When Barcelona personally led the army out, it was the time when the Qin infantry used military crossbows to shoot and kill the few Romans left on the battlefield.

Seeing his soldiers being slaughtered by the Qin soldiers without any resistance, Barcelona's eyes turned red.

He was a powerful general of the Roman Empire and the most trusted person under Augustus. Otherwise, he would not have led his army to advance eastward thousands of miles and attacked the Qin Dynasty.

"Five thousand people are coming out, kill me." Barcelona roared angrily and was about to go into battle himself.

"General Barcelona, ​​take a look first, I'll take someone to kill him." A tall guy with chest hair pulled off his helmet on his head, picked up a giant axe beside him, and walked forward to stop Barcelona.

Barcelona looked at the general, nodded and said, "Kuns, be careful. It is said that these Qin people can do magic."

The tall and thick Queens cracked her mouth that could be put into her fist, revealing a door-board-like slut and said, "Magic is a lie. In the face of absolute power, everything is a joke." As he said that, he raised his arm, clenched his fists slightly, and his muscles burst out instantly, even more than the bodybuilding champion in later generations.

"Okay!" Barcelona patted Quince on the shoulder and said, "This time the archers prepare first, shoot three rounds of volleys, and then Quince charges."

The archers of Rome used longbows, and they were well-trained and neatly formed. Under Barcelona's command, they moved forward immediately.

Wei Huo had long noticed the movements of the Roman army and immediately waved his hand to call Zhao Xin from the rear.

"I heard from His Majesty that this cannon can completely kill the enemies on the other side of the mountain. Can your cannon hit the Roman military camp?" Wei Huo asked.

Although the cannon was fired experimentally at the Imperial Academy of the Qin Dynasty, its real power was not easy to confirm. Now after a war just now, Zhao Xin's confidence in the cannon increased greatly. He slapped his chest and said, "I can fight even the Roman military camps, even the Roman harem."

Wei Huo laughed and punched Zhao Xin in the chest and said, "See, you'll hit the Romans' arrow formation. As for the Roman harem, it's better to keep it for our Young Master Mu. He likes to carry a gun and get on the horse in that kind of place, sweating profusely."

Zhao Xin smiled obscenely. Everyone knows Qin Mu's hobbies, so he likes to ravage married women. Maodun's few little wives were all made big by Qin Mu. Just as he said himself, give him enough women to create a nation.

Zhao Xin did not give the archers of the Roman army too much time.

The Qin artillery once again aimed the cannons at the moving Roman army in the distance.

This time, the infantry of the Qin Dynasty relaxed. Although the formation was not messy, it no longer had the sense of urgency that just now. The cannons were so powerful that these original main combat forces, the infantry, have now become idle people cleaning the battlefield.

"Scall, three rounds, prepare, release!" Zhao Xin's rhythmic voice sounded.

The Qin army's cannon roared again.

Opposite, before the Roman soldiers' arrow formation entered the predetermined position, the Qin army's artillery shells had already fallen. The roar of explosive bombs spread across the crowd.

The Roman archers were in a mess in an instant.

Some people were trampled to death in the chaos, and more were torn apart by the fragments of shells.

A few Roman archers shot the last arrow of their lives at the Qin army camp when they were indescribable.

Unfortunately, after they were torn apart by the shells, all the arrows that had lost their master fell to the open space. They had not yet entered the effective range of the bow and arrow.

Seeing this situation, Koons behind could not resist the fire. He roared, and his body, which was ten or two feet tall, suddenly jumped up. The giant axe wheel in his hand launched a desperate charge towards the Qin camp in mid-air.

Behind him, the Roman soldiers roared wildly.

This battle was so atrocity for the Romans. They needed the leadership of warriors like Koons. As long as they could rush into the Qin army camp, they would have a strong momentum and give the Roman army a spiritual pillar.

"Blow the drums and trumpets for Queens." Barcelona stood on the high platform of the military camp, holding two drumsticks, and pounded the war drums.

The Roman barracks were in full swing, and everyone was cheering for their warrior Queens.

Five thousand Roman soldiers rushed forward, holding javelin spears in their hands, and rushed towards the Qin army formation like a wind tiger.

Looking at the Roman soldiers who were covered in breast hair but were reluctant to wear breastplate, the infantry of Daqin showed sympathy in their eyes. They were very glad that they were from Daqin. If they really faced the terrifying cannon, they would have perished themselves.

"Let it go!" Zhao Xin waved the battle flag in his hand, and the Qin army's artillery formation made another roar.

The shells drew lines of fire in the air and landed on the charge of the Roman army.

The leader's eyes were red. When he saw the shells falling from the sky, he roared, and the giant axe in his hand suddenly smashed towards the shells flying in.

With a "bang", the round shell did not have the triggering explosion device, and it was actually snapped away by him, landed in the Roman army behind, making a dull explosion sound.

Koons' hands were almost dislocated by the huge inertia from the shells. But he still gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Some of the Roman soldiers behind him tried to use shields to block shells, but only Koons could fight against one or two. These ordinary soldiers were either killed by shells or flew with flesh and blood in the sound of shells explosions.

When the second round of shells came, Kuns swung the giant axe again. He believed that he could smash the shells and rushed to the Qin army camp to start a massacre.

But this time he wasn't that lucky.

Just as the giant axe and the shell came into contact, the flying shell actually exploded in front of him.

With the roar, Koons' giant axe flew directly into the air. His upper body was torn apart by shells, and his flesh was blurred. His lower body slammed on the ground, and blood irrigated the land.

"Quns is dead!"

"The Qin people's magic is amazing!"

With such a voice, the Roman soldiers no longer charged stupidly, but retreated like a tide.

The five thousand soldiers led by Koons had lost more than three thousand in this moment, only more than one thousand people. They dragged their scarred bodies back to the Roman camp.

Seeing that Koons was blown up by shells, Wei Huo then put down the spear in his hand. At the same time, the military crossbow in the hands of the Daqin infantry beside him was also put away.

He had long seen Kuns' tall figure and also saw Kuns shoot the first shell. If Kuns could really rush over, he would face the overwhelming military crossbow shooting of the Qin general. Even if he was lucky enough to die, he would be shot through by Wei Huo.

The Qin army won again and its momentum was high. The Qin artillery was proud.

Barcelona lost 10,000 people in two charges, their faces were cold, and they had already ordered Zhong Limei and the other three to tie up before they even left the battlefield.

He believed that the three of them were instigating to attack the Qin Dynasty, which was to let their Roman soldiers die. Such people must be killed.
Chapter completed!