The next day, when a large number of Britons had once again poured into the heights, and by this time the legionary infantry had all been trapped in the battle of beasts, and Appis stood in the center of the circular formation, and Emma stood beside him, raising his spear, ready to throw his spear at the rushing British. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe infantry of the various legions around him were already drenched in blood, and the dried blood coagulated on their hair, and on their faces, they formed terrible blood shackles, exuding a strong smell of blood.

They are like warriors who have risen from the pile of the dead, and Appis feels such an atmosphere, such a scene, just like the legend of the five heroes of Langya Mountain that he heard when he was a child before the crossing...... It's just that the current Roman infantry phalanx has not only five people, but more than 300 people, and this small high ground is full, with three rows of people standing in a circular formation, and the outermost soldiers have fierce eyes, there is no doubt that they have experienced this vicious battle, bloody battle. They will also become veterans of the Legion.

It's just that Apis didn't understand that the Britons could have besieged the Roman army in this high ground by means of siege, but why after only a day of siege, these barbarians began to charge brainlessly again. Attacking from the bottom up, the Roman infantry was protected by a shield wall, and these Celts had to pay a high price to wipe out such a small Roman army, why did the British leader suddenly change his mind? This was something that Appis was puzzled by.

But anyway, the barbarians launched a fierce attack in the early hours of the morning......

This time there was really no way back, a situation worse than a desperate battle, retreat meant death, and the remaining 380 Roman infantry on the high ground understood this truth.

When the barbarians rushed up, Apis clenched his fine Roman short sword and stabbed the Briton in the chest, he couldn't remember how many people he had killed on the battlefield, Apis only felt that in the Legion, killing was so mechanical, just like all the legionnaires here, they had also felt terrified by the assassination of the first enemy when they joined the army, but when killing had become the norm, and blood had become a liquid that had to be seen in daily life, everything became natural.

Yesterday's village life was no longer alive, and now, here, the Roman legionnaires saw only countless barbarians, and their homeland was far away, and their relatives and wives were probably cooking a bowl of hot broth in another world, waiting for themselves to return home and be reunited with them......

Battlefield of Pathos......

Blood splattered, and the blood of the barbarians flowed from Appis's helmet. Leaning over to dodge, and with another sword, Apis sent the short sword into the throat of a British soldier in front of him. He didn't have time to look at the barbarian soldier's painful expression, so he pulled out the short sword mercilessly, with a broken wound, and the British warrior clutched his neck, but the blood still came out, and his whole body was red with no control.

When another barbarian warrior came with a big axe, Emma's spear projected, piercing his body, and the battle was so bloody that the legionnaires had no room to retreat, and the Britons were going to force the Roman soldiers to die.

In a short time, the periphery of the ring formation was once again covered with the dense corpses of the Britons, their limbs had been cut off, and the red-eyed Roman soldiers were like beasts, they were doing a real battle of trapped beasts.

The blood-mist-filled forest, the red-eyed Roman soldiers, the British soldiers, and the long song of mourning.

"There is no hope, kill it, kill it with me, brothers, you are the pride of Rome!"

In front of him, under the entire hillside, there were dense barbarians like a tide, and in the bloody battle, Apis felt hopeless.

In the blood mist, Apis roared out the saddest moment of the legion, and all the Roman soldiers, led by the centurion, launched a final assault on the barbarians......

This was not a rational defense, but a suicide attack knowing that there was no hope, and three hundred Roman legionnaires, under the fanatical call, rushed down the heights.

Appis rushed to the front, and after the shield slammed into one of the Celtic infantrymen, the dagger stabbed into the abdomen of the other barbarian, and pulled it out brutally, pulling back the shield and striking the next Celtic infantryman......

In the dawn sun, the armor of the Roman soldiers reflected a little white light, like a silver ribbon in the forest, surging in the black crowd......

"For Rome!"

Appis saw the last thing he saw was an army of barbarians at the foot of the hillside, and then the barbarians' massive warhammers swooped down on him.

All memories of this battle are stuck in this moment.

However, when Apis awoke, he found himself lying on a white hospital bed, surrounded by Roman officers and the familiar face of Rabienus.

"Child, you are the pride of Rome."

Rabienus leaned over and smiled. Appis felt that his surroundings were so unfamiliar, compared to the black and bloody forests of Britain in his memory, the environment here was as comfortable as heaven, and several servants were bringing the broth that had been prepared long ago. The physician is always by his side.

Appis felt the bones all over his body ache as soon as he got together, especially the pain coming from the top of his head, almost numb.

"Lie down, child. Appis, you're still very weak. ”

Rabienus was still smiling in concern.

"How did I get here?"

Appis felt dizzy, memories like fragments in a little bit of a collection, the British forest, the barbarians, the last legionary infantry, Sekras, Emma? These fragments are running at high speed, coming together little by little. gradually formed a bloody and tragic picture.

"You've been in a coma for four days, Appis, and four days ago, the Britons besieged your troops outside the camp, and Dennis rushed out to inform us. Caesar sent his cavalry and quickly rushed to the battlefield, and the Britons fled into the forest with our combined efforts. You have succeeded in keeping the army and suppressing the British offensive for almost half a month, and you are the pride of Rome. Caesar even happily intends to promote you to the position of chief centurion. ”

Appis reminisced, and Rabienus explained happily.

Everything seems to have happened yesterday, but four days have passed. Appis feels that his journey through time is still like a legendary movie, countless times he has been reborn in a desperate predicament, each time it was enough to kill himself, but each time he was lucky to survive.

"How many of my people have survived?"

After a brief moment of rejoicing, Apis remembered as if he had been electrocuted whether all the legionary infantry who had fought alongside him that day had survived.

"Two hundred, only two hundred, Apis, you've done your best."

Rabienus's expression changed from excitement to seriousness and solemnity. Obviously, he didn't want Appis to recall this time, this story. It was a hellish nightmare.

"And the slaves?"

"Why do you care about those barbarian slaves? But since you care about them, I can tell you responsibly that only three Germanic people survived, and one of them, they said was your slave. A girl. ”

Rabbi Enus's words calmed Appis's heart for a moment, and Emma was not dead...... But why did he suddenly care so much about the life or death of that barbarian girl?