"**, when is this war going on. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the camp of the Roman Centurion in the darkness of night, the crowd gradually dispersed and returned to their respective tents, leaving only a few veterans who were still drinking around the campfire, continuing to complain about the war every year. Centurion Quintus was especially evident, leading the cursing of several Roman legion commanders on the expedition to Gaul. With the exception of Caesar, the troublesome centurion scolded almost all the commanders of the legions.

In fact, Caesar's conquest of Gaul for two years brought many people personal benefits, such as the acquisition of rich booty, money, and slaves. In many cases, these trophies also have a part of the lowest soldiers, but due to the tension of the war, many times the soldiers do not have time to return home for several years in a row, which causes the soldiers to only see the increase in wealth, but do not have the opportunity to enjoy the improvement in their lives brought by this wealth.

Of course, some soldiers sent their salaries home, but at this time, Rome was also full of corruption, and no one knew if these salaries could be sent home on time. Maybe when the various official positions are exploited layer by layer, there will not be much left.

"**, when I return to Rome, I will have a hundred prostitutes, and I will add twenty slaves to my house, all of them slaves."

"Come on, Olos, your wife will kick you out of the house when the time comes."

Drunken soldiers began to boast about their future good life around the campfire, as soon as the war was over. Yes, as soon as the war was over, these Roman soldiers and officers, who had fought in Gaul for several years, became a wealthy middle class and could enjoy the vital benefits of the war. But who knows, in the next moment, what will happen? In the next moment, who will die in the north?

It's late at night, and the slaves around me are lying down one by one, and there is heavy work to be done tomorrow, if the weather is still so bad. Apis sat by the haystack and listened quietly to the Roman soldiers complaining about life in the present and looking forward to life tomorrow.

In fact, logically speaking, the hundred-man team of the Roman army responsible for transporting grain and grass was not allowed to drink, but in this wilderness, the centurion was the boss of this team, and no one could control him. If it is a centurion who is strict with himself, his soldiers will not dare to drink alcohol even if they complain, but when he encounters a centurion like Quintus, who has gained experience in war, he does not care about the so-called military regulations when no one can control it.

Appis was awakened again in the middle of the night, shouts of killing mixed with the screams of the soldiers standing guard, and the entire edge of the camp, I don't know when there were rows of barbarian warriors.

"Woo......"

The herald tried to blow the trumpet and get everyone to wake up from their sleep to deal with the sudden barbarian assault. However, before the messenger could secure his finger, the herald had his throat slit by a Gallic warrior. Blood gushed from the broken wound. The whole camp was in chaos.

"Get up, soldier, damn it."

In the midst of the confusion, Appis saw that Quintus, who had just been drunk there, had rushed out of his tent at this moment, still wearing a nightgown, holding only a centurion's short sword in his hand, and the centurion shouted to order his soldiers to get up to resist the enemy's sneak attack, however, in the melee, many Roman soldiers had fallen under the sword of the barbarian warriors.

These Celts are estimated to have been eyeing this Roman baggage team for a long time, and it is estimated that they have been following for many days, every night before, the Romans have strictly guarded their camps, and there is no indulgence in drinking and having fun, only tonight, Quintus opened the barrel for the first time, after drinking, the enemy attacked decisively, how did they know that the guards in the barracks were not strong, no one knows, only know, now the barracks are full of barbarians, and the situation is precarious.

The slaves began to flee frantically, unarmed and with their hands and feet in hand, making it difficult for them to escape. A Gallic warrior jumped into a crowd of slaves, like a leopard pounced on a flock of sheep, causing a commotion. These slaves were some hard labor who had never fought before, and with their hands and feet tied, there was no chance of escaping for a while, and the Gallic warriors savagely and bloodthirsty brandished Celtic long swords, and suddenly, a bright red blood flower poured out of the crowd.

"Roar."

The barbarian warriors became more and more furious, and almost half of the Roman soldiers in the entire camp were pierced in the heart by these barbarians before they could take up arms.

Quintus casually picked up a worn shield on the ground, holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right, and stabbed the barbarian warriors who pounced on him one by one.

A fleeing Roman soldier was shot in the back by a barbarian hunter on the wooden wall of the camp and fell to the ground with a thud. On the scene, the camp was still two or three hundred people just now, and at this moment only a few dozen Roman soldiers were left in nightgalows, or naked, fighting with a group of fierce barbarian warriors.

"Centurion, give me a sword, I'm a gladiator, I can fight!"

Appis dodged a Gallic warrior's slash and threw him to the ground. Titus, who was nearby, rushed up and picked up a large rock and threw it at the hapless Gallic warrior.

Appis shouted at the centurion, and the next second, Quintus set his eyes on it, and after a moment of hesitation, the bloodied centurion rushed up and cut the rope that was tied to Apis's hand.

After being freed, Appis looked at the situation on the field, did not think much about it, but directly picked up the weapons of the Gauls who had just been stoned to death by Titus. Storming into battle, perhaps the only chance to show yourself, or you might have to be a slave in the Roman legions forever, or be taken captive by the barbarians as their spoils of war, as a tribute to the gods? In short, being taken captive by the barbarians will not end well.

Blood was rushing in front of his eyes, hot blood was surging in his body, Appis held the Celtic long sword, and after dodging the slash of a barbarian in front of him, the long sword in his hand stabbed horizontally at great speed, and the sword body directly sank into the barbarian's abdomen, penetrating the barbarian's abdominal cavity, and the tip of the sword pierced out of the back. Such a bloody scene seems to bring Appis back to the scene when he fought in the arena. The only thing missing is the emotional shouts of the audience, but this does not affect the killing in front of them.

"Roar."

With a loud roar, Centurion Quintus was still fighting a barbarian warrior, and Appis had already run behind the barbarian at great speed, his sword resting on his neck, ending the opponent's life in the most glorious way of a gladiator. The centurion was left staring at the slave who was not of great stature, but now he was as nimble as a night leopard to assassinate the barbarian.

One of the barbarians, spotting the Romans in the camp who were killing their companions with great efficiency, roared and rushed towards Appis.

Appis also spotted the other party, who appeared to be a barbarian of the rank of an officer, with a much stronger body than the others, and his weapon was also a heavy weapon, a heavy scythe.

Without a hint of fear, the gladiator launched a fierce charge at the leader of the enemy. The barbarian leader, armed with a huge scythe, like a raging black bear, also pounced on the Roman slave, and the skull of the barbarian leader was knocked to the ground to decorate and reflect his status.

In the next second, when the hand-to-hand combat was encountered, Apis did not directly clash with this barbarian head-on, but a second before approaching the enemy, his body instantly pressed down and glided through the barbarian's crotch!

Carter's sword sliced through the deadliest part of the enemy leader (hehe, you know), and then the screams of pain were heard from the field.

Quintus walked over and grabbed the other man's head directly, sinking the short sword into the chest of the barbarian leader. The leader of the barbarians suddenly bled over. In the camp, which had been chaotic just now, the Gauls who had attacked the camp were slowly retreating.

Perhaps it was the assassination of the chieftain, which greatly demoralized, or perhaps the sudden appearance of a god of war figure, which caused all Gauls to feel a sudden panic. In short, in less than five minutes, there were already more than a dozen Gallic warriors in the camp who had been slaughtered by Appis himself. Although not many of them, they accounted for a quarter of the number of Gallic squads that attacked the Roman camp.