"Fight, soldiers, rise up and fight!"

The Celtic chariots rampaged through the crowd, no matter how much Apis shouted, no one responded to the centurion's orders, and on the bloody battlefield, the Roman soldiers were already frightened by the terrifying lethality of the chariots, and they only cared about the frenzied flight, and there were almost no soldiers around Apis who dared to fight. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In desperation, Apis had no choice but to fight against the car ...... alone

Surrounded by a brutal battlefield full of blood and mist, and in front of a group of fleeing legionnaires, Apis picked up a scattered throwing spear on the ground, and for a moment, Apis felt that such a scene was so tragic at this moment, like a wounded bull alone against a pack of lions, protecting his companions from retreating.

Maybe his journey through time is over today, Octavia, Caesar, Octavian, maybe they are about to become unique figures in history again, Appis sighed, clenched his spear......

At the tragic moment, Apis saw not far away, the drummer of the third brigade, the Gutierrez, was still beating the war drums hard, and he was still holding on to the spot. Appis smiled at him, then ran toward an approaching Celtic chariot in front of him.

Feeling the breath of the wind, the roar of the chariot, the sharp chariot axle knife reflecting the terrible cold light in the sun, Appis ran faster and faster, everything was like a movie camera moving at high speed, recalling the days when he had become a gladiator since he crossed over, the days when he became a legionary infantry, the days when he became a scout cavalryman, the days when he was alone in the forest to hide from the barbarians, everything was recalled at high speed in these short seconds, until he could see the faces of the two Britons on the chariot clearly, and at this time, The Roman heavy javelin also sped out of his hand and flew towards the chariot at high speed......

In the next second, Pierus's heavy javelin pierced the Briton in the chariot at an excellent angle, the Celtic chariot lost control, and the two horses ran apart, and the chariot disintegrated and fell apart in fragments before charging towards Appis, and one of the largest planks flew just towards Appis, who was standing on the ground.

Appis subconsciously closed his eyes and used his hands to block the churning plank from rushing towards him, but this was only an instinctive reaction, because human strength could not stop such a violent impact.

However, when Apis thought he had decided to die this time, the splash of wood grazed the top of his head, and life and death hung by a thread, and once again, Apis felt that he was so close to death. As long as the plank was a little lower, his entire head could be slashed off.

After the chariot disintegrated, the two horses began to flee frantically.

However, on the battlefield, not only this chariot, the entire grassland, at the moment is still full of flesh and blood, the Roman legionary infantry was brutally crushed, as far as the eye could see, almost all blood and stumps and broken arms, Appis roughly estimated that the entire battlefield, at least a thousand Roman infantry were brutally slaughtered.

The chariots of Britain were like deadly beasts, rampage. Despite the fact that several chariots disintegrated and lost control in the spear throwing of Roman soldiers, most of the legionnaires did not dare to fight against such high-speed moving killing machines.

One second, your limbs are still intact, the next second, the chariot passes by, and your limbs may be bloody and blurry. This is the horror of the chariot, which causes far more psychological fear to the soldiers than its true lethality.

After Apis killed a British chariot, he began to gather a large group of soldiers who were still fighting at a high speed, although there were only a few people around him who had not fled, but these people, once they cooperated, were enough to deal with several high-speed chariots.

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The British chariots in the center were slaughtering the Roman legionnaires, and the cavalry led by Antony and Lepida on the flanks had successfully bypassed the flanks of the battlefield and rushed towards the positions of the British Alliance. This was Caesar's temporary adjustment, since the Britons had sent most of their own chariots, if not all, it meant that their flanks were empty, and these barbarian infantry were no match for the elite Roman cavalry and Gallic cavalry at all, using the deterrent effect of cavalry on scattered infantry, to crush the large rear of the barbarian coalition army in one fell swoop, leaving the chariot team isolated and stuck in the midfield. And then counter-kill the chariot. This was Caesar's tactical adjustment.

In just a few minutes, the legionary cavalry and the Gallic cavalry had arrived at the rear command position of the British tribal alliance, where the leader of the British tribal alliance, Ruhrbara, was sitting in his chieftain's chariot, watching the battle ahead, and the sudden appearance of Roman cavalry alarmed the tribal chieftain.

And it wasn't just him who panicked, everyone around him began to lose his composure, they clenched their spears and hatches, roared, and struck their shields with their weapons. However, when the Roman legionary cavalry and Gallic cavalry really rushed up, the British infantry, who had just been screaming and preparing for battle, all collapsed and fled.

The scene was one-sided, with the Gallic cavalry wildly chasing down the British deserters, while the Roman cavalry searched the crowd for the leader and commander of the British army.

In order to conceal himself, the leader of the British Tribal Alliance, Ruhrbara, even jumped out of the chariot and fled with the large army, blending in with the crowd.

However, the Roman cavalry quickly spotted the fleeing chieftain, for his costume was so distinctive, luxurious full-body chain mail that reflected a dazzling silver-white glow in the sunlight, and surrounded him by shirtless barbarian soldiers, whose weapons and equipment were so rudimentary, that they were a short spear only half a man high. Their commander seemed so out of place in the crowd as he did with his surroundings.

Around Rulbala, there were more than a dozen noble warriors of the tribe, but at this moment, they were only concerned about fleeing for their lives.

On the battlefield of the plains, there was a strange scene, the British's chariots were on the front line, scattering the Roman phalanx, slaughtering the Roman legionnels, and on the other side of the battlefield, the Roman cavalry was equally unstoppable slaughtering the infantry of the British Alliance......

The elite cavalry led by Lebida slaughtered into the barbarian crowd, and the distance from Urbara was so close that the barbarian leader fled frantically for his life, but still could not escape the close pursuit of the Roman cavalry.

Looking at the rout of the army, Rolbara even angrily questioned that if they all turned around and fought a decisive battle with the Roman cavalry troops, then it would be the Roman cavalry who would be defeated, however, the improvised army of this group of tribes was so vulnerable that their rout was like a great migration of cattle in the steppe, slaughtered by the Roman cavalry and their Gallic allies.

Lepida bravely led his cavalry guards to rush forward, Rolbara turned angrily, threw the spear in his hand, and the next second, the spear of the barbarian chief accurately hit one of the guards next to the cavalry captain, and the Roman cavalry was pierced through the head by the spear in a muffled sound, and the whole person flew out of the war horse with his back facing the sky......

The horrific and bloody scene did not stop Lepida from pursuing the barbarian leader, and when he finally swept towards Rolbara with his legionary dagger, the brave barbarian leader finally failed to take care of his defenses, and his entire arm was cut off alive and flew out of the air. The leader of the British tribe threw himself on the grass in full view of everyone, but the bloody hunt was not over. After cutting off Rolbara's arm, Lebida dismounted and grabbed the head of the barbarian leader, and in the next second, the sharp Roman short sword slit the barbarian leader's throat.

Thick blood spurted out, and Lepida then cut off the entire head of Urbara with his short sword, and then picked up the bloody head with his short sword, pointing his sword into the air. All the cavalry of the Legion immediately cheered feverishly......