"Hold the line, brothers!"

Apis stood at the head of the city, looking at the large wave of impending attacks in the distance, and his heart couldn't help but sweat. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Although I have faced such a scene in Gaul, I have experienced such a scene myself, but after so much time, enjoying myself in the luxurious aristocratic villas of Rome, I have a little fear and anxiety about the war.

The legionnaires on the tower had reloaded stone bullets and crossbows into the slots of their ballistas, and the Creek archers had seized the rare opportunity to rest, their arms aching from the long tug, and beneath the camp were already heaped with the corpses of the Brutus mercenaries, but they still had a staggering number of troops.

In the afternoon, the tortoiseshell array covered the large army to fill the ravine, and then a large number of Brutus' legionnaires set up ladders to start a new siege.

Countless javelins flew in the air again, black asphalt was sprinkled on the walls, the soldiers threw torches, and set the ground below the walls on fire, and then, the ignition legionnaires screamed in pain and ran wildly, the flames wrapped around them, the heavy armor restrained their movements, and many fell weakly before they could take off their armor, and their bodies burned with fierce flames. There was a pungent smell of burning in the air.

In front of the fortifications of Appis, a protective belt of flames appeared...... Entrated, Brutus ordered the catapults to be erected, while the troops at the front continued their advance under the frantic orders of the commander. When the flames were extinguished, a large number of legionnaires and infantry rushed up again, and they kept pounding the gates of the camp with battering rams, and the whole gate was trembling, and sawdust was constantly falling from above the gates, and Seklas had led many veterans to crouch behind the gates, ready to fight to the death.

Immediately, amid the sound of restless footsteps, Brutus' mercenaries gradually climbed the earthen wall defended by the veterans of the Tenth Legion. However, what awaited them was another deadly defense tool for the Roman legions. The nail logs that Appis had made by the soldiers in advance were now thrown off the tower under the manipulation of the slaves. The terrifying weight made many of Brutus' soldiers even give up climbing and jump straight off the ladder. It turned out that they were right, and the legionnaires who were still on the ladder were instantly overwhelmed by the powerful weight of the rolling logs, and the entire ladder was broken and pressed to the ground, and the legionnaires who were hit were even more miserable, with flesh and blood falling into mud and iron nails piercing these soldiers, and blood splattering everywhere.

Even the thick logs dragged the entire corpse as they rolled, and as the logs rolled together, the Brutus mercenaries fled in terror in front of the terrifying images.

Countless Brutus mercenaries died under the walls......

However, the commander of the opposing side was a madman...... He gave the order not to retreat, and whoever retreated, he personally stepped forward, resulting in the deserter's life.

In front was the terrifying city defenses, behind were the frenzied commanders, and a group of warlords. The hired soldiers were driven into battle again like a herd of livestock...... Under the rounds of attacks, the mercenaries finally climbed to the top of the walls of the camp.

The two sides engaged in a bloody battle at the head of the city.

Rabbi Annus yelled and slashed the shoulder of a Roman soldier climbing a ladder, and then stabbed him in the eye with a sword, and the dead legionnaire fell without a struggle, rolling over the head of the legionnaire who was following him, and then the entire platoon of legionnaires fell with him. However, the situation in other places is not so rosy, where Appis is located, there are already a large number of Brutus legion infantry pouring into the city, the same equipment and weapons, so that the battle goes so slowly, but so cruel and bloody, the Roman short sword is not often fatal if it is not stabbed in the fatal part, which leads to many people still fighting after being wounded and bleeding, they cover the wound where the bleeding is bleeding, and after simple bandaging, they continue to hold on to the front line if they can still fight.

Appis used his shield to block an attack by a Brutus mercenary, and then stabbed his opponent in the belly with his right short sword. With a scream of pain, the body of the mercenary of the Brutus Legion was completely glued to Appis's body, and under his abdomen, there was a gushing stream of blood. The assassinated mercenary fell on top of Apis in pain, his mouth constantly spitting red and white blood foam, and then Apis pressed his shield against the opponent's body, and then pulled the short sword away from the opponent's body. The snow-white blade was dyed bright red, and the blood was dripping thickly, making it a hellish scene.

On the side of Sekras, the situation was not optimistic, the gate of the camp was breached, a large number of legionary mercenaries poured into the camp, under the same tactics, both sides held large shields and short swords to assassinate each other, on the battle line, there was splashing blood everywhere, the body of the legion infantry was stabbed to a thousand holes, a veteran of the tenth legion was even besieged to death by several mercenaries of Brutus, the sharp short sword stabbed down with a sword, broke the hamstrings, pierced the ribs, pierced the chest, and finally cut the throat, so bloody battles unfolded in every part of the barracks.

The recruits' illusions of war were shattered at this moment, and what they saw was not a hero who was a hundred enemies, the god of war, but ordinary and savage ordinary people, who one moment picked the throat of the enemy with the weapon in their hands, and the next moment they were cut off by the enemy's short sword, and when the thick blood spurted out, all that was left was a bloody slaughter, like a butcher mercilessly ending the life of an animal.

Appis rolled close to a Thracian warrior before his dagger stabbed from the bottom up, slicing his crotch in a shameless battle, but one that could only be done for his life.

The bloody battle lasted all day, and until it was dark, Brutus' mercenaries were unable to completely break through the defenses of the Appis organization. Carried off the battlefield by several loyal veterans, his hands still clenched with his short sword, trembling and reciting unclear words in his mouth, Cassius hurried over to calm Brutus' emotions.

On Appis's side, the situation is not optimistic, it should be said that it is very bad, ninety percent of the people in the barracks have been injured in hand-to-hand combat during the day, and about thirty percent of the soldiers have been unable to move, and it is still unknown whether they can survive tonight despite serious injuries. If Brutus organized another offensive tomorrow like the one he had done during the day, Appis knew that he would not be able to carry it. All hope naturally lies in the arrival of reinforcements from Antony and Octavian.