In the middle of the night, a hundred-man party of the Ninth Legion began to set off quietly, and took advantage of the cover of night to release the small boat made in the evening into the water. The small warship www.biquge.info the Pen, Fun, and Pavilion mimics the shipbuilding methods of the Britons in the northern part of the Republic. The soldiers will cut down the trunk of the tree to serve as the keel. The branches are then woven around the keel to form a skeletal frame, then the bottom of the boat is wrapped in leather, and finally the edges of the entire ship are firmly tied with vines. It was a simple and convenient small boat, although it could not fight in the waterways, but the manufacturing procedure was simple, and the shipbuilding speed was very fast, and the Ninth Army only took one evening to build dozens of these small assault boats. In the evening, the first hundred-man group began to cross the river in these improvised boats.

Since each small boat could only carry about ten people, the first hundred-man detachment of the Ninth Legion used ten of these simple kayaks to cross the river.

In order to reduce their weight and speed up the crossing of the river and the beach, the soldiers took off their armor and hurried out on their way, armed only with a short sword, a shield, a pickaxe, a night's meal, and a small number of tools necessary for the construction of fortifications. There was only one wish in their hearts, not to be discovered by the defenders of Pompey on the other side of the river, whose infantry were standing on the sentry posts, on the walled city, and if discovered, those legionary infantry would attack the infantry of Caesar's Ninth Legion who were crossing the river from a high position, and the condescending fire of spears and bows would deal a devastating blow to Caesar's defenseless commandos.

Unfortunately, however, Pompey did not take the enemy as Caesar had anticipated, and he sent his cavalry to guard all parts of the river before nightfall, and ordered all the soldiers standing guard upstream and downstream to intensify their patrols at night. Because Pompey knew that Caesar could never be such an easy person to deal with, and making siege weapons during the day might be just one of the ways he could hide his eyes.

Sure enough, in the night, when the first assault hundred-man detachment of the Ninth Army crossed the river at night and had just arrived on the opposite bank, the defenders of Pompey on the fortifications suddenly burst out of the night, raised long javelins, and launched a fierce attack on the infantry of Caesar's Ninth Army who were landing. Their javelins came from the darkness of the night, and the soldiers of the hundred-man squad could barely see the direction and trajectory of the javelins, and before they could even raise their shields, they fell to the enemy's javelins and spears.

Flying arrows littered the river beach where the Ninth Legion had landed. The soldiers of the first boat were all killed on the river beach before they could even set foot on the enemy walled city.

But to the surprise of Pompey's defenders, Caesar's army that landed across the river was much more than this hundred-man team, and when the first hundred-man team was defeated, a pile of bright flames suddenly ignited in the dark river. DJ Brutus and the rest of the Roman legionnaires lit their torches and galloped across the river.

Now that you've been discovered, let's take a gamble.

DJ Brutus took the lead, holding only a square shield in his hand, and jumped off the ship, and then, raising the flag in one hand, ordered the soldiers behind him to leap boldly.

Roars tore through the silence of the night. The infantry of the Ninth Legion, armed with improvised weapons and shields, rushed forward with their commanders. However, while storming the fortifications dug by the enemy, DJ Brutus still had a headache, and his soldiers simply could not stand on the river beach. Even if the soldiers in front held up their shields to protect the soldiers in the back row digging fortifications, the operators on the sentry would still shoot stone bullets into the crowd's ramparts from time to time, causing the shield walls to breach and collapse. Then, those arrows and spears went down the missing **, causing fatal damage to the legionary sappers in the back row.

"Take the tower!"

DJ Brutus roared loudly, and then he took the lead again, clenched his shield, and quickly sprinted two steps to the bottom of the walled walls, where he could dodge the bombardment of the catapults, but beware of the defenders above throwing stones.

The soldiers, seeing how brave their commander was, also came to courage, and they put away their daggers, held their shields in both hands, and rushed to where Brutus was.

Soon, the second and third legionnaires of the ninth legionnaires were also attached to the wooden walls of the walled city, and then the legionnaires who arrived below the walled city raised their shields with both hands, and then half-crouched down to form a makeshift human pedal, signaling their companions to step on their shields and climb onto the wall.

The arrows kept coming, some piercing the ankles of the Ninth Legion's infantry, others into their thighs, but they would never fall until they climbed the wall against the last of their comrades, even if the blood stained the dirt beneath their feet. Those soldiers who tried to help their comrades were also pierced through the body with spears. The infantrymen who were able to climb the walls did so at the expense of their fellow soldiers.

However, they failed because every Caesar's soldier who climbed the walls had to face a siege of at least five Pompey defenders. They were pierced through their bodies by short swords and pushed off the walled city.

Outside of the fortifications that Pompey had dug first, more and more corpses were piled up.

Klein estimated that more than 1,000 soldiers of the Ninth Army had died in the battle, which was more than the losses of the Tower Bridge crossing during the day.

Groups of infantry of the Ninth Legion climbed up the enemy fortifications one after another, and then were brutally and mercilessly beaten down. Klein set his sights on the relatively comfortable southwestern outpost of the entire battle line, where it was almost still shrouded in darkness, but through the moonlight, Crane could see the outline of its vague presence.

"Boys, we've got work to do."

Crane whispered to the twenty Hidden Commando soldiers behind him. Then, everyone's faces showed a look of death. They put away all their weapons so that the fires on the battlefield don't emit a metallic sheen that can be discovered by the enemy forces defending the city.

The assault group moved rapidly through the grass, clad in black La Seruna, and as they walked through the grass they leaped like a pack of ghost wolves, with no sign of anything but the swaying shadows of the tall grass.

Soon, when everyone focused on the place where the Ninth Army had landed on the beach, Crane took the twenty veterans and quietly climbed the sentry tower on the other side. The well-trained Hidden Commando soldiers did not even make a sound when they slit the throats of the guards, and everything went on quietly under the cover of darkness, until the gates of the walled city were opened by Crane's own hands, and everyone was surprised to find that the fortifications in the southwest had been breached by Caesar's team. (To be continued.) )