"No, no, no!"

The recruit of the Italian legion screamed and fled, and behind him was a topless Germanic cavalryman with a battle axe in his hand, and then, in extreme panic, the fleeing soldier was split by the pursuing barbarian cavalry with an axe, and the whole person fell to the ground, and blood was pouring out of this body on the back that was cut to a bloody blur.

In the chaotic battlefield, there are such fights and hunting scenes everywhere, the Roman soldiers are not fully prepared, the formation is broken into a plate of scattered sand, under the pursuit of the Germanic cavalry of Appis, many soldiers can not even see the direction of the cavalry rushing clearly, they were knocked down by the powerful impact of the war horse, and were ruthlessly trampled by the cavalry, unrecognizable.

"Hold the front! Defensive formations! ”

Less than half of the time the strangulation had been carried out in Rome, the Thirteenth Legion, led by Octavian himself, came out in battle, and the trumpeters puffed up their cheeks and blew the horn of the rally. Then, the chief centurion Itnus was ordered to shout slogans and lead the first line of the most elite of the Thirteen Legions into battle.

Many of the fleeing soldiers were held back from the battle line and forced to take up arms and turn around in a bloody battle with the menacing Germanic cavalry......

At this time, the commander-in-chief of the Italian legionary cavalry, Flevinus, also personally went into battle, leading the legionary cavalry to fight back against the Germanic cavalry of Appis.

However, in this blocking battle, the tactics were planned by Appis in advance. When a large number of Roman soldiers gained a foothold, these Germanic cavalry retreated frantically and retreated as quickly as possible.

The Germanic cavalry came and went with a gust of wind, and the Italian legionnaires on the riverside looked dazed, but before they could react, from the weeds and bushes on the river beach, there were earth-shattering shouts of killing. It was the real main force of Appis, the 50,000 Roman legionary hoplites, plus 20,000 auxiliary legionary soldiers, like a black flood that poured into a scattered and terrified Italian legion.

The two sides were almost equal in numbers, and for the battle, Apis bet all his chips. Klein led the charge forward, and the Gallic legions raised their javelin spears the moment they rushed towards the enemy, and the next moment, countless spears flew in the air, like autumn locusts skimming the sky, making a dense and terrifying whistling.

Countless soldiers of the Italian legion lay in pools of blood, their bodies densely filled with oncoming Roman pirus heavy javelins and Gallic soldiers' light hunting spears. The battlefield turned into a bloody hell.

The Thirteenth Army, under the personal leadership of Octavian, regrouped its morale, but there were still too many defeated troops around it. The defense line was never formed, and in the brutal battle, the Gallic legions of Apis marched all the way, just like Apis told them before the war, this battle can only move forward bravely, and if they win, they are the masters of Rome and the liberators of the Republic. If they lose, they will never be able to go back, and will only become criminals and mortal enemies of the republic. The ships docked at Ostia had already left to transport grain and grass to Sardinia and Gaul, and if they were repulsed, the Gallic legions would have no way back.

For this reason, the fierce Roman veterans and the bloodthirsty Celtic infantry rushed all the way, Octavian's Italian legions, many of the soldiers had lost their strength in the previous river crossing, their armor and clothing became heavy because of the water, and they were beaten by the Germanic cavalry as soon as they landed, and now, in the face of the physical strength and morale of the Apis Gallic legion, the Italian legion was powerless.

Gradually, a large number of Italian legionary infantry were squeezed by the Gallic veterans of Appis to the river, and the battle turned into a massacre. Vast expanses of soldiers fell, or were chased, and jumped into the river, blood splashing endlessly, screams, fights, and roars resounded through the sky. The river beach was densely covered with corpses left behind by soldiers on both sides who had died after fighting, almost all of them bloody corpses that had been stabbed with sharp weapons and short swords. The infantry of the Gallic Legion, with blood at every step, were underfoot, the dark red earth, and a disgusting smell of blood wafted through the air.

Gradually, an army from three sides surrounded Octavian's remaining legions at the mouth of the river......

"Caesar, it's still too late to break through, you give the order. As long as you give the order, we are willing to escort you out of the siege! ”

On the blood-soaked battlefield, Flewell shouted to Octavian. The Thirteenth Legion is still fighting desperately, and the cavalry strength has not yet been reduced, and this is the only chance to rush out.

Octavian's expression was solemn, he saw his legions slaughtered, and those soldiers, disemboweled by the same Roman daggers, died tragically on the soil of their homeland. He saw the bloodthirsty Gauls leap onto the legion's shield wall and slash at the trembling Roman soldiers. What's more, Octavian knew that if he lost this battle, there would be no chance of rising. Like Apis, he bet most of his chips, even though Sicily and Calabria still had their own legions, but if this campaign allowed Apis to take advantage of the situation and take Rome, everything would be settled.

"Caesar, give the order! Now is the last chance! ”

Flevinus shouted, and a Celtic infantryman tried to pull him off his horse, but was slashed in the head by Flevinus, and the Gallic soldier's face was bloodied and he fell to the ground screaming. Then Flewick reined in his horse, leaped high with his horse's hooves, and slammed down again, crushing the Celtic infantryman......

"Retreat, kill out, Flewell."

An arrow pierced through the crowd and into Octavian's thigh, and he commanded in pain.

Immediately, the guard officer broke the arrow and shielded his commander with his body.

"Retreat!"

Fleivinus shouted, and the general guards around him instantly surrounded and protected Octavian. The military physician urgently plugged the wound on Octavian's leg with gauze, and blood flowed down the wound, staining the white gauze red.

However, the loyal soldiers were fearless, using their bodies and shields as umbrellas to block all attacks from the periphery. Like a warm red current moving through the crowd, it was Octavian's most elite soldiers in Italy, loyal to Caesar, and even more loyal to Caesar's heir. For the first time in his life, Octavian left his legion behind and fled, but he knew that this might be the last, and that the huge wound would not heal, and he glanced at the Arua River behind him, on which the corpses of countless Roman soldiers floated, and the river stained red......