The sound of trumpets and whistles suddenly sounded. At several slopes at the exit of Rabinus camp on the side of the 15th Legion, a large number of soldiers holding Spanish shields appeared, as well as various barbarian flags - bulls, swallows, pegasus, wheels, etc., and began to line up along the gentle slope composed of sand and gravel, forming a wide horizontal line, running towards the 15th Legion. △￠

"I can't confirm how many brigades of the enemy are, generals. The dust is too big, and their team logos are different from those of the Roman legion, and they cannot be identified." Several scouts standing beside General Seerha said hurriedly. At this time, whether from the enemy formation opposite or from the camp of the Seragis legion itself, messy drum beats, forks and horns sounded, which made Seerha feel upset. "Don't worry about that many, all soldiers, follow the original combat plan!"

In the sound of the "Dudududududu" trumpet, the double columns of the 15th Legion instantly turned north and south and stood in a standing position, forming a double-sided line of battles. In the middle, all the pack horses and camels were skillfully lying down in the scolding of the military slaves. "Bowmen, excellent archers from Nubia, Medejie, your arrows can shoot through the sun and the moon, and hit the wings of flies on the Nile River. What else can you be afraid of? Is this desert any different from those we have had in small lives?" In the rolling sandstorms, many dark-skinned centurions with bone whistles hanging around their necks loudly encouraged the archers who commanded the legion in local dialect, asking them to rush to the front of their own array as soon as possible.

The golden fly's flags were erected one by one, and they were quickly tilting the "**" formation towards the archers in the enemy camp. After setting the bowstrings, they all stepped forward together and tilted all the arrows out in a wave of lightning towards the Spanish Allied Legion of Rabinus.

The cluster of arrows that fell diagonally hit the shield of the Spanish soldiers, making hail-like sounds. Many people covered their blood-flowing necks and heels, knelt on their knees and finally fell to the ground. But the subsequent men and horses were still brave, crossing the bodies of injured or dead companions in front, and exerting the advantage of lightweight. Under the cover of the flanking partner cavalry, they took advantage of the short time when the 15th Legion re-drawn their bows and arrows, and rushed forward.

At this time, on the front south of the 15th Legion, Tagus led the chief brigade of the Yamahara Legion and passed through friendly forces without any care. The other brigades also held flags and acted as usual, "Don't stop, our goal is to go to Waga City, just leave it to those dark-skinned guys." Commander Karenus and all the centurions sweated like rain. Holding shields and fighting swords, they were running on foot. The slaves of the 15th Legion followed the army ran out of the queue with pointed water jugs, and inserted them all into the sand and fixed them. When each soldier of the 12th Legion passed, he would use a long spoon to scoop up the water inside and replenish them into his newly equipped skin.

When the columns of the 12th Legion all passed the position of the 15th Legion and approached the city of Vaga, nearly a day had passed. Seerha's light archers and infantry cooperated alternately and repelled several short charges from the Spanish "barbarian army". At the distance of the arrows in front of the formation, the corpses of enemy troops were mixed with reeds and feathers on the tails of the arrows, just like a river mixed with flesh and blood in the desert.

At the same time, Parumma's cavalry army also arrived at a tributary of the churning mud and exposed riverbed. The front was full of neat infantry footprints, which were about to be covered by increasingly large dust and smoke, indicating that the two legions in front had just marching past.

The whole body of the men and horses was covered with layers of sweat. There was no time to wipe the front, leaving white salt stains. "There is a half-Romali in the area ahead, and it is here to keep a surveillance and rest." The little pigeon Paruma seemed to be indifferent to the fierce battle of the 15th Legion ahead. Soon, the Germanic Weaver Cavalry, who were originally the defender, ran to the front of the team, dispersed in groups of three or two, acting as scouts, and the rest of the cavalry dismounted, squatted in the shadow of the mounts and camels, and began to drink water and eat.

The 12th Legion's forward line was advancing very quickly. When it was less than three miles away from Vaga City, the pioneer Tagus ordered the flag-holder to raise the mountain falcon flag. The soldiers in front and behind stopped one after another, skillfully took the weapons, and arranged the formation of the battle according to the subordinates of the ten brigades.

Between their places and the city of Waga, there were rare valleys, forests and steep streams and rocks. This was the most pleasant sight they had seen after crossing nearly ten Romans, with their visions full of vast sand. But a legion of Rabinus also spread throughout the region along these terrain, which was the most fundamental reason why Rabinus asked everyone to stop.

"If you want to rescue Vaga City, do you have to break through the interception of these people?" Karenus, who was behind, also rushed over, then waved his hand and said to the messenger, "Go and ask if the 15th Legion over there, have you repelled the enemy? If not, then the Balantiya Mountain Falcon Banner will enter the city first!"

Then, without delay, Karenus asked all the legions to line up into three wings on the left, center and right, first squat down to eat and enter water, and after recovering his strength, he pressed towards the Rabinus Legion line in the valley. Karenus personally led a wing of cavalry to press the formation behind him. He said to the chief centurion Tagus, "This time I will give it to me to command, you have another task." As he said that, he pointed to a large shrub under the hillside of the left wing. Tagus understood it, "Let me leave it to me."

In the array of the 12th Legion, Tagus led the chief brigade to line up behind all the brigades, looking like they were a reserve team. The 600 cavalrymen of the legion were mixed together. As a result, after a military call, they suddenly raised the team mark and accelerated the speed in a short time in the direction of the left wing. The infantry and cavalry shouted and swept the bushes there without any advance.

Sure enough, there were hundreds of Mauritanian light cavalry lurking in it. They originally existed as ambushers, but now they were attacked by Tagus. Many people were pierced by the javelins that had been thrown by flying javelins, or their heads and shoulders were cut off by the long swords of the cavalry of the twelfth legion. Their mounts neighed and ran out of the bushes in defeat and horror. Before they understood what was going on, they all fell into the ambush in less than a quarter of the time in the daytime, with blood and limbs rolling around under the horse's hooves.
Chapter completed!