"Are you sure you want to do this? The alliance was already shattered, and we did not have enough men to destroy the Roman defenses again. Such a senseless decisive battle will only consume our living forces and leave you dead on this land, Torles. ”

Maximus spent three months splitting the British Tribal Confederation and eventually cornering the Ghost Wolf. On a bleak April day, the final battle between Rome and the British tribes took place in the Flax Mountains of central Britain. Before leaving, the patriarch of the Cherus tribe and Toles' right-hand man, Herac, worriedly persuaded him. He saw that the current tribal alliance was already a scene of decay. The fighters were even exhausted and emaciated by lack of food and clothing.

"We have no choice, the people need food, warm skins and clothing, but the vast farmland is in the hands of the Romans, and we cannot rely on forest hunting forever for supplies. It's time for a contest, and I hate the tribal leaders who have fled and will be enslaved by the Romans forever. The benefits were only temporary, and it was only a matter of time before they were conquered by the Romans, who would lose their freedom and dignity. A group of weak and ignorant people! ”

Torles raised his sword and lashed out. His heart was filled with resentful resentment. However, the Romans learned wisely, and they no longer took the initiative to attack, but relied on bribery and bribery to break up the separatist alliance. Or, they had known such a strategy for a long time, but they didn't take the British Union into account in the first place...... The wheels of the times are crashing by, and the history of Britain is about to be rewritten. For a moment, Torles suddenly felt powerless, he was the one who resisted the great wheel of the times, but even if he was crushed, he could not stop the expansion of the Roman beast.

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"It looks like the barbarians are on the rise......"

On the other side of the battlefield, Maxim, the commander-in-chief of the Ninth Army, was inspecting the armaments and deployments before the battle. The rolling mountains and forests are not conducive to the formation of the legions, so how to arrange the battlefield formation in the mountains and forests has become the top priority of this battle. Moreover, it is essential to arrange in advance and be prepared for all eventualities. Because once engaged, the commander has no way of knowing what is going on in every corner of the battlefield. It depends entirely on the respective abilities of the centurions and the pre-war drills and arrangements.

"They're going to taste defeat very quickly."

Maximus walked through the middle of the infantry phalanx and talked with Adjutant General Raphaelnus about the upcoming battle.

Then, on the other side of the valley, there came the howl of a savage. Obviously, the Horde Alliance, led by Torles, was already preparing to attack......

"Tell the infantry to line up, and when the barbarians enter the range, the engineers will fire."

Maximus finally gave the order, and immediately mounted his horse and ran towards the high ground of the legion's position. There, you can look down on the entire battlefield. Amid the clattering of horses' hooves, the hoplites were already in line and in high spirits.

In the thin sunlight, the barbarian army gradually walked out of the forest. Only then could Maximus see them in full. Their numbers are still numerous, in the tens of thousands. It's like a black warm current moving slowly at the edge of the forest. Gradually, more and more Celtic infantry came out of the forest. Migrating ant colonies are densely distributed on the edge of mountain forests.

Torles walked up to the tribal army, let out a high-pitched roar, and began to chant. Behind him, the British warriors swung their swords against their shields and let out the same high-pitched roar as their leaders.

"The Romans opposite, they want us to die, however, today, we are going to tell them that we will not die, on the contrary, we are going to crucify them all on the spear with our anger. Tribesmen, rush after me, cut off the heads of the Romans, cut off their arms, and sacrifice our dead people with the blood of the Romans! ”

Torles stood in front of the dense barbarian army and roared loudly. Immediately, the British army boiled. Like a rolling heat wave, it charged down the hillside.

At the forefront is the great leader of the tribe - Torles Nikx, the ghost wolf.

The decisive battle between ancient Rome and the barbarians began again......

The barbarians roared and charged, shouts of killing echoed through the valley.

On the side of the Ninth Legion, the high degree of discipline made the Roman soldiers not a little noisy and noisy. Only engineering troops pulled cables in the rear, manipulating the sound of war machines.

Immediately, a series of flaming boulders were sent out from the rear of the legion's position, falling from the sky like meteorites, falling into the crowd of barbarians roaring into the crowd......

In the next second, sparks splashed everywhere.

The screams were loud and welcoming.

The most brutal thing about ancient warfare was not the sword-to-sword, but the blow of this boulder and flame. It was almost a demoralizing blow. The blazing boulders fell on the crowd, and many Celtic soldiers were wounded by the rubble and burned by the flames before they could dodge. The flames rose high with a terrifying roar that shocked even the bravest warriors.

Subsequently, gorgeous and brutal images appeared. The large catapult was followed by the shooting of the small scorpion cannon. Again, these shells were coated in fuel and shot out with a thick flame of fire. Brilliant sparks appeared in the sky, but it was deadly temperature.

The Celts who rushed ahead turned into fire men in an instant, and the patriarch of the Cherus tribe, Herak, charged with his shield, but the cannons from the Scorpion Cannon of the Ninth Legion pierced his shield and shattered him, and then the flames enveloped the strong and brave tribal leader, and there was a gurgling sound in the air, which was the sound of flesh and grease being burned.

"Nope! Herac! ”

The soldiers of the tribe saw that their patriarch had been struck by a flowing stone and turned into a walking burning man, screaming and screaming, but no one dared to approach. Scattered flints, heavy javelins, turned the path of the British army's charge into a sea of fire. The young men of those tribes, the Celtic militia who had not experienced war, were already dumbfounded, and the blood boiled when the barbarian chief charged with them a few minutes ago, and at this moment, it became the deepest fear of war. The stones that burst around from time to time terrified the warriors of many tribes......

"Soldiers! Advance! ”

At this time, on the side of the Roman legions, the horn of attack sounded.

The heavy infantry of the legion on the first front, holding a hard shield, shoulder to shoulder, marched in a neat and powerful step, facing the direction of the barbarian army.