After a thousand miles of collapse, the aborigines fled without fighting at all, and the Saxons' defense line was instantly vacant.

A tribe consisted of only a few hundred warriors, plus equally fierce women and children who were just able to take up arms, and there were only a thousand men, and the temporary army of the natives was broken, and they had to fight hard. With such a large Roman soldier, mostly of Germanic descent, they had no advantage in size or strength.

I don't know how Father Jankaro and the monks used to make the whole army crazy before the war. The pattern of their attack is not at all like a platoon attack in a normal battle, on the contrary, they are now behaving more like beasts, or a group of hungry people, and the Saxons in front of them are bread that will resist, and still cannot withstand the charge of the mad soldiers.

Although the Saxon soldiers were contemptuously called barbarians by the Romans, they also realized the importance of cooperation in battle, so they learned to form formations, that is, a group of men gathered together to form a shield wall, which they tried in vain to defend themselves against the Romans' onslaught.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The seemingly rudimentary "" was instantly smashed by the "waves", and at the moment when the two sides collided, the first column of soldiers and the Saxons exchanged scolding, and the second column of Roman soldiers jumped up on the shoulders in front of them, and fell into the Saxon shield wall as a stone.

There was no way to stop such an attack, at least for the Saxons, who were far from manpowered, and in order to preserve their strength, they did not rush out, but delusionally relied on these aborigines to resist the Roman army and delay for themselves for a while.

Who would have thought that the army formed by the aborigines would scatter in a hurry, and they continued to resist, but they were soon drowned in the torrent of the Roman army.

"You are weak and vulnerable to us." Lugar was now on the high ground outside the city, and he stood with his hands behind his back, watching the battlefield below. The Saxon messenger who had been tied up by him was slightly mocking in his tone, taunting the barbarian he had cleaned up. "I still advise you to think carefully about my reasons and accept my reasons, so that you can also protect your people from being cut off by us!"

"You, you, fail, fail, you will fail!"

The Saxon messenger, desperately trying to say such a difficult word, glared at Luga with fire in his eyes. As he spoke, a bunch of Saxon words popped out of his mouth. Although Lujia didn't understand, he could understand what he meant, he was cursing Luga, wanting Lujia to swallow the bitter fruit of defeat himself.

"Yes, yes!" In front of this Saxon messenger, although Luga couldn't understand his words, Lujia nodded again and again, kept saying yes, with a relaxed face, and said to the Saxon soldier unhurriedly: "Dog, isn't it the dog you raised!" At this, Luga couldn't help laughing, and then said to him, "I have been well prepared for your wild dogs. ”

At the same time that the Roman soldier slashed the last of the Saxons to death with his sword, the road in front of him was empty and quietly eerie.

"Stop, stop."

The centurions of the front beckoned their soldiers to stop, they looked at the deserted street, and by order of Luga, they had to stop.

"Vanguard Army! Vanguard Army! ”

The centurions shouted behind them, and out of the Roman army came a group of people wrapped in thick sheepskin in their left hands and short swords in their right hands, and they slowly advanced along the street in a dense array.

"Look, look." Luga grabbed the Saxon messenger by the rope behind him and lifted him up, then pointed to Camlo Dulum in front of him and said to the Saxon messenger: "Keep your eyes open and watch and see how we clean up your mastiffs." ”

As the vanguard soldiers marched slowly, and as they reached a certain position and approached the center of the town, a large number of black-pressed mastiffs roared and swooped down the streets.

"Prepare for war! Prepare for battle! ”

The first column of soldiers in the vanguard held short swords and raised their left hand forward, and the mastiffs were trained not to pounce on the enemy and bite the neck, but to pounce on the person and bite indiscriminately.

It just so happened that the vanguard soldier's left hand was wrapped in heavy leather, which was able to withstand the sharp teeth of the swarthy mastiffs. Although the mastiff's powerful pounce could knock a strong soldier down, their sharp teeth would not let go when they bit into the heavy leather, so that the vanguard soldier who fell to the ground could swing his short sword and stab the mastiff in the neck.

This method seems simple, but it requires great courage on the part of the attacker, and the soldiers of the vanguard scuffle with the mastiffs, and the scene was chaotic for a while, and the infantry in the rear were not idle, they marched forward, raised their spears, and kept advancing, and kept rising, and stabbing and stabbing again, so that more and more mastiffs fell in pools of blood, until at last there was little left of the mastiff wailing and trying to flee back, but what he got was a burst of pike darts covered like raindrops.

Although the Saxons chose to defend to the death, they were not good defenders, as can be seen from the vacant houses that the Roman army passed by, and they did not know that they used these houses as cover, and the Romans, who were unprepared along the way, were of course determined to die. But instead of doing so, they gathered the last of their forces and fortified them on the high ground in the center of the city.

The Romans were not in a hurry to attack, but surrounded them on the orders of the centurions of the front. This highland fortress is also made of wood, which is much better than the outer wooden walls, at least the mud behind the wood makes the fortress look much stronger.

Now the Saxon messenger wilted, and in his opinion, the release of the proud mastiff of his tribe should have frightened the Roman soldiers to collapse, and made countless Roman soldiers become food for his comrades, but it backfired, and their mastiffs were slaughtered with little left, and in the end they were left alone.

"I'm afraid I've let you down, poor barbarian." Luga said, straightening his wolfskin shawl, and then said to the Saxon messenger at present: "You are too weak to become the meat of the mouth of the strong, and of course I am the strong." ”

With that, Luga strode towards the city of Camlo Dulum, and the soldiers pressed the Saxon messenger to follow closely.

In the city, to Luga's great surprise, the aborigines, who had fled at the touch of a button, were armed with sticks and all kinds of farm tools that could barely be called weapons, and they were now not far from the Roman army, their eyes glaring, and their expressions looked very determined.

"What's going on?" Luga asked the soldiers beside him to the natives.

"They expressed their desire to join us in the assault on this last fortress, to share with us the victory, with the heads of the Saxons." The centurion who was closest to Luga, and the most vocal of the cadres, explained to Luga.

"Then this is easy to do!" Luga nodded and shouted to the natives with their arms bared and their chests exposed, "Welcome, my faithful ally! ”