line.

But if things went wrong, it would mean the complete collapse of the Roman Empire's entire eastern defense line.

However, neither of the two options was entirely satisfactory, regardless of which one was chosen.

This battle was crucial to the rise and fall of the entire Roman Empire. Pompey was somewhat hesitant, glancing at the gods beside him several times, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back.

Samael traced the carved lines on his palm, his fingertips lightly tapping the strings, his shimmering gaze finally settling into a fierce intensity.

Winning means getting a young model from the club, losing means getting a young model from the club.

The outcome is the same anyway, so damn it, I'll gamble!

Having made up his mind, Samael looked up at the stalemate on the battlefield and responded with a sinister grin.

"Since they've delivered themselves right to our doorstep, let's devour them as quickly as possible!"

Upon receiving the divine decree, Pompey decisively adjusted his mindset, cleared his mind of distractions, and focused his calm and sharp eyes on the battlefield before him, precisely issuing orders for changing formations and encirclements to the entire army.

The entire Roman Legions operated like a finely wound-up gear, meshing and pulverizing the Persian vanguard in the valley with perfect precision.

The accompanying priests and Magecraft sensed an ominous atmosphere and spared no effort in providing Magecraft and divine support, causing chaos and bloodshed on the enemy's side.

At this moment, the ancient serpent's gaze swept across the battlefield, looking into the distance.

Under the pressure of several large shields, an Undying Army had his right arm severed and his abdomen ripped open. He immediately raised his left hand, grabbed a deformed javelin, and dragged his protruding intestines as he rammed into it, causing the Roman squad's formation to break apart.

Sizzle!

In an instant, the spear pierced through the gaps in the shields, piercing through both Roman Soldier.

Once the Roman Soldier came to their senses, they swarmed forward, dismembered the Undying Army, and cruelly tore him apart, thus ending this small-scale battle.

Before the squad could celebrate for long, dozens of cavalrymen broke through the inner encirclement and attacked from the side. They swept past, their gleaming blades flashing as heads fell to the ground. The headless corpses spurted blood from their necks and convulsed as they collapsed.

The squad, led by three Undying Army, was struck by dozens of Spell projectile before they could break through the third encirclement. In the midst of the violent explosions, both men and horses were annihilated.

Within the narrow ravine, slaughter was a constant occurrence, with severed limbs scattered everywhere and corpses piled upon each other, the yellowish-brown soil and rocks stained with patches of red.

However, as time passed, fewer and fewer of the Undying Army were able to rise again and fight back, while the Roman Legions, with the cooperation of multiple troop types, maintained their well-organized structure when they attacked in a siege.

Seeing that the number of the Undying Army had been reduced to a thousand, even Pompey, who was usually calm and serious, couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Before the Roman Legions could completely wipe out the remnants of the army, thunderous tremors resounded around the valley, and billowing dust rose into the sky.

The scouts who had been sent out earlier also used Magecraft to quickly relay military intelligence.

To the due east, there are 50,000 Persian troops, with several thousand spellcasters among them!

In the southeast, 60,000 Persian troops have assembled into a well-organized elephant corps!

Upon hearing this, Pompey's heart clenched and his expression froze.

The Persians have come after all...