"Kill them all! Not a single one to stay! ”

Five days later, the Germans were on the verge of exhausting their last stockpiles. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Appis gave the order for a general attack. The Sixteenth Legion and the Black Hawk Legion slaughtered the remaining Germanic people from all sides......

Perhaps only a bloody massacre could unleash the resentment in the hearts of Appis and the soldiers. This Germanic tribe that destroyed the Thirteen Legions was wiped out at this moment.

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"No, no, don't, Daddy......"

Just as the Roman army was coming from all sides, in the Germanic camp, the daughter of the great tribal leader hid in the corner of the tent and cried in horror, she watched her father come with a long sword, and her eyes revealed a murderous and ruthless spirit that she had never seen before. In my memory, my father was gentle and considerate, why did he become like this today? The young girl didn't know, she just knew that everyone in the camp was in a mess, running around, and the whole camp was in a mess, like a big escape.

"My daughter, you are a woman of the Suebi tribe, brave to face death. Your brother has taken up his sword and is preparing outside the camp against the Romans from the south, and I must do this to preserve your chastity, daughter...... None of us have a way to survive today. ”

Burda squatted down in front of his young daughter, his half-man-tall two-handed sword stuck on the ground, his eyes full of love and murderous intent.

The young girl cried even harder, not understanding what the arrival of the Romans meant to them, for her father had not let them go through it, only that her mother had just died by her own sword.

"No, I don't want it, I'm afraid!"

The girl burst into tears. Her hands trembled with fear, like a young bird flapping its own weak wings.

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"Close your eyes, my daughter ......"

Seeing his daughter crying heartbreakingly, Burda's heart was like a knife, but he had to be ruthless, otherwise, he would be taken away by the Romans, and his life would be more painful than death, and that would lose the most important chastity and dignity of the Germanic people.

"Woo ......"

The heart-rending cry came to an abrupt end the moment the sword stabbed into the body. With the sword in his hand, Bulda pierced his daughter's heart. Then, looking at her daughter, covered in blood, Burda fell to her knees, crying bitterly. It took a long time for him to get up, grab his heavy greatsword, and go to the battlefield. There, energetic and heavily armed Roman legions were slaughtering with great vigour.

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

Without any impassioned speeches, without any inspiring mobilization, the great chieftain of the tribe led the remaining 5,000 Germanic warriors into the impregnable Roman legions.

The next moment, it was as if time had stood still. Numerous heavy javelins flew out of the positions of the Roman legions, obscuring the early winter sky. Along with the spear falling, there was only the endless cold wind of the Northland.

The Germans suffered heavy casualties and rivers of blood on the way to the charge. A sharp, heavy javelin was stuck like a demonic scythe into the Germanic warrior's body, in his hand, and even on the top of his head.

Burda took the lead, rushing to the front of everyone, the sharp two-handed greatsword slashed down in the air, the legionnaires held the shield to block, but the long sword directly sank into the edge of the shield, and the Roman infantry helmet hiding behind the shield slashed deeply. Blood immediately stained the sword in the Great Chief's hand.

On the battle front, all the Germans frantically pounced on the Legion's shield wall, while the Legion's defense, which had long been ready for action, stood still. The Germanic people were in high spirits, but the hunger and pain of the days had caused the warriors to lose their physical strength and lack the courage and strength they had in the decisive battle against the Roman legions.

The shield barrier of the Romans showed no sign of loosening under the Germanic beasts, while the Germanic people were quickly overwhelmed. Morale is built on adequate food and clothing. No amount of courage can stop the invasion of hunger.

Then, in the face of the Germanic efforts to no avail, the centurions of the Roman legions blew the whistle for attack.

The legionary phalanx began to advance under the unified order, the soldiers in the front row clenched their large shields and violently slammed into the Germanic people, in front of the well-fed and high-spirited Roman legionary infantry, the weak Germanic warriors could no longer hold on, and were knocked to the ground by heavy shields one by one, and then, the advancing Roman legionnaires sent short swords into the bodies of these Germanic people again and again. The soldiers of the Roman legions fought for revenge and money, while the Germans fought for survival, and the two sides fought in a weeping battle in this savage and desolate land.

The Suebi, who had hunted Labinus, were now targeted by the Romans. The short sword stabbed through, and the blood-colored holes in the bodies of the fallen barbarian infantry were pierced. Blood flowed all over the ground beneath his feet. With every step, you can splash blood. Five thousand Germanic warriors were slaughtered by two legions of Apis during this cold and windy winter.

A Germanic warrior tried to lift a stone and smash it at the Roman soldier in front of him, but the legionary infantry took the lead and shot through the body with a javelin, and the Germanic warrior fell without saying a word before he could scream, the broken spear was stuck in his chest, and the blood seeped from the broken wound, staining the barbarian warrior's whole body.

Some Germanic people who were fighting the trapped beasts pounced and slashed at the approaching Roman soldiers with axes, but they were taken by the shields of the Roman soldiers, and fought back fiercely, stabbing them in the abdomen and chest with a sword, and blood poured red from the broken bodies.

Burda slashed a sword into the face of a Roman soldier, blocked by the Roman soldier's shield, and then the barbarian chief quickly swung his long sword, and with another sword, severed the arms of the legionnaires, sending the soldiers' arms flying into the air. Dye the already bloodstained Grand Leader of Burda with an even more vivid red blood.

Another Roman soldier tried to fight back and kill the barbarian chief for a large bounty, but was beheaded by Burda in a rage. The heads of the Roman legionnaires flew out almost with a spin. The headless corpse immediately collapsed weakly. From the shattered neck, a large amount of blood spurted out.

However, such a bloody picture is all too familiar to the veterans of the legion. The battlefield was meant to be so brutal. Apis did not let the barbarians starve to death, but struck at the last moment, ending the war with swords and spears, not only for glory, but also to let the barbarians know the fate of rebellion against Rome.

"Don't leave a single mouth alive!"

The centurion shouted. Immediately, a dozen legionary infantry connected their shields and surrounded the Germanic Grand Chief Burda in the middle. Centurion Massalus then raised his javelin himself and aimed it at Burda, who was surrounded in the middle of the crowd. Sturdy armor and body, exquisitely crafted and two-handed greatsword, there is no doubt that Burda's ostentatious equipment made the Roman soldiers think with their butts, and they also knew that he was the great leader of the barbarians.

The Roman soldiers surrounded their shields in a circle and pressed closer. The centurion threw a deadly javelin, and the Grand Chief of Burda, who had no time to dodge, was shot in the thigh by a sharp legionary javelin. Blood flows.

He fell to his knees almost immediately.

However, a deep hatred of the Romans and a devastating attitude kept the barbarian chief in his place. His blood-colored eyes looked at the approaching Roman soldiers. No one dared to take a step closer. Maybe it's out of respect for the warriors, or maybe it's just fear of the manic beast.

The centurion then raised another javelin and aimed it at Bulda's sturdy back.

Almost immediately, Burda was about to close his eyes when another spear struck, and the Roman heavy javelin pierced his back and guts. The blood in his body was gushing wildly. Bulda supported his body with his sword, but then used all his strength to launch another round of "onslaught......

His great sword struck the shields of the Roman soldiers, but it made a feeble clang. Then the centurion gave the order to attack. A dozen Roman soldiers rushed forward and sent their short swords into the body of the barbarian chieftain who had no ability to resist. A sword sliced through the skin and tore the internal organs, until Burda was pierced with countless holes all over his body, and his flesh and blood fell to the ground......