Mythical Version of the Three Kingdoms

"Give it to me!" Kirkuk roared angrily and slashed down, beheading the Macedonian elite who was out of shape due to his own movement in front of him.

But then I saw more spears stabbing from the opposite side. There was nothing superfluous. The Macedonian Legion has always been known for its cooperation, and the old-fashioned and dull combat method also means rigid dogma and simplicity.

The movement already engraved in the body's instincts, combined with this simple straight thrust, easily blocked Kirkuk's movements. If there were no guards around him desperately resisting, just this wave of counterattack would be enough to bring Kirkuk to the ground. Walk.

After all, the battlefield is never a place for a single-handed rampage. Even a top warrior like Lu Bu needs the cooperation of his personal guards, such as being trapped in the battle, in order to fight with the momentum he deserves.

Straight stab, recovery, straight stab again, no need to care about other directions, no need to pay attention to long-range attacks, the comrades around will protect themselves from being killed by the opponent to a distance where the weapon cannot turn, and the Scythian archer behind him is enough to fight Compete with any remote.

The world's top archer army, Scythia also has a place.

"Babak, you go first!" Kirkuk felt the bloody brilliance on the ground. He knew very well that this was a succession secret method created by the Parthian Empire, but this kind of thing is not important, the important thing is to continue to be dragged Here, no one can leave.

"Shut up, it's agreed that I will cut off the queen with you!" Babak roared and brandished his spear and launched a sprint towards the Eighth Augustus Legion, but the other party did not hesitate to force Babaker back. A legion fighting head-on, the Legion of Augustus never fears its opponents!

"Throw a spear to suppress!" Babak is also stubborn, and he is still holding his breath up to now. The reflection of his own soul has not blossomed. He is waiting, waiting for the last moment to come. Under Ctesiphon!

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" There was a muffled sound. Even if the power of the spear-throwing was greatly enhanced by the attachment of the essence of heaven and earth, in the face of Augustus's tried-and-tested movements, he still failed to create too many results. Not to mention breaking a hole or something.

"Order the Macedonian army to retreat and defend, and all the Scythian soldiers to string up and shoot their longbows quickly!" Filippo saw that although the Macedonian army had an advantage for a while, it seemed that it was really difficult to take down the Milan guards. Although Rome also fought hard, it was indeed difficult to gain the upper hand in the face of the desperate Anxi, and immediately roared and ordered.

Being unable to open up the situation means delaying time. As the dominant party, knowing that there may be accidents if delaying time, Filippo made a decisive decision, fighting for a short period of time to reduce the combat power, and first abolished the legion after the rest.

After all, although Rome's strength is very strong, it is distributed in four directions after all. Even if the south gate is the main army, which is very strong, it cannot be said to have an absolute advantage compared to Anxi, who broke through the rampage. As for the other three The army from all directions rushed over...

There is basically no hope for the north. After all, Rome's short legs are famous throughout the history of the world. It is possible to go to the east and west sides, but it is not possible to rush over and attack in a short while.

Following Filippo's order, the Macedonian Legion directly turned into a tortoiseshell state, fully shrunk behind the shield, and densely erected a wall in front of Milan's guards.

Kirkuk was stunned for a moment, then decisively opened the spiral force field to the maximum, and then raised his shield to defend, but the dense rain of arrows covered it, and in just five breaths, Scythia shot a pot of arrows directly. She is empty.

Faced with this kind of arrows that are equivalent to strong bows, and under the blow of this scale and quantity, even the guards of Milan, who rely on the spiral force field to suppress the arrows congenitally, were killed on the spot. It was because of the subsequent burst of shooting that several openings were abruptly opened on the front line, and the Macedonian Army seized this opening and began to counterattack vigorously.

The Milan guards, who were suppressed at first, were forced to open a passage because of the huge gap between the two sides after being attacked by the Macedonian army on the broken vital points of the battle line. Caught in the semi-encirclement of the Macedonian Army.

"Kill!" Kirkuk led his personal guards to the front line, hoping to use his bravery to pull up a counter-attack line, but the Macedonian army concentrated on the superiority of the army before the impact. It was suppressed.

With two shots and seven arrows, Kirkuk looked at the half-surrounded Milan guards and roared, leading the remaining dozen or so guards to launch his last wave of charge towards the Macedonian army, but he had not yet reached Before the Macedonian Legion, the steel gun fired by Filippo directly nailed Kirkuk to the ground.

