"Roar, roar. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info Don't let the Romans leave the lake! ”

As Labenus led the Thirteenth Legion to escape from the shattered lake, a large number of Germanic barbarian warriors poured out of the forest on the edge of the lake, their numbers surprising beyond Labinus's imagination.

The barbarians roared out of the forest, their voices almost drowning out the howling winter wind. The barbarians surrounded the entire lakeside, which was equivalent to encircling the entire place where the Roman legions had escaped. Every soldier of the Thirteenth Legion who tried to go ashore had to face the slashing of the vicious barbarians.

However, if you retreat, you will be swallowed by the glacial lake, an elaborate ambush by the Germanic Suvihui tribe. In such a terrain, in such a situation, the Roman legions had almost no power to fight back, and there was not even a place to stand. The ice beneath his feet was collapsing, and in front of him were countless barbarian armies. Many Roman soldiers were in despair, and drowning in the biting waters of the lake was not as pleasant as being hacked to death with an axe from a barbarian, or at least lessening some of the suffering.

The recruits threw down their weapons and rushed in the direction the barbarians pounced, only to be chopped into mashed meat in minutes. The veterans, on the other hand, held their last ground, fighting almost by faith.

Of the 6,000-strong army, only 2,000 were still on the shore of the lake, resisting to the death.

The barbarian army surrounded it from all sides, and the 2,000-strong legion infantry did not even have time to form a phalanx before they rushed into battle. Rabinus climbed ashore from the icy waters, almost frozen all over, but as soon as he landed, the barbarian soldiers slashed wildly.

The Suebi infantry picked up a huge stone hammer and slammed it into the ground, and Rabinus rolled to the side with all his strength, and the stone hammer fell to the ground with a dull sound. Then, almost physically exhausted, Rabinus got up with difficulty, drew his short sword, and stabbed at the barbarian infantry in front of him.

But the heavy pace made Rabinus's thorn powerless and unthreatening. The tribal warrior dodged sideways and struck Labinus on the head with the handle of his hammer. The armor that had entered the water was so heavy that Rabinus could barely dodge, and he was struck in the head and fell on his back. Then the barbarian soldier stepped on Rabinus's chest and raised the heavy stone hammer in his hand again.

Fortunately, the veterans of the Roman legions stabbed their short swords into the barbarian's back at the moment when the barbarian swung his hammer. The barbarian warrior screamed at the sudden attack, and the Roman soldier's short sword pierced his body, the tip of the sword piercing through the barbarian warrior's abdomen. With broken entrails and scarlet blood dripping down.

The Roman soldier then quickly drew his dagger and took down the half-dead Germanic warrior.

"General, our men are surrounded!"

It was Oscar, the old centurion of the Thirteenth Legion, who rescued Rabinus from the Germanic people who had fought along the Rhine with Appis. He also made outstanding achievements in the Gallic Wars.

Labenus glanced at the familiar face in front of him, and felt sad in his heart, the elite of the Roman legions were all here, but today they were about to suffer a catastrophe.

"Fight to the end, we have no way back."

Old Labinus dragged his tired body to his feet and gave the final order.

There was blood in front of them, and the Roman soldiers who had not had time to list the phalanx were fighting everywhere, their bodies being chopped to pieces by the besieging barbarian infantry, and a fallen centurion was even slashed by a dozen Germanic warriors. Flesh and blood blur.

Several legionary veterans tried to fend off the barbarian slaughter, but the Germanic swords and axes smashed like a storm, and a few fragile Latin shields were not enough to withstand such a dense blow. Axes and swords slashed through the gaps in their shields and slashed at the shoulders and heads of Roman soldiers, the sound of armor shattering echoed over the battlefield. Blood seeped out of the dense armor. The wounded veteran fell to his knees, and his companion tried to help him, but his arm was cut off by the axe of the Suebi warrior, and blood spurted out......

The veterans fought and retreated, and some soldiers were constantly pushed into the cold and biting water, struggling to get up, only to be shot by Germain on the shore with spears, bows and arrows.

The army of 2,000 men was constantly besieged and killed, and the positions were constantly shrinking, but the Germans were scattered all over the lakeshore.

The flag bearer holding the Eagle Banner was shot in the chest by an arrow, and still relied on his instinctive strength to protect the Eagle Banner of the Thirteenth Legion, which symbolized the glory of the Legion. At the moment, hope is dying.

Just two Roman hours later, the Thirteenth Legion was already gone. The Eagle Banner fell, and the blood of the warriors stained the emblem of the formerly proud Legion.

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"So you are the famous Rabinus? The great general of the Roman legions? ”

After the bloody massacre, thousands of corpses of Roman legionnaires were left on the shores of the lake, and the blood flowed into the glacial lake, staining the waters by the lake a faint red. The barbarian leader Bulda walked up to Labinus, who was overdrawn by a barbarian soldier and fell to his knees weakly, he had only his last breath left, and the cold and wounds were about to devour the Roman veteran. The splendid cuirass no longer represents glory and pride, and the former glory of Rome is now dimmed. Labinus hung his head feebly, his gaze wandering away as if he saw the white marble temple of his hometown of Gugem, with the river winding its way through the town. Blue sky and white clouds, warm sunshine, and the simple and kind wife at home. Until the barbarians doused the great Roman general again with a basin of cold water.

"I am Labinus, the commander of the Thirteenth Roman Legion of Thor, the general. You're a bunch of brutes, a bunch of beasts! ”

Rabinus shivered when he was doused with ice water, and the hot breath from his mouth quickly dissipated into a white mist. His whole body trembled, but his tone remained tough. The pride of Rome could not be lost, and even a defeated general had to face the enemy with his head held high. Rabinus said with all his might. The Makoniman cavalry on the side translated his words. But Rabinus was no longer able to scold him as a traitor.

"Listen, Romans. Your legion has been completely wiped out by us, and now, you have two choices, either surrender and become my captive and slave, and I will give you a dry garment, a mouthful of warm food, and live, and become my property. Or, we will throw you into the icy waters, let you struggle in the cold waters, die slowly, and then, like your companions, the corpses sink to the bottom of the lake, with nowhere to be found. I can also have someone go back to your hometown and tell you that Rome has been betrayed, there is no body, who knows the truth? Labienus, to tell you the truth, I admire your courage, if we can, we can join forces and stop this war, I want to return my land and people, you return to Rome and become a heroic being. Isn't it a win-win-win- ”

Draped in a thick cloak of animal skins, Burda crouched down and approached the captured Labinus, contemptuous and threatening.

"The Romans don't make deals with any barbarians. I am the general of the Thirteenth Legion, I am only loyal to my motherland, you barbarians, throwing me into this filthy lake, you will not be able to erase my faith and pride! ”

Like a wounded lion, Labinus will never compromise or bow his head to the last drop of blood......