A week later, the Apis Legion, which had absorbed the cavalry of the Makoniman tribe, advanced deep into the Black Forest on the Rhine, and without the support of the neighboring tribes, the German-Friesian tribe was forced to the river, where the icy waters of late autumn held the large tribe back. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the front, the mighty Roman legions, and in the rear, the rushing and icy river, in desperation, the elders of the Friesian tribe held the last meeting of all the elders in the camp. Many of the older and more experienced Frith elders looked sad and sad.

"We cannot surrender, the Romans have no credibility to speak of, and surrendering to the Romans will only lead to the enslavement of the whole race!"

At the meeting, the patriarch's younger brother, Doles, stood up to speak, his muscles and scars suggesting that he had fought the beasts. He had also fought with countless Roman soldiers, but his speech would have been supported and approved by other tribal leaders and elders in peacetime, but now, the Friesian tribe has almost reached the point of exhaustion, and even the patriarch Darman Tulus himself does not have the courage and confidence to fight. They were devastated by the betrayal of the Makonians.

"But we have no choice, Doles, fighting will only bring our race to extinction. You have witnessed how the Romans treated the tribes that resisted him. If the Makoniman tribe had not defected, we would have had a glimmer of hope for a showdown with the Romans, but for now, we have no hope. You know, even the Suebi people have fled into the forest, and we are even more powerless to fight the Roman legions alone. ”

One of the elders of the tribe sat in place and said sadly, and his words quickly resonated with most of the elders, and today, it was as if they were not here to discuss battle or surrender, but how to get the Romans to accept their surrender. You know, this is not the same as the surrender of the Makonians to the Romans, the Friesian tribe only defected to the Romans after the other tribes surrendered to Rome, so Rome did not necessarily accept it, and legend has it that Apis was a very tough man. That's what the Friesian elders are concerned about at today's meeting.

It's just that at the meeting, a small number of tribal warriors with high prestige still insisted on fighting the Roman legions to the end.

"If you surrender, you will only suffer the fate of being enslaved, and if you continue to fight, there may be a glimmer of hope for survival. The warriors of the tribe should die a glorious death, not humbly accept the fate of being enslaved. ”

In the face of the tribal elder's cowardly statement, the clan leader's younger brother Doles spoke out against it. The skulls around the waist made a crisp thumping sound as they collided with each other. He is like a black bear standing in the middle of a group of cowardly humans.

"Maybe we can cut down trees to build a boat and cross this river."

An erect, older Elder Friess slowly stood up and spoke.

"We don't have time, Kodilic, the Roman legions have entered this forest, and the cavalry of the Maconimans is leading these Romans to our territory. It takes a maximum of two days to find us, while shipbuilding takes at least a week. ”

Patriarch Darman Tulus retorted.

And while the tribe was arguing, a tribal guard scurried into the tent of the meeting.

"What are you doing?! Don't you know that the elders are in a meeting? ”

Darmanturus yelled at the warrior.

"Chief, it's a Roman...... The Romans are surrounding us......"

The guard spoke in fits and starts, apparently frightened by the sudden situation, and the Roman legions ...... Now for the Phries, who are on the verge of despair, it is undoubtedly a nightmare, death, and they will come with death and enslavement, this is the impression that the tribesmen have of the Roman legions now. It is no wonder that the soldiers were almost paralyzed by fright at the sight of the Roman legions.

"Oh no! They shouldn't be so fast! ”

"We must compromise and surrender, Chief, make a decision!"

The news of the sudden appearance of the Roman legions caused a mess among the elders present, and some of them even sat in their places and shivered, their faces contorted with fear. The pores on his body trembled and enlarged, as if a demon was coming. And the Roman legions were demons to them.

"You humilly wait here for the forgiveness of the Romans, I will take my people and rush out to fight these little dwarfs to the death, and those who are willing to rush out with me will come out now!"

The chief's brother, Doles, said, picking up his thick tomahawk and yelling. Immediately, more than a dozen young nobles of the tribe who were strong and strong, followed by Doles, who was as strong as an ox, and rushed out of the big tent.

And what awaited them was the endless fortifications of the Roman legions. Instead of ordering the legion to make a full-scale attack, Abbis used civil engineering to surround the entire Friesian tribe. Trenches were dug on three sides, fences were erected, and all the outlets of the Fries' tribe were blocked, leaving the Fries' only way to retreat, crossing the great river behind their camp. However, the Rhine water in late autumn was bitterly cold, and the Germanic people, no matter how good they were, could not swim such long distances.

This is equivalent to a total encirclement.

"Get out, warriors of the tribe!"

Immediately, Doles led thousands of still bloody tribal warriors out of the camp.

However, as soon as he left the camp, he was mercilessly shot by the Roman legionnaires, and javelins and arrows rained down. The annular trenches are covered with wooden stakes. Many of the warriors of the tribe rushed halfway and died in this bloody long-range blow. There were very few tribal warriors rushing in front of the Roman legions, and the trenches in front blocked their only way. The Legionnaires' close-range shooting killed the "lucky" soldiers at the edge of the not wide trench trap.

The blood pooled again into the trench, and it was the helpless struggle of the Germans, and Doles had no choice but to retreat to the camp with the rest of the men. And as soon as they withdrew, the Roman soldiers began to build fortifications like crazy, and did not even bother with the corpses. In just a few minutes, the Germanic people watched as the Roman soldiers dug the trench a few feet wider...... The excavated earth and stones were used to build low walls and towers...... The Germanic Frisians were almost desperate......

"After digging this fortification, we will pile up those corpses and burn them, even though it is late autumn, but we must not neglect hygiene, these corpses are the source of the epidemic and must be burned."

Appis stood on the diamond-shaped rampart of the built city and explained to his men. Paying attention to hygiene and cleaning up potential sources of disease at all times was a habit that Appis had cultivated for his legions during his long reign. The soldiers even used to boil the water in the canal before drinking it in the summer.