"Thor!"

A hissing cry swept across the front line, and a Roman legionnaire was cut to the ground by the Germanic warrior in front of him, blood and spit spitting from the corners of his mouth, and a huge battle axe stuck in his shoulder, almost cutting off his bones. Amid www.biquge.info screams of pain, the barbarian warrior stomped on his chest and brutally drew his tomahawk, which then smashed the Roman soldier's face. Even the iron helmet was split in two.

The young soldier's eldest brother almost shouted in a crying voice, but what he saw was the image of his younger brother being beheaded alive. No longer obeying the centurion's orders, Tukris squeezed through the crowd and, in a fierce mood of revenge, rushed towards the barbarian warrior who had killed his brother. However, the strength of the barbarian was far above that of the Roman soldiers, and the two-handed axe came with terrifying power, and the armor of the legionary Tukris was split in two, and no matter how strong the armor was, it could not withstand the attack of this barbarian weapon, the giant axe cut off his arm, and blood sprayed out, Tukris stumbled and fell, and then, the barbarian in front of him stepped on the wound of the broken arm of the Roman soldier Tukris with heavy steps, so that the blood flowed out more quickly. Tukris was on the verge of fainting. The barbarian then tightened his grip on his battle axe and stabbed Tukris into the body with a sharp awl at the end of the handle. Blood soaked the soles of the barbarians' feet.

When the bitter battle was going on, other corners of the front were also covered with such bloody pictures. The battle between the Romans and the barbarians never stopped, even when it was bloody. The citizen soldiers maintained their formation with strict discipline, while the Germanic barbarians constantly assaulted this impregnable line.

Gradually, the Roman engineers, protected by archers and slingers, assembled forty or fifty Roman small scorpion ballistas on the high ground. And at this time, another barbarian army launched a fierce attack from the rear of the Roman legions.

It was indeed an ambush battle, but the Germans may have not unified the steps, the original siege was not unified, and the staggered time gave the Roman engineers time to build long-range ballistas. Moreover, in this short but precious time, the recruits had dug a shallow trench around the high ground and protected this noble little high ground with a wooden fence.

"Maxim!"

But the Germanic tribes were menacing, and Appis still sweated from the bottom of his heart. Temporarily, Maxim, the cavalry captain, led the cavalry of the Makonian people, flanking this coalition of Germanic tribes. Slow down their encirclement of the main army. At the same time, at the moment of danger, Apis could only go into battle in person, risk putting on a bright red cloak and organize reserves into battle.

"Defend in place!"

Appis roared, and the general guards behind him rushed down the hill with a nervous expression, and at the same time, the reserves of the Sixth Legion were quickly assembled, and the veterans connected their shields to lock the battle line, protecting the main phalanx of the Sixteenth and Nineteenth Legions from being attacked on their backs.

As soon as the veterans of the reserve stood their shields on the ground, the shield collided with the earth with a uniform and powerful shock, and the Germanic army pounced on it like a flood of beasts. The Germanic people of the Elbe were obviously more brutal and bloodthirsty than the Germanic barbarians of the Rhine, and they were more powerful in battle.

Although the reserves were the elite of the Roman army, a group of veterans of a hundred battles who were about to retire, there were still many legion veterans who were knocked down and knocked to the ground in the face of the first wave of barbarian charges. The Germanic beasts leaped into the battle line of the shield wall, while their bodies were stabbed by the short swords of the legionnaires. Blood splattered.

Throughout the forest battlefield, Appis's Roman legions were arranged like a triangular red. Under the leadership of the generals and centurions, the legion formed a three-sided front, blocking the ferocious slaughter of the Germanic army on the periphery. It was as if the tide from three sides had hit the red of the Legion again and again. And inside this triangular front is the precious small battlefield high ground.

The Roman legion's mechanical sappers had set up a variety of ballistae and loaded stone shells and bolts into the firing grooves. On the periphery was an army of barbarians shouting for slaughter, and the legionary sappers in the inner circle turned the winch nervously, and then, without any unified order, a full stone projectile and thick crossbow arrows were ejected from the launcher. Even, the huge friction caused sporadic sparks to ignite the launched card slot. This heavy weapon is simply the artillery of this era. It's just that the principle of emission is different.

Scattered stone projectiles galloped through the woodland, and although the dense branches blocked some of the stone projectiles, the artillery stones and large arrows that fell on the crowd still played a very obvious role. Their power was amazing, directly smashed the heads of the barbarian infantry, like a stone hammer shattered a watermelon, and the Germanic people who were hit died in a terrible way, and some of the heads bloomed directly, and their brains were mixed with blood and splashed everywhere.

Large arrows pierced through the crowd, and no solid shield could withstand the shot of such a heavy spear. The Germanic people who were hit by crossbow arrows were shot directly through their bodies, and the shields in their hands were nailed directly to their bodies. The scene was horrific and bloody. Like the northern barbarians called in by the Germanic people, the Romans also had their own intimidating weapons, which were sophisticated and high-precision siege weapons.

On the battle front, the Roman centurions that had stabilized their formations began a classic Roman positional battle, with the centurions of each centurion blowing their whistles according to the battle situation, and once the Germanic offensive retreated slightly, the soldiers in the back row with full strength squeezed to the front of the phalanx through the gaps and passages within the phalanx, replacing those who were already out of breath. At the same time, veterans who have been fighting for a long time retire to the backcourt to rest and replenish their strength. The slaves of the army sped up digging and building makeshift fortifications.

The seemingly small Roman legion was like an efficient machine, with internal personnel coordinating and external combat effectiveness maintained.

In the midst of the bitter battle, Apis, wearing a striking red cloak, dismounted, and stood with the soldiers of the Nineteenth Legion.

"Hold on!"

Appis shouted.

"Victory belongs to Rome!"

On the bloody battlefield, the supreme commander of the Northern Legion personally stood on the front line, which made many legion infantry enthusiastic, and suddenly rekindled their morale. And the knights of the general guard behind him were all terrified, after all, in such a close fight, a spear thrust of a barbarian might stab the commander in the heart!