"Let me go!" Kirkuk roared and slashed down, killing the Macedonian elite in front of him who had distorted due to his own movements.

However, I saw more spears stabbing over the opposite side. There was nothing unnecessary. The Macedonian Legion has always been known for its cooperation, and its old-fashioned and dull combat methods also mean rigid dogma and simplicity.

The movements that had been burned in the body's instincts were easily blocked by this simple straight stab. If there were no personal guards around him to resist desperately, this counterattack alone would be enough to take Kirkuk away.

After all, the battlefield is never a place to rush around alone. Even a top-level general like Lu Bu needs personal guards like the other side to cooperate to fight to get the momentum they deserve.

Straight stab, recycle, straight stab again, don't need to care about other directions or pay attention to long-range attacks. The comrades around you will protect themselves from being killed by the opponent to a distance that the weapon cannot be revolved. The Sixuya archer behind you is enough to compete with any long-range ones.

Sixuya, the world's top archer legion, also has a place.

"Babak, you go first!" Kirkuk felt the bloody light on the ground. He knew very well that this was the secret method of inheritance created by the Rest Empire, but this kind of thing was not important. What was important was that no one could leave after being dragged here.

"Shut up, I'll break the back with you!" Babuck roared and waved his spear to launch a sprint towards the Eighth Augustus Legion, but the other party refused to fear Babuck. As a legion of frontal combat, the Augustus Legion never feared his opponent!

"Spout the spear and suppress it!" Babak also had a tough temper. He still breathed a sigh of relief, suppressing his own soul, and did not bloom. He was waiting, waiting for the last moment to come, either to ascend to the sky in one step, or to be buried under Taixifeng!

"Tu tu tu!" A dull sound, even if the use of the essence of heaven and earth attached, the power of the spear was greatly enhanced, facing Augustus's repeated practice, it failed to create too many results, let alone a break or something.

"Order the Macedonian Legion to shrink and defend, all the Sixuia soldiers were in the strings and shè long bows!" Philippo saw that although the Macedonian Legion had an advantage for a while, it seemed difficult to take down the Milan guards. Although Rome fought hard in other directions, it was indeed difficult to gain the upper hand in the face of desperate rest, so he immediately shouted and ordered.

If you can't open the situation, it means that you will delay time. As the party that has the advantage, if you know that there may be an accident in delaying time, Phillipo made a quick decision and fought for a short period of time to reduce his combat effectiveness, and first abolished the legion that was behind the silence.

After all, although Rome is very strong, it is distributed in four directions. Even if the South Gate is the main legion and is very strong, it cannot be said that it has an absolute advantage compared to Anxi who has made a breakthrough. As for the army from the other three directions, it is rushing over...

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

Accompanied by Phillipo's order, the Macedonian Legion directly turned into a tortoise shell, and completely contracted behind the shield, and a wall was erected in front of the Milan guards.

Kirkuk was stunned for a moment, then decisively opened the spiral force field to the maximum, then raised his shield to defend, but dense rain of arrows covered him. In just five breaths, Xixuya directly wiped a pot of arrows.

Faced with such arrows that were equivalent to strong bows, and under this scale and number of attacks, even if the Milan guards had innate suppression of the arrows with the spiral force field, they were killed a lot on the spot. Because of the subsequent burst of shè attack, they were forced to open several holes on the front line, and the Macedonian Legion seized this flaw and began to counterattack.

The Milan guards, who were already suppressed, were captured by the Macedonian Legion and attacked fiercely, even if they had the will tore open a passage due to the huge gap between the two sides and fell into the semi-encirclement of the Macedonian Legion.

"Kill!" Kirkuk led his personal guards to the front line, hoping to use his courage to set up a counterattack line. As a result, before the attack was even started, he was suppressed by the Macedonian Legion's concentrated legion advantage.

Two shots were shot, and Kirkuk, who had seven arrows, looked at the half-encircled Milan guards beside him and roared and led the remaining dozen guards to launch his last wave of charge towards the Macedonian Legion. However, before rushing to the Macedonian Legion, the steel gun that was killed by Filippo shè directly pierced Kirkuk to the ground.

