"Roar, roar, roar......"

A beast-like roar erupted from the dense forest, and four or five hundred tribal warriors covered in indigo dye rushed out bravely.

The arrows swished through the trees.

Beneath the cloudy sky, the Roman squad that was being attacked instantly erected a shield wall under the temporary command of the centurion. In less than a dozen seconds, the first wave of barbarians had already rushed in front of them.

Like a group of crazy beasts, the axes and spears of the British raiders smashed down wildly, and the one hundred and twenty Roman soldiers had no time to react, and there was no room to counterattack, helplessly holding their shields, half-crouching to resist the surprise attack of this group of barbarians.

Centurion Lahail crouched with his large shield in his hand, and after blocking the barbarian's two heavy axes, he thrust his short sword into the enemy's lower abdomen. Like slaughtering a wild beast, blood and intestines flowed from the wounds of the British warrior, and then, with screams, the wounded British raider fell in pain, but before he could get up, the centurion stepped forward and smashed his shield into his neck......

Then he quickly retreated into the queue, and when the next axe blow struck, Lahel's shield was once again firmly in his hand. The stone axe and the shield collided violently, making a dull sound.

A legionnaire, unable to stand the blow of the heat and restlessness, picked up his javelin and prepared to throw, but was shot through the throat by a Celtic archer, and was bloodied on the spot.

The attackers were the 10th legion of Appis, numbering only about 130 men, and the attackers were the Sveti tribe from the Black Forest, who were unwilling to submit to foreign conquerors or accept the leadership of the so-called tribal chieftains, and decided to rebel against the Romans themselves.

As a result, skirmishes broke out, and the patriarch fled deep into the forest with most of his people.

However, the need for rations on the way to escape, and looting the rations of these Roman legions became the easiest and most direct means of obtaining supplies.

After the siege had lasted for some time, the leading tribal leader found that he could not overcome the Roman human wall and ordered everyone to withdraw from the battlefield. Then, four rudimentary Celtic chariots, from both flanks, launched a surprise attack on the Roman legion's human wall.

"Steady! The time has come to test your courage and faith! ”

Immediately, the commander of the centurion shouted. The British chariot was not uncommon for Roman soldiers, who fought against the barbarians when Caesar first landed on the island more than a decade ago, and they also used this rudimentary chariot as a thrust force to attack the Roman legions. And now, these seemingly terrifying but extremely primitive tools of war are about to come in handy again.

The hundred-man squad tightened their formation in an instant, and there was almost no longer a gap between the soldiers. The soldiers in the first and second rows used heavy javelins as spears and stretched out beyond the shield wall, and in less than a moment, a temporary "hedgehog array" took shape.

And this time, at the same time, the light infantry of the legion in the inner circle was ready to throw spears.

The chariot roared and rolled, the sharp knives at the axle tumbled and rattled, and on the chariot stood the best archers of the tribe, drawing their bows and firing accurate arrows as they approached the "hedgehog array" of the Romans.

The next moment, the centurion gave the order to throw the javelin.

Immediately, dozens of heavy javelins were unleashed. Like a dark cloud pouring down in an instant, four Roman heavy javelins were instantly inserted into the body of the Celtic archers on the chariot. However, the frightened horses fled separately, and the entire Celtic chariot was instantly torn apart, and the people flipped on their backs.

But, at the same time, three more Celtic tanks rushed into the wall of the centurians.

A terrifying sound suddenly spread, and the war horse also plunged into the pile of people after breaking through the defense line of the human wall, letting out a miserable neigh. Broken wooden poles flew into the air, and the Legionnaires were covered in blood, while his companions were crushed against the heavy frame of the chariot, almost breathless. Blood was suddenly sprinkled all over the originally impregnable defense line of the 100-man team.

Before the Celtic archers who were knocked into the air were dead, they drowned among the Roman soldiers and were soon stabbed to death by swords......

But soon, the angry British barbarian warriors took advantage of the loose defense of the grain conscription team and slaughtered again.

The centurion's whistle blew urgently, everyone nervously shifted their positions, the badly wounded soldiers were carried down, and the young and strong recruits quickly rose to the top and stood with the veterans. The formation that had been overwhelmed by the chariots was quickly fine-tuned as if it were healing from within, and the field defense of the grain conscription team was once again consolidated before the barbarian infantry rushed up. The heavy infantry in the front row pushed out their large shields and held them diagonally in a half-crouching position to defend themselves against the enemy, while the recruits in the back row put their shields over the heads of the veterans in the front row, preventing the enemy's spears and axes from falling from the air and injuring their comrades in the position.

Although there are only three floors, it is extremely strong.

In the next second, the barbarian roared and pounced again, the axe and sword draped heavily on the legion's shield, making a sound like chopping wood, but as before, the Sticks, even with their large numbers, could not shake the sparsely numbered Roman heavy infantry defense.

Where the crowd gathered, the legionnaires wielded their sharp Roman daggers and stabbed the British soldiers on the perimeter of the shield wall.

Blood splattered on the faces of the soldiers of the conscription team, and on the periphery, there were scattered Celtic stumps and severed arms, and the brutality of the battle once again terrified the new recruits who had just joined the legion. The veterans, on the other hand, were accustomed to such images, stabbing their swords into the bodies of their enemies, and for them they were like swinging clubs against slaves in their own courtyards, and they were not at all terrified by the blood and bloody limbs and organs.

The sporadic fighting soon ended, and the hundreds of people of the tribe saw that they had killed and wounded a third of them, while the Roman soldiers in the defensive line were only lying down, and they knew that it would not make much sense to continue the siege, and they would even be counterattacked and pursued by these Roman soldiers.

Under the roar of the barbarian captain, these scattered barbarian axes began to retreat.

and not caring for the fallen companions.

Under the gray sky, the centurion walked up to a dying barbarian infantryman, pressed the tip of his sword against the throat of the Celtic warrior, and pushed the hilt of the sword expressionlessly, the sharp tip of the sword pierced the flesh and blood vessels, a disgusting slaughtering sound came, and thick blood gushed out of the throat of the Celtic soldier, dripping red all over his body.