"Lift up the spirits, fight! Fight! The enemy has already rushed over, archers! ”

In the morning mist, old Certolius cried out as soon as he got up and climbed the high wall of the fortifications. He saw www.biquge.info dense crowd of boats on the Baetis River passing through the river, filled with rows of heavily armed Roman soldiers.

By this time, the Afrika Korps engineers above the fortifications had already deployed weapons such as javelins and stone bullets, and were shooting at the enemy forces in the center of the river. They were about to wake up the sleeping Commander, but Cytolius climbed the earthen wall himself and saw what he saw.

On an early winter morning, a stone bullet slammed into the boats crossing the river with a whizzing sound, splashing the icy water. The attack lasted about half the time of Rome, and it was not until the morning fog cleared that the soldiers in the camp realized that the boats in the center of the river were a pile of dead ships, and that instead of heavily armed Roman regulars, scarecrows were standing on them. The spears and arrows they had just thrown were all wasted on these meaningless straws.

"This must be a conspiracy!"

Saytorius shouted. Immediately, the river in the north was raised, and there was a shouting of killing all over the mountains. The engineers and archers who had just operated the ballista on the fortifications were exhausted, and in ancient wars, archers could not fire arrows indefinitely, and generally needed to rest for a period of time to recover their strength after firing twenty arrows, otherwise their arms would be extremely sore.

And now, without waiting for the defenders on the fortifications to be repaired, the Seventh Army led by Crassus the Younger has already pounced on it with murderous vigour. The Germanic Cavalry Guards rushed into the barracks with lightning speed, their swords falling and a man with scarlet blood splattered on his head.

"Rush in! Open the gates of the camp! ”

Little Crassus stood in front of the infantry phalanx and shouted. The elite Roman infantry followed the charge of the Germanic cavalry, while the Germanic riders who had already stormed the camp were divided into two lines, some to fend off the counterattack of the Sartolius in the camp, and some to climb the camp wall, kill the guards, and lower the gates. The soldiers of the Seventh Legion rushed in without even a single siege weapon. Settorius and his corps did not expect the enemy to cross the river from the lower reaches to attack.

Now, the whole barracks are in chaos.

The Gallic archers soon captured the towers, and the exhausted soldiers were no match for the fierce long-haired barbarian infantry, and were quickly defeated in a solo battle.

Archers seized the tower in twos and threes, firing arrows at the crowded areas of the barracks, and scattered arrows rained down overhead, killing the soldiers if they were not careful. The soldiers of the African Corps are terrified. However, the slaughter had only just begun.

Once the veterans of the Seventh Legion had captured the tower, they aimed the scorpion cannon launchers at the enemy in the camp. Then, each occupied the tower and fired freely......

In the camp of the African Corps, blood was splattered and screams were incessant.

As soon as the infantry of the Seventh Legion entered the camp, they formed small phalanxes and slaughtered the dense forces of Symtolius.

Under the combined attack of the sword and shield, the blood flowers drew a terrifying arc in the air.

And the Afrika Korps heavy infantry, which had not yet exhausted their physical strength in the previous throwing battle, also joined the melee at this moment.

Both sides were well-trained and well-equipped Roman legionnaires, and a bloody battle was fought in this barracks on the banks of the Baetis River.

"Close!"

"Rush!"

In the field, the centurions each commanded their own squads to fight. The frontal assault was under tremendous pressure, and Octavian's North African Legion was not a soft eater. They had followed Caesar in the conquests of Scipio and Pompey, and were veterans of the war. At this moment, this group of defenders of the Republic gathered together and organized an impregnable defense line to block the attack of the Seventh Legion of Appis.

Little Crassus squeezed to the front line under the protection of the soldiers, and the centurion beside him stabbed the enemy's chest with a sword, the sound of the iron sword tearing flesh and bones, accompanied by the warm blood rushing, the Roman hoplites in front of him fell without a word, and the blade remained in his body. Then, the centurion of the little Crassus stepped on the chest of the dead Roman soldier and drew the sharp legionary dagger with a blank face, and the blood stained his ankles.

Another Afrika Korps heavy infantryman, who tried to approach Crassus Jr., was stabbed into the shoulder blade by a Crassus Jr.'s Guardsmen, and despite the heavy chain mail he was wearing, the Roman dagger stabbed mercilessly into the flesh, piercing the veins and going straight into the bones. Then, the other party knelt down in pain with a scream. The next moment, a black shadow appeared above the heads of the fallen Roman soldiers, and the warriors of the escort of the little Crassus held the large shield with both hands and slammed them down cruelly. After a few clicks, the Roman soldier under the shield was unrecognizable, and his face was full of rotten flesh.

The surrounding fighting continued, and when Certolius personally led the general's guard to the front line, it was already filled with the bloody corpses of soldiers on both sides. Countless stumps and severed arms were scattered everywhere, and blood was everywhere, and almost every step was splattered with blood.

No sooner had Sartorius arrived at the battlefield than a red-eyed Germanic cavalryman rode across on a tall black horse, charging at the Afrika Korps commander with a long spear. Certolius watched this scene in horror, and the guards around him hurriedly raised their javelins and threw them.

In an instant, several javelin spears were inserted into the menacing Germanic cavalry......

The moment the barbarian rider fell to the ground, Certorius's heavy infantry stepped forward and, with their short swords and daggers, stabbed the Germanic rider who had attacked the commander in a hole and splattered blood.

Then, the chaotic situation was no longer under the control of the two commanders, and the soldiers were fighting in groups of three or five. The huge camp was filled with the sounds of slaughter and screaming almost everywhere.

It wasn't until dusk that the battle was over. Certolius and his Afrika Korps fled in a hurry, with their tails between their legs. Thousands of shattered bodies were left behind, as well as armor and weapons scattered all over the place. The soldiers of the Seventh Legion searched the mountains of corpses for valuable "treasures", including the belongings of the dead, and a gold ring on the hand of a certain commander caught the attention of three or four Roman soldiers, and even caused a group of fights in order to compete for this "priceless" ring...... However, little Crassus had no intention of caring about this, and Apis was waiting for him in the camp not far away, and there was a more urgent military situation that needed to be decided immediately......