Looking at the swelling dust ahead and listening to the sound of horse hooves approaching, Cappus' heart was also beating violently, because he knew that the key to the victory or defeat of both sides was the spear team he led. Victory would destroy the greatest advantage of the Syracuse people and open the door to victory for the entire army's attack; defeat would probably make the enemy's already powerful right wing, with the help of cavalry, even more wings, and the entire army would be in trouble.

Capps felt a great responsibility, but there was no time to allow him to be nervous and uneasy at this time. His cavalry had already entered his sight...

"Raising the spear!!" He roared to vent his fear in his heart.

"Raising the spear!" the team officials shouted in trembling voices.

"Advance will lead to life, and retreat will lead to death!! Those who advance will lead to life, and those who retreat will lead to death!!!..." Tapirus, as the company leader, heard a neat shout from the rear. He and the soldiers beside him knew that they were arranged behind the spear brigade and drawn two thousand light-armored soldiers from each legion. They not only prevented the enemy cavalry from chasing the spear brigade, but also played the role of the last line of defense, but also had the power to kill the spear brigade who escaped. During the drills in the past few days, King Davers had already reminded all the soldiers of the spear brigade very seriously.

But even though there were threats and reminders from light armored soldiers behind him, Tapirus and his teammates still trembled with their hands holding spears. Although the Dionian cavalry had been used as enemy cavalry charges many times in advance to make these recruits adapt, it was an exercise after all, and rarely killed people. Now it is a real battlefield, and the huge momentum created by thousands of enemy cavalry is much more terrifying than when they were trained.

The body of each spearman trembled with the trembling of the earth, causing the spears raised to sway continuously, colliding with each other and making a "screw" sound...

At this moment, a neat shout came from behind him again: "For the right of citizenship!!! For the land!!! Become the hero who saved Dionia!!!..."

The shouts passed through the noisy battlefield, drilled into the hearts of each spearmen, and aroused the greatest desire in their hearts. The power generated by this desire gradually made their teeth no longer fight, their tongues no longer tremble, and they could shout with the light armored soldiers. Every time they shouted, their volume increased a few points, and their hands holding the spear became more and more powerful. When their shouts turned into a roar, almost overshadowing the sound of horse hooves, spears had firmly pointed to the direction of the coming enemy.

At this time, Capps was in a state of mind. While secretly applauding the spiritual victory method taught by His Majesty Davers was indeed useful, he was paying close attention to the situation ahead.

Nearly two thousand Dionian cavalry had to withdraw completely from both sides, and it would take time to free up the battlefield one mile ahead for the spear brigade, but Cappus knew that he did not have the time to wait, and the enemy would probably retreat or bypass the front after discovering an abnormality in front, so he could not wait for his cavalry to withdraw completely before taking action.

"Occurrence!" He waved his arm resolutely.

The entire spear brigade had to face it and carry the galloping enemy cavalry head-on, instead of staying still like the Battle of the Trionto River. This is what Capps was most worried about.

This is also what Rides is worried about. He is afraid that his cavalry will directly hit his own spear formation due to nervousness or not moving quickly enough, causing unnecessary losses.

"Go forward!" Tapirus, as the company captain, still trembled slightly when reminding his soldiers like other team officials.

The soldiers were still shouting slogans that made them excited, and began to move forward steadily in small steps. The soldiers in the back of the soldiers approached the backs of the soldiers in the front, one by one, and their spears extended from the right shoulders of the soldiers in the front. From the side, the spears of the 15 soldiers in the row formed a continuous "spike wall" with a small inclination from front to back.

Although the "spear wall" that shines with cold light and makes people feel thrilling, it still remains tight, although it has begun to become curved due to the acceleration of the forward movement speed. This tightness makes every soldier in the formation become more and more calm because he feels collective strength. At the same time, this tightness makes every soldier unable to escape the battlefield even if he is afraid, and he cannot even turn around. The only thing he can do is to move forward! Keep moving forward! Until the enemy is stabbed!

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The spirit of the human spirit is easily excited when riding a horse and galloping forward, especially these fierce Celtic cavalry. They were ready to fight with the soon-to-be-rushing enemy, but they did not expect the enemy to turn around and escape. Many people were so angry that they screamed. They repeatedly urged the war horses, snatched them from the horses, stripped them of their beautiful armor, took away their war horses, and cut off their heads. Even when the mercenary cavalry on the far left passed by with the reinforcements of Crotone-Trina, a few too excited alien cavalry went forward to attack and throw javelins, and were repelled by the Dionian light infantry who arrived later.