"The Milan family, Kirkuk is the first." Philippo said coldly, who was still moving slightly. He could still recognize the top nobles who were resting.

Kirkuk, who was penetrated by a steel gun and hung upside down on the gun barrel, clearly felt the loss of his life. The Milan guards were still fighting desperately. The personal guards around him were also struggling to prevent him from falling into the hands of the Romans. But Kirkuk had a very clear feeling, that is, they could not win, at all.

[The gap is too big...] Kirkuk felt the heart beating in his chest. If it were a legion of the Fourth Eagle Flag Legion, he would not have lost so quickly. Unfortunately, there were enemies everywhere on this battlefield, including Roman barbarians and Roman eagle flags, everywhere, and there were more than ten legions of the same level as his Milan guard!

[How desperate...] Kirkuk slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the arrival of death. When he was nailed to the ground by Phillipo with an arrow, he had already given up. He was the one who cut off the latter, and it was not the most suitable one who cut off the latter. He would die, and he knew from the beginning.

"Kircook!" When Barbuck saw that Kirkuk who had been greeted with him before was nailed through with an arrow, he no longer cared about hiding himself and rushed towards Kirkuk, but passed by with an arrow.

So what about the force of breaking the boundary level? In such a battlefield, even a good player in breaking the boundary may die directly because of a hidden arrow.

Babak looked at the arrows in his chest, the bright red blood, and the posture of Kirkuk lying to the sky, for some reason a flame burned in his chest.

Kirkuk, who was almost dark in front of him, opened his eyes hard when he heard the cry and saw the scene of his chest. He didn't know where he had a little strength. He opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't want to speak, but a mouthful of blood gushed out.

I could only raise my hand tremblingly, move, and try to point to the south, signaling Babak to go quickly and don't care about myself.

However, Kirkuk, who had always been proud, could not even raise his hand at this moment. Before he could lift his right hand, a knife light flashed by and Kirkuk's head landed on the ground.

Then the raised fingers fell heavily, but for some reason, Babak fully understood what the other party meant, roared and turned around and led the soldiers to rush forward.

At the same time, the blood-colored luster on the ground suddenly burst out after splashing Kirkuk's last passionate blood and gathered in the direction of Babak.

It was obviously only one percent possible, but it really became a reality at this moment. The remaining more than 3,000 Milan guards seemed to understand something, and roared at the Macedonian Legion and the Eighth Augustus Legion on the other side, desperately buying time for Babak to realize his monarch's last wish and let his comrades rush out.

"Babak, run quickly." The moment the blood-red gloss covered, Kirkuk's voice came from Babak's ears like auditory hallucinations. Then, without waiting for him to speak, he felt a thrust behind him, causing him to leave here.

However, at this moment, Babak stood there like a sculpture. The flame in his heart was burning wildly. At this moment, he no longer needed to understand what he had never understood.

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t understand, I don’t understand, I don’t understand, I have always been looking for, and I have lost my value to him. Now he has only one idea to destroy the Rome in front of him and follow his inner thoughts to destroy the Rome in front of him!

"No matter how you think, you can't understand..." Babak said softly, constantly thinking about the three talents, what is the military soul, and how to be promoted. However, now the flames in his heart have burned everything, why bother to think about [m.] exams, why bother to desire, and to destroy everything in front of him from the anger in his heart.

"Rome, die for me!" Babak's roar spread all over the world, and the guard beside him burst out in anger as if he was infected by that power, directly crossing the last line that Babak had been thinking.

The three-talent decisive battle troops, Babak's personal guard, the third idealist talent, the final manifestation of the rest and unification of the one-talent talent, burning everything that is against the warrior.

It was no longer a simple counteracting talent. Babak's personal guard almost burned at this moment. The injuries on his body, as long as it was not a deadly attack, quickly recovered from the rising flames at this moment. Then, the talent that was originally just burning the talent seemed to be truly burning under Babak's inspiration.
Chapter completed!