The breakthrough of thousands of men finally easily attracted the attention of the Britons, who sent more than a dozen chariots to begin to surround and intercept, followed by the infantry, the Celtic archers on the chariots were the most rigorously trained archers in the tribe, and their bows and arrows were fired at close range, and the arrows even pierced the shields of the Roman infantry, nailing the wrists of the Roman legionnaires to the wooden shields! The soldiers immediately let out screams......

The vanguard immediately set up a dense "tortoiseshell formation" under Dennis's orders, however, after a short engagement with the enemy, the British army came one after another, shouting and shouting and roaring again in the open space outside the barracks. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The crazy Celts pounced on the three Roman centurions led by Dennis, the soldiers squeezed each other and collided together, of course, in close combat, the Roman soldiers still had an overwhelming advantage, they used the legionary shield as a cover, the short sword in the crowd with ease to assassinate, every movement was clean, piercing the enemy's skin, letting the blood flow unscrupulously, and the bloody internal organs were once again unfolded in front of the legionnaires.

However, they have long been accustomed to such bloody scenes, and they have become Rome's war machine and killing tool in numb assassinations again and again. This was the mission of the Roman soldiers, and plunder was their only purpose.

"Appis!"

Sekras shouted, for at this moment the central part of the army was being attacked even more violently than the vanguard, and the Britons, as they struggled to squeeze into the three Roman hundreds, led by Dennis, were heavily wounded and began to rush towards the middle of the Roman army, for it seemed that the troops here were easier to deal with, and their peripheral forces were even only some slave troops without armor.

Sadly, it was not long before the Roman slave army was engaged in a battle with the local Britons.

Appis's guess and prediction were not wrong, the slaves of these legions had no choice, they could only fight the enemy under the arrangement of the Roman officers, and in the fierce battle, the slaves had no choice, and the Britons did not care whether they were Roman slaves or soldiers, as long as they were armed, the Britons regarded them as enemies. The battle was inevitable.

Inside was the dense daggers of the phalanx, and outside was the frenzied slaughter of the Britons, these slave forces were sandwiched between the two armies, fighting a desperate battle like a battle of trapped beasts.

Emma's several Germanic sword slaves had been trained in long-term gladiatorial fights, using simple weapons to block, assassinate, and slash invading British tribal warriors.

One of the Germanic slaves snatched the dead Britons' two-handed axes and habitually used his own weapon...... In the frenzied waving, four or five British soldiers fell one after another, their flesh and blood turned into mud.

"A beast is always a beast."

Sekras stood in the phalanx and sneered disdainfully. In the eyes of the Romans, no matter how brave the Germanic people were, they were still beasts after all.

"But they're fighting for us right now."

Appis reminded Sekras with a little seriousness that this battle was different from the past, these Germanic slaves and legions could no longer be regarded as aliens, and in the current situation, all slaves should be treated equally.

As time went on, the Britons attacked more and more fiercely, just as all the Britons outside the camp had discovered the situation, and the British, besieging the Roman army, surrounded the place to the fullest, and they roared and kept squeezing the phalanx of the Roman army. Until all the phalanxes had to temporarily change into a circular formation, surrounded by a shield wall, to protect the wounded inside.

In the fierce fighting, the slave army was almost completely killed and wounded.

Only a dozen Germanic people were still fighting bloodily, and those Roman slaves who were full of longing for freedom and the future before the war, and full of longing, all became the fallen souls of the barbarians. It was like a deception, the promised freedom, although beautiful, had little chance of being realized, they were squeezed between the legions and the British barbarians, it was impossible to retreat, and it was even more hopeless to break out, until at last they fell under the axes and swords of the barbarian soldiers.

"Now, sortie."

It wasn't until the slaves were almost dead that Apis ordered the whole group to attack.

Eight centurions, led by their respective centurions, launched a thrust at the enemy on the periphery.

The British soldiers, who were already out of breath with the Roman slave troops, began to panic when the Roman regular army broke through. And the last dozen or so Germanic slaves finally waited for the counterattack of the regular Roman army. Their bodies were stained with the blood of Britons and their companions.

Appis commanded the legionary infantry to advance continuously, and took advantage of the situation to grab the wounded Emma into the shield wall, where some of the wounded Roman soldiers were located.

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Emma was almost thrown into the inner circle by Appis, however, she was lucky, as the other Germanic slaves who were not injured still had to fight hand-to-hand with the Roman soldiers, against the large number of Britons.

The battle between the Britons and the Romans was littered with mutilated corpses, most of them Roman slaves who had died before, as well as British soldiers. There was also a small number of Roman infantry.

Appis used his shield to block a British warrior's slash, and then the dagger stabbed out from the right side of the shield and into the British warrior's side. By the time the Roman dagger was drawn, the blade had already been dyed red. There was also a trace of broken organs, internal organs.

More Roman soldiers, like their own centurions, assassinated the Britons outside the shield walls. The ratio of casualties between the barbarians and the Roman armies is not comparable, and often the legions have killed a dozen people, while the barbarians have to lose hundreds. This time was no exception, and on Appis's side, the six hundred-man squad had lost less than fifty men, while the corpses of the Britons were piled up as high as a hill.

And in all battles, the shield wall of the legion is the most important factor, it is a line of defense that must not be broken, once it is broken by the barbarians, the casualty ratio is reversed.

However, even with the advantage of formation and equipment, the breakout battle did not go as smoothly as expected, and by the early hours of the morning, Dennis's three elite hundred-man teams successfully broke through, but the six phalanxes led by Appis were trapped in the crowd of barbarians...... As for the three recruits behind the palace, they were almost all wiped out.

"Rush to the high ground. Seglas, gather everyone, rush to the high ground. ”

In the chaos of the battlefield, Appis could only temporarily look around, and his gaze stayed on a forest plateau in the northwest corner of the battlefield. There, perhaps, will be the last hope for these four hundred legionary infantrymen.