On a dreary April day on the coast of North Africa, with torrential rains and dark clouds forming on the sea, 30,000 Roman soldiers, Numidian cavalry, and Germanic cavalry were slowly gathering on the battlefield, approaching each other. Like black squares, they roared like huge waves.

The sea breeze blew the earth, rolling up the dust, and the sky gradually began to rain lightly.

"Stay in formation and march in unison!"

Klein, the chief centurion of the Seventh Legion of Appis, stood at the forefront of the phalanx, roaring loudly, directing the first line of battle to slowly approach the enemy. They had an advantage in numbers and morale, with the Seventh and Eighth Army Corps plus the Germanic auxiliaries, and Appis's troops numbering more than 20,000 men, while Agrippa had only about 8,000 troops, and most of them were local freedmen, and their combat effectiveness was worrying.

Therefore, Appis arranged the legions in a long line, and all men marched in unison, so that the two wings were clearly much wider than the other. As long as the middle lane held out for a while, the narrow flanks could easily encircle Agrippa's legions.

And Agrippa also knew that if he wanted to break through Appis's front today, he had to break through. Numerical weakness is unavoidable.

Amid the shouts and trumpets in the sky, the main phalanx of the 7th and 8th Corps gradually approached Agrippa's Italian heavy infantry corps. As always, the brutal images of ancient warfare, countless javelins and spears flew indiscriminately in the area where the two armies were fighting. The same seasoned veterans, the same tactics and arrangements. Javelins rained down, and all the legion heavy infantry in the front of the two armies instantly raised their big shields to protect them. At the moment of the javelin's attack, he half-knelt and raised his shield diagonally above his head.

The next moment, the dense javelins struck the soldiers' shield walls, making a tinkling and tinkling sound. Only a handful of hapless soldiers fell in this round of javelin fire. And more soldiers directly drew their short swords and rushed towards the other party.

The two narrow lines of soldiers soon collided together, and the screams of soldiers and the sound of weapons colliding were everywhere. The air was filled with the smell of blood and the stench of sweat. All of them were reduced to bloodthirsty beasts in this battle.

Centurion Naris slashed his sword at the onrushing enemy soldiers, the tip of the sword piercing the enemy's throat, and blood spilled out and sprayed on his face, making the centurion look like a wolf that had just eaten, and his face was full of blood. Then, without waiting for the soldier to clutch his throat and fall in pain, Naris's sword stabbed the skin of the soldier's back through the back of his neck, and blood poured out, staining the warrior's whole body red.

On the other side of the battlefield, Crane held a scepter in one hand and a sophisticated short sword in the other, and once again went into battle in person. The Roman soldiers on the opposite side came up with shields and tried to assassinate the legionary commander-level general, but they were beaten by Crane's scepter and short sword to the face, and they were unable to parry, until they fell, and their bodies were already scratched out of shape. Blood continued to flow from the shattered body. This is the fierce beast that has been fighting in the arena for many years, and the warrior who has escaped death in the Germanic battlefield, and everyone does not dare to despise his existence. When another enemy soldier tried to get up and assassinate, he was stabbed directly in the waist by the legionnaire beside Crane, and when he fell, he was reinforced, and the legionnaire's short sword stabbed into his mouth, and blood splattered.

And more often than not, the battle line is filled with the sound of swords waving and colliding. The same Roman legions, the same equipment and tactics, made both sides fight like an iron wall, and the short sword hit the shield wall with a sonorous and powerful knocking sound, but it failed to hurt the soldiers behind the big shield. They huddled together until they were getting closer, their shields almost fitting their shields, wrestling with each other, coldly stabbing their cold daggers from their sides, stabbing each other in the abdomen or waist. The sound of killing filled every corner of the battlefield, like a hellish nightmare, with blood and screams everywhere.

On the entire flank, Agrippa's skirmishers were no match for the Eighth Corps. The newly drafted local militia threw the Roman legionary phalanx with improvised spears, but some of them could not even use spears, and the javelins they threw were so weak that they only fell in front of the infantry of the Eighth Legion. Slam to the ground like a fishing rod.

Then, the militia of Lepotis, who had no combat experience, led by Agrippa's officers, launched a suicidal charge against Appis's regular legions.

"Brothers, hold on to your shields. They are a swarm of inexperienced ants, and they will be defeated with just one blow. Defend in place! ”

The centurions of the Eighth Regiment shouted and whistled. The phalanx of the advancing corps suddenly stopped. Unify the shield outward. Before the stragglers on the opposite side rushed up, all the second and third platoons of the legionnaires threw their javelins in unison.

This is the javelin rain of well-trained Roman legions......

Countless spears and javelins suddenly rained down, obscuring the white sunlight. The next moment, countless Lepotis militiamen were covered with wooden javelins and spears. Some of the heavy javelins broke in the soldiers' bodies, seriously injuring internal organs, and the militiamen who fell to the ground screamed loudly. A round of javelins were fired at each other, and the winner was already known.

The soldiers who were still charging held a thin shield, but the javelins whizzed past them from time to time, and their hearts were already trembling. Immediately, scattered local militia regiments rushed to the heavy infantry line of the Eighth Army Corps, which had long been on standby. But without fighting for a while, the melee fight turned into an overwhelming slaughter. Although the local militia was tempted and driven by money to take risks in battle, the Eighth Army was a regular army, and the hard training of the day developed iron discipline, and the power of the phalanx was evident in the face of a swarm of stragglers.

Thousands of men were slaughtered by javelins and daggers, and the soldiers of the Eighth Legion, stepping on the broken corpses and severed arms of the enemy, gradually surrounded the last of Agrippa's main army from both flanks. However, the development of the war did not show a miracle, and the Numidian cavalry led by Agrippa himself encountered the entanglement of the Apian Gallic cavalry and the Germanic cavalry, and was unable to exert its strength at all.

This time, however, the Germanic cavalry was also unable to crush the Numidian cavalry again. Because the weather ...... Summer in North Africa had arrived, and the Germanic peoples had long been active in the northern forests, adapted to the cold climate, and fought in the arid and hot Africa, and these barbarian cavalry soon lost their strength due to excessive sweating. Even if Appis thought of this, he was helpless, the war could not be achieved overnight, and he was lucky to be able to drive Agrippa to the east of Africa in early summer.