The Celtic cavalry in the front were getting closer and closer to the enemy, and many Celtics had drawn their long swords. At this moment, a faint neat shout came from the front of the dust and mist, which shocked them: Are there enemies in front of them ambushing?!

Just when they were a little surprised, the enemy cavalry in front suddenly turned to the side, causing some cavalry to continue chasing, while others began to slow down the speed of the galloping horses. The cavalry in the rear was shrouded by the excited shouts of their companions and the sound of horse hooves, and they had not noticed the strangeness ahead.

Tapirus, located in the middle of the middle road of the spear formation, could already see the enemy cavalry in front of them: some of them had disheveled hair, some of them wore pointed leather helmets, dark striped cloth clothes, waving a big sword in their hands, and making strange screams of "wow..." in their mouths, driving tall horses to rush towards them...

"Blessed by Hades!" Tapirus couldn't help but pray to the Pope, which caused the soldiers around him to shout. Some soldiers even closed their eyes in fear, but their hands instinctively pulled the spear tighter. This was a weapon that could protect him and give him psychological comfort in this terrible and inescapable battlefield.

They fear, and the enemy is equally scared.

When the enemy cavalry was found turning, some of the Celtic cavalry kept up in time, while others were still trying to slow down the horses. On the empty battlefield ahead, a shadowy "human wall" suddenly appeared in the dust fog. The war horses rushing forward made them see clearly quickly: it was not a "human wall", but a "spear wall"!

The long pointed spears stretched towards them, not only making them feel creepy, but the war horses under their crotch kept neighing, but the inertia still made the Celtics crash into the crowd and the horses...

Suddenly, the man screamed, the horse was neighing, the blood splattered, and the spear broke...

Fortunately for the spearmen, the dense spear wall formed by the four-meter-long spear was stabbed and injured by the enemy cavalry. Because they heard the shouts of the spear team in advance, most of the Celtic cavalry were already consciously slowing down, and the length of the spear also made the power transmitted to the soldiers weaken after the cavalry hit. Therefore, most of the forefront soldiers rely on the support of the soldiers in the rear to offset the momentum, and only a few staggered back with the soldiers in the rear. Therefore, the Celtic cavalry crashed into the spear square formation, which caused some chaos in the array, but did not break the formation.

Of course, if the subsequent cavalry continues to attack, the dionia's spear phalanx will inevitably be broken into the gap and lead to the soldiers' retreat. However, this era has not yet been specially trained to rush forward to the heavy cavalry that is used to rush forward to the dense infantry phalanx. Even the fierce Celtic cavalry only dares to attack the side and rear of the infantry phalanx or rely on horsepower and speed to attack the loose light infantry team. They will not be so stupid that they use their lives to rush to the front of the heavy infantry phalanx, not to mention the terrifying spear phalanx in front of them, even if people dare to do horses, they will definitely jump and scream, throw the cavalry off, and then turn around and run away.

After the Celtics discovered something strange in front of them, they hurriedly snatched the horses running wildly, and the reins suddenly tightened, making the horses feel extremely uncomfortable. Some of them fell into mania and threw their owner off the horse; and a few of them fell forward because of their sudden pressure and lack of oxygen. The rider was thrown towards the approaching spear wall due to inertia, and pierced through the body by the sharp spear tip...

The leader Gaba and many Celtics finally stopped the war horses rushing forward. At this moment, Gaba no longer cared about his tragic death. Looking at the dense spear wall approaching ahead, he shouted in panic: "Retreat! Retreat!..."

He didn't need to shout at all. Every surviving Celtic cavalry wanted to have wings under his ribs and immediately flew away from the terrifying spear formation that was approaching quickly. But just as they pulled back, the second wave of attack - the Numibian cavalry - arrived and found the Celtic cavalry turning around in the dust. It would be so easy to stop nearly two thousand running horses immediately and make tactical moves of avoidance.

For a moment, the cavalry exclaimed, the war horses neighed, and the two sides collided...

Some riders fell off their horses, and before they could get up, they were trampled by countless horse hooves, and they died without even screaming. Some people and horses were rushing and retreating forward, directly hitting the wall of spears that were advancing forward...

The Numibian cavalry and Celtic cavalry were mixed up, and the horses stopped like they were trapped in mud. The riders who realized the danger wanted to escape from this completely chaotic battlefield immediately, but the cavalry entangled and squeezed each other, and there was no extra space for the horses to activate. Obviously, it was impossible to rectify order and allow the cavalry to retreat smoothly in a very short period of time.
Chapter completed!