In the scorching sun, Alexander Severu looked at the vast desert, hoping to see the snow-white salt flats of the Dead Sea as soon as possible. However, his eyes were still full of the monotonous red and yellow color of the Judean Desert, and he could not even see the dark green of a camel thorn.

He is only seventeen years old this year, but he is already the supreme commander of the African Egyptian Legion and stationed in the coastal city of Alexandria for many years. Severus inherited the surname of his grandfather, and the name Alexander was obtained by his grandfather. The purpose of his grandfather who advocated force and power gave him this name was to hope that he would become a famous figure like Alexander the Great in history in the future.

Half a month ago, he received a letter of help from his uncle, the current Roman emperor Caracala, who asked him to lead his troops into Syria to reinforce. Alexander then without hesitation, and drove his troops along the Mediterranean coast towards Beirut. However, when he made an appointment with the Isthmus of Suez, he was attacked by the Bedouin repeatedly.

At first, Alexander thought it was just a ungrateful Bedouin tribe who happened to encounter him by chance, and he made a temporary decision and robbed him randomly. But by the third time, Alexander knew that this would never be accidental, otherwise it would not be so frequent. Although these three attacks were easily repelled by Alexander's legion, it wasted a lot of his marching time. At normal speed, he should have bypassed the Dead Sea and reached the upper reaches of the Jordan River.

At this moment, Alexander, who was anxious to go on a hurry, felt unbearable thirst, took out a kettle from the skin in front of the saddle and tilted his neck and drank it.

Before he could take a few sips, he heard a whoosh in his ears. Then his hand holding the kettle trembled, as if someone had knocked on his kettle with a heavy object and almost lost his hand. Then he realized that it turned out that an arrow was nailing the kettle and shot it into the kettle. The water in the kettle had already flowed out.

Alexander immediately reacted and shouted, "Damn it, the Bedouin people like flies are here again!" The Roman soldiers in the queue had already shouted, and the sound of "enemy attacks" and "arrays" were heard endlessly. A large number of Roman soldiers held their shields and quickly built a shield wall and a defensive formation. The rest of the soldiers gathered one row after another behind the shield. Alexander also jumped down with a trained horse and hid behind the shield wall.

In the distance, hundreds of Bedouin warriors wearing chain mail, waving scimitars, bent bows and arrows rushed towards them, screaming. These Bedouin people were divided into more than ten rows, each row of dozens of riders, some riding war horses, and some riding camels.

Alexander shouted loudly: "Jaberlin preparation! Three wheels!" Nearly a hundred Roman soldiers who had gathered behind the shield wall raised the javelin over their shoulders. The javelins were a little thinner than the barrels of ordinary spear guns and nearly five feet long. In addition to being javelins, they can also be used as spear guns for hand-to-hand combat.

At this time, the dozens of fighting cavalry in the front of the Bedouin people were only more than ten battles away from the front of the Roman army. With Alexander shouting loudly, "Let it go!" Half of the Roman soldiers threw the javelin out fiercely. As the horses were roaring, the dozens of Bedouin war cavalry, except for seven or eight of the cavalry, the rest of the cavalry were either humans or mounts pierced by Roman javelins, and fell down in the sarcasm of the camels. Alexander then called another order, and the second wave of fifty or sixty javelins flew out again, but the target of these javelins was not the remaining Bedouin cavalry of the seven or eight cavalry. But dozens of Bedouin cavalry in the back row.

The Bedouin cavalry in the second row was no different from the first row. However, the seven or eight remaining Bedouin cavalry in the first row were still rushing towards the shield wall of the Roman army. However, three-foot javelin heads were poked between each shield gap in the shield wall. If these cavalry rushed forward, they would naturally knock the Roman soldiers and their shields away, but they would inevitably be injured by the spear gun.

This is a competition of will. Faced with the shining sharp blades, the Bedouin people did not dare to fight with their lives. Less than a battle from the head of the shield wall, they hurriedly tightened the reins and turned the direction of the mount. At this moment, the speed of their mounts was zero compared to that of the Roman soldiers. It was also at this moment that more than ten Roman soldiers suddenly rushed out and stabbed the spear in their hands into their thighs, ribs or hips at extremely fast speed. The Bedouin people then fell off the horse's roar and neighed. More than ten Roman soldiers retreated back at extremely fast speed, and the shield wall was intact in the blink of an eye. At the same time, another wave of javelin flew past the shield wall.

At this time, more Roman soldiers gathered behind the shield wall, and more than a hundred Bedouin people had fallen under the javelin like heavy rain. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Bedouin people in the rear turned around under the leadership of the chief and rushed towards the back of the Roman queue, giving up attacking the head.

Alexander's queue lasted nearly two miles long, and Chief Bedouin's plan was to rely on his speed advantage to just choose the weakest attack.

Sure enough, in the middle and rear sections more than one mile away from Alexander, the Bedouin people finally found an opportunity. The Roman soldiers had no time to gather into a formation. The thin Roman soldiers were soon drilled through the Bedouin cavalry formation, and thirty or forty people were damaged. When these Bedouin were about to repeatedly attack the Romans' queue, a large number of Roman soldiers had arrived at the front and back ends, including hundreds of cavalry units and Egyptian light infantry coming from the rear.

The chief of Bedouin hurriedly shouted: "Retreat!, retreat quickly, don't fight anymore, it will be too late if you don't retreat." Before he finished speaking, he was hit hard in his head and fell from his horse with blood. It turned out that an Egyptian stone-cattering soldier was hit by his head with a stone-cattering rope. His body was then run by several Roman cavalry. The chief's son shouted "Dad!" and was surrounded by several chief of Bedouin's personal bodyguards and fled out.

Alexander quietly waited for the soldiers to clean the battlefield, accommodate the wounded soldiers, and then reorganized the queue and set off again. After walking for a few quarters of an hour, the sunset set in the west again. Alexander sighed and said intimidatingly, "If this continues, I don't know when I will reach the city of Beirut." I don't know if this delay will have a major impact on the war in Beirut. Fortunately, before it became completely dark, Alexander saw the white salt flats and the sparkling water surface of the Dead Sea.

Alexander wanted to march overnight and rushed to Beirut day and night, but after watching the long journeys during the day and fighting one after another, the exhausted soldiers finally ordered the army to camp on the Dead Sea and rest.
Chapter completed!