"Milan family, Kirkuk conferred the head." Filippo, whose bow string was still moving slightly, said coldly, he could still recognize the top nobles in Anxi.

Kirkuk, who was pierced through the chest by the steel gun and hung upside down on the gun shaft, clearly felt the loss of his life. Milan's guards were still desperately rushing to kill, and the guards around him were also fighting hard to avoid falling into the hands of the Romans. However, Kirkuk has a very clear feeling that he cannot win, and he cannot win at all.

[The gap is too big...] Kirkuk felt the weak beating heart in his chest. If it was the Fourth Eagle Banner Legion, he would only have Milan as his guard. He would not lose so quickly. What a pity this battlefield There are enemies everywhere, Roman barbarians, Roman eagle flags, everywhere, and there are more than ten legions at the same level as his Milan guards!

[How hopeless...] Kirkuk slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come. He had already given up when he was nailed to the ground by Philipo. He was the latter, and It's not the most suitable choice for the latter, he will die, he knew it from the beginning.

"Kirkuk!" When Babak saw that Kirkuk, who had greeted him before, was pierced by an arrow, he no longer cared about hiding himself, and rushed towards Kirkuk. , However, an arrow pierced through the chest.

What about the Boundary Breaker level of force, in this kind of battlefield, even a good Boundary Breaker may be directly killed by a hidden arrow.

Babak looked at the arrow in his chest, at the bright red blood, and at Kirkuk's posture lying on his back, and for some reason a flame ignited in his chest.

Kirkuk, who was already almost in the dark, opened his eyes with difficulty when he heard the scream, and saw the scene of piercing his chest. He didn't know where a little strength came from, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't want to. Blood gushes out.

He could only raise his hand tremblingly, moved it, wanted to point to the south, and signaled Babak to hurry up and don't care about himself.

However, Kirkuk, who has always been proud, couldn't even raise his hand at this moment. The right hand that had just been raised, before he could point to the direction, a knife flashed, and Kirkuk's head fell to the ground.

Then the raised finger fell heavily, but for some reason, Babak completely understood the meaning of the other party, roared and turned around and led the soldiers to rush forward.

At the same time, the bloody luster on the ground burst out suddenly after splashing Kirkuk's last hot blood, and converged towards Babak.

It was clearly only a 1% possibility, but at this moment it really became a reality, and the remaining three thousand Milan guards all roared at the Macedonian Legion and the eighth Aogu on the other side as if they had understood something. The Situ army launched an attack, desperately buying time for Babak to fulfill his monarch's last wish, so that his comrades could rush out.

"Babak, run quickly." The moment the blood-red luster covered him, Kirkuk's voice sounded like an auditory hallucination in Babak's ears, and before he could speak, he felt a wave behind him. Thrust, get him out of here.

However, at this moment, Babak stood in place like a sculpture, the flame in his heart was burning wildly, and the things that he hadn't figured out all this time didn't need to be understood by him now.

I don't know, I don't know at all, I don't understand, I don't understand at all, the enlightenment that I have been looking for has lost its value to him, and now he only has one idea, to destroy the Rome in front of him, to destroy the Rome in front of him according to his inner thoughts!

"No matter how you think about it, you can't understand it..." Babak said softly, thinking about the three talents, what is the military soul, and how can he be promoted, but now that the flame in his chest has burned everything, why bother to go? Thinking [m.], why bother to desire, just destroy everything in front of you from the anger in your chest.

"Roma, you die!" Babak's roar spread all over the place, and the guards beside him exploded in anger as if they were infected by that power, directly crossing Babak's body. Think about that last line.

The three talents are the decisive arms, the personal guard of Babak, the third ideal talent, and the final manifestation of the Anxi unification talent, which burns everything of the opponent.

It is no longer a simple counteract talent, Babak's personal guards almost burned at this moment, and the injuries on his body, as long as they were not fatal attacks, quickly recovered in the rising flames at this moment. The talent that burns the talent seems to be really burning under the urging of Babak.

"Come on, let's burn that mortal future!" Babak roared and raised his gun and swept across, carrying Kirkuk's will and roaring towards the south. This kind of flame wrapped around the weapon is not real, But for soldiers with insufficient willpower, it will be more terrifying than real flames, and for Babak, who is about to burn Rome, even dual talents cannot be exempted!