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The outer wall had been breached, and Apis shouted for the team to pull down. Not far away, Roman legions' heavily armed ranged weapons were already throwing stones and arrows at the area. Giant arrows pierced the shields of the Gallic soldiers, pinning them to the wall!

Caesar personally commanded the general's guard, surrounded the gap, and several Roman hundreds, forming a dense shield wall at the gap, kept approaching the rushing Gallic army.

"Shields converge, stay in formation!"

The centurion shouted. Caesar rode behind the Roman soldiers, and his bright red cloak marked Caesar's location. aroused the most fanatical courage of the legionnaires, however, such obvious equipment and clothing also became the target of attacks by Gallic hunters.

"Steady!"

Rabienus shouted, and the sky kept flying stones, spilling behind the wall, where there were many crazy and bloodthirsty Gauls, the Roman soldiers did not know.

Caesar turned over and dismounted, and with the only general guard, all joined the hand-to-hand combat.

"Are you willing to fight for me?"

"Caesar!"

Caesar shouted, and all the Roman soldiers shouted in response. The mood at the scene was almost boiling, whether it was the barbarian soldiers or the Roman legionnaires, they all indulged in the feast of blood. Killing, constant killing, with blood on everyone's faces, Roman daggers cut the skin of the enemy and pierced into the heart of the Gauls, while the Gallic warriors, with their battle axes, cut off the shoulders of the legionary infantry. Everything is so tragic. On the one hand, it was for the sake of its own leaders, for the liberation of the Gauls, on the other hand, for honor, for money, for the survival of the legionary infantry.

They squeezed each other, and Caesar stood with the lowest rank of legionary infantry. Even like all Roman legionary infantry, the battle was at the forefront.

From time to time, Gallic soldiers rushed to the supreme commander of the Roman legions, wielding their heavy axes, and Caesar fought with great difficulty, his ornate short sword piercing the heart of a Celtic warrior, and then pulling it out and plunging into the shoulder of another Gallic infantryman.

The white blade was dyed scarlet blood. Blood dripped down the tip of the sword, like a bloodthirsty slaughtering beast.

On the inside wall, Vicintoli was organizing the only men in Alesia to take up arms and frantically attack the inner wall of the Roman legion's siege network. The Gallic soldiers, who had been hungry for three days and three nights, charged weakly, and their bodies were even staggering. It was treated as a wild beast by the Roman soldiers on the wall, and was shot as a prey. Countless heavy javelins, light spears, filled the land outside the city of Alesia.

40,000 against 250,000 Gallic coalition. If it weren't for these complex traps, tall walls, the Roman legions would not have been able to do it.

Appis ran down the outer wall, which had been occupied by the Gauls. Caesar led the legionnaires on the inside of the wall, making a final resistance.

The stones, thrown by the Roman heavy catapults, smashed through the brains of countless Gauls in its path. The brains were mixed with blood and splashed continuously. The hired archers of Rome were almost exhausted, their muscles stiff and sore from the long stretch. Caesar temporarily doubled his salary and asked everyone to continue fighting.

"Labiaenus, go to Antony, let him take all the cavalry, find a gap and rush out, go to the perimeter, and assassinate the elders of those tribes, the commanders. Fast! ”

In the midst of the scuffle, Caesar shouted to Rabienus beside him. Blood was pouring down his face, and it was clear that even with the presence of the leader, the few Roman soldiers would not be able to defeat such a large Gallic coalition. And at such a moment, Caesar could only temporarily adjust his tactics again, pinning his hopes of victory on the cavalry.

Almost identical to the historical Battle of Alesia, Apis stood in the crowd, wiping the blood from his face from time to time, and the Germanic cavalry, led by Antony's Lepida, shouted and rushed out of the crowd. Rush out of the wall.

The Roman legionnaires in the walls had to endure the endless bloody battles throughout the day.

We fought in blood-soaked battlefields. This sentence turned out to be not a verse. When the corpses of the Gauls were stacked in front of the Roman legionary phalanx, the Gallic soldiers who followed later even stepped on the corpses of their companions and jumped onto the Roman legionary phalanx, and then, the new corpses, together with the old corpses, flowed out with blood, and each legionnaire was completely stained with blood. Every step of the way is a corpse, a stump and a broken arm, and a sea of blood.

"Sekras! Sekras! ”

In the melee, Apis almost lost his sense of direction, here, everywhere was exactly the same scene, everywhere were Roman soldiers and Gauls covered in blood, Apis wanted to find his soldiers and let them continue to form a phalanx to fight, however, the terrifying battlefield, the crowd was almost crazy. Losing his mind, as long as he saw that he was wearing the clothes of a barbarian, he stabbed it with a sword, and as long as he saw the chain mail of the legion on his body and the legion shield in his hand, he came up and fought side by side. Here, all the hundred-man teams have almost disrupted the formation.

However, even though Appis shouted loudly, there was no response from Sekras. Only the golden eagle banner was still planted on the pile of Gaul corpses, and a legionary veteran stood upright like a statue covered in blood and mud. Overhead, arrows and stone projectiles whizzed, and the entire sky was stained with blood.

The Battle of Alesia, although Apis did not change anything, but its tragedy still taught Apis a good lesson. War can go on so far......

When it was dark, the trumpets of the Germanic cavalry sounded, and it was only by this time that the Gauls knew that they were surrounded by the Roman army.

The Germanic madmen, every time they killed a Gallic patriarch or elder, cut off their heads, hung them on their horses, neighed and galloped, and the heads collided with each other at the feet of the Germanic cavalry, and the blood was spilled all over the ground, and the Gallic soldiers lost the courage to resist in a horrible scene.

The killing of the patriarch, the fall of the banner meant the death of the leader, and the bloodthirsty slaughter of the Germanic cavalry, the savage charge, finally broke down the psychological defenses of the Gauls.

The collapse of a small clan at the beginning triggered a demoralization of four or five surrounding tribes, and then the psychology of the Great Exodus affected more Gallic tribes. Perhaps there were only 500 Germanic cavalry attacking the Gauls' position, but the Gauls fled in large numbers, making the remaining Gauls, who were still fighting in Roman legions, feel that the Germanic cavalry numbered thousands, or even tens of thousands. Panic spread among the Gallic coalition until eventually, half of the Gauls dropped their weapons...... (To be continued.) )