"Apys, you are victorious, the Germans are defeated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

On the blood-filled battlefield, Crassus the Younger, carrying a bloodied iron sword, walked up to Appis, and at their feet, the corpses of hundreds of Germanic warriors, the forest ambush battle, became a positional battle, and the Germanic army was once again defeated in front of the Romans' impregnable defense.

"No, I don't think it's that simple, and from what the centurions have reported, the Suebi did not take part in this battle, and the northern barbarians, whom we have been hearing of before, are rarely seen, almost a few of them. This is not an ordinary occurrence, my friend, and I suspect that the battle here is nothing more than a trap arranged in advance by the Germans, and that the real main force of the barbarians may have already moved south......"

"Are you saying that Labinus will encounter the real main force of the Germanic army?"

Little Crassus's eyes widened, if Apis's guess was not wrong, then the consequences would be fatal, the main force of the legion penetrated deep into the north, if the Roman towns in the south were occupied again, the elite troops of the three Roman legions would most likely be trapped alive in the north, you know, this is Germania, not Spain, not Gaul, here, there is hardly any decent agriculture. Once the new towns of Cologne and Mainz were breached, the Germans would reach Gaul through the three bridges over the Rhine, while Appis's main army was in the north of the Germania, undergoing a long winter.

"It's a possibility. I reckon that by this time, the Germans were already in the city. ”

Appis sighed, worried about what was to come. Who designed such a perfect plan to confuse the Legion together? This became a mystery in the hearts of Appis and little Crassus at this moment. For now, everyone can only pin their hopes on the good news of peace from the Thirteenth Legion, which has left the large army and headed south, hoping that Labinus, a veteran of the legion, can lead the only Thirteenth Legion to resist the pace of the barbarian army.

……

"Sacrifice, oh, shouldn't call you a sacrifice now, tell me, your name. Maybe in the future, you can serve the legions instead of running to Rome and becoming a slave or gladiator. ”

Rabinus was overjoyed by the defeat of the Germans crossing the river on a full moon night, and he was excited to reward the Germanic for his honest answers. Despite the doubts and warnings in his heart, Rabinus still had a hint of doubt and caution, why did the sacrifices to the gods escape, and the Germans would not have noticed and would attack according to the original plan? Didn't the Germans know that this escaped sacrifice knew their plans? Or did the Germanic people believe that this sacrifice would be mercilessly shot by the Romans? Doubts hung in Rabinus' mind, but in any case, the barbarian traitors gave the Roman legions a brilliant victory, killing thousands of Germanic warriors and only one legionnaire being wounded in the river blockade. Labinus wanted to reward the Germanic man, the barbarian "sacrifice" for the victory of the legion.

"Artur, Arturdas. Checkmate. ”

The Germanic prisoners of war fell to their knees and humbly replied. The Marconiman guide on the side relayed and translated his words in order to speak to Rabinus. The barbarian prisoners of war still had their hair untied, their shawls hanging around their necks, and the rag skins on their bodies exuded a foul smell.

"You should call your master, General Rabinus is now your master."

The centurion, who led the barbarians into the tent, reprimanded loudly, apparently he also understood some of the language of the local tribes.

"The host ......"

Subsequently, Ben. Cornish crouched on the ground and whispered respectfully.

"Artur, stay in the Legion, I can still use your place, and in the future, you can trade your loyalty for your freedom, and even extra wealth. Also, in the future, my servants will teach you our language, and you must learn it. ”

Labinus sat down in his office chair and said with satisfaction. The Wizard McConeman continued to translate the conversation between the two honestly.

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"Thousands, thousands of people died in this crossing, my Great Chief. My people shed too much blood to cover that spy of yours. You can guarantee that the Roman officer on the other side of the river will believe the Ben according to your preset plan. Cornish?! ”

Unlike the victorious atmosphere of the Roman military camp, on the north bank of the Weser River, the defeated Germans were depressed, and in the camp, the Norman leader Jonas questioned the chief of the tribe restlessly. The cost of such a storming the river crossing was so great that all the Germanic tribal leaders who participated in the plan actually complained about Burda until the Romans were completely annihilated.

"Jonas, you must know that on the battlefield, no one can guarantee the outcome to you, unless it is a god who comes to earth, and I am not a god, so I cannot give you any guarantees. But I must tell you that the Romans were not easily defeated, the hunters used their own children as bait when hunting wolves, and I saw the blood of the warriors of those tribes, and I can tell you that their sacrifice was not meaningless, and in a week we will honor our people with the blood of the Romans. ”

In the face of the complaints and grumblings of Jonas and a group of tribal elders, the Grand Chief of the Suebi Purda replied in a solemn and dull manner. Compared to those present, the young Great Chief was under tremendous pressure, and if the Romans were not fooled in the next battle, then the position of the Great Chief of the Burda tribe was very likely to be challenged and threatened, and the consequences of losing the position of Great Chief in such an undignified way would be terrible, and there was a possibility of retaliation by the tribesmen. However, the leader can lead the tribe and will eventually have its own unique charm and strength.

Burda's psychological defense line is like a great wall of ice and snow that will not fall, and in the face of public opinion, he sticks to his plan and stands tall.

"Then tell me about the next arrangement. I'd like to see how you got us out of here and sacked the Roman towns, Great Chief. Go to victory. ”

Jonas said dissatisfied.

"The frost wolves of the north are coming, and in three days it will be a sea of fog, and the thick fog will cover everything on the river, and at that time, our boats crossing the river will also be able to cover it."

Burda said, looking up at the hollow skylight above the hut, where the last clear canopy of late autumn was quietly fading. The wizard's words convinced him, and at the same time, it was what Burda had learned over the years with his father, and the weather was sometimes predictable.

"You want to smuggle this river under the cover of fog?"

Jonas shouted.

"No, on the contrary, I'm going to quietly evacuate here that day. Leave the boats to cross the river and confuse the Romans on the other side. ”

Burda replied calmly.