"For Rome, fight to the end!"

In the midst of the bloody battle, Apis rode across the rear of the legion's position, roaring loudly to boost the morale of the legion. A shot nearly hit the helmet, brushing Appis's face and disappearing into the night behind him.

In front of them, countless barbarians and Roman soldiers with torches were colliding, huddled together and fighting. The fight was so bloody and brutal. The law of survival of the fittest in this world applies not only to later generations, but also to the ancient Roman world more than 2,000 years ago. The barbarians fought for survival and freedom, and the Roman legions fought for wealth and glory.

Only the strong can survive.

The moment the spear pierced into the body, blood splattered from the soldier's body, and the barbarian infantry, who had been smashed by the heavy shield, struggled on the ground but was pierced by the terrible short sword.

And the fallen barbarian soldier, dying, pierced the soles of the Roman soldiers' feet with the daggers they carried.

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"Brothers, the hour of decisive battle has come, you have sworn allegiance to Appis, you have sworn allegiance to the legions, and now, the time has come to test your loyalty and courage, hold the spears in your hands, step on the stirrups under your feet, march towards the tide of darkness, charge towards the enemy, for the sake of Apis!"

The heavy infantry of the 10th, 7th, and 12th legions fought bloodily on the battlefield ahead, and in the rear, the Roman legionary cavalry, led by the cavalry commander Maximus, launched a fierce charge against the rear of the British coalition.

This was one of Appis's tactics, deliberately letting the cavalry march at the end of the line before the battle, when the battle began, the barbarian army came from all sides, and the rear troops were the easiest to break through, Maximus led the Germanic cavalry to rush out of the crowd and gather cavalry in the backfield. Then, in accordance with Appis's pre-war instructions, he charged from the rear of the British army and formed a counter-encirclement with the main army against the Britons.

At this moment, under the personal leadership of Maximus, three thousand Germanic cavalrymen, wearing heavy black armor and holding sharp legional cavalry spears, roared and charged from the other side of the mountain forest, like a group of fierce beasts.

With the mighty hooves of horses trampling the late autumn land, the wind of the British forests blowing in his ears, and the thrilling battle songs rising, Maximus raised his Roman knight's sword and rushed towards the dense and countless barbarian army in front of him.

Behind him, the Germanic cavalry, which was also extremely high-spirited, fearlessly rushed towards the Celtic army.

"Courage and honor!"

Maximus yelled.

Thousands of Germanic cavalry trampled towards the British coalition army, endless screams were heard in the air, blood and flesh splashed under the hooves of horses, and the Germanic cavalry destroyed the British infantry with absolute power.

After a little resistance, the improvised British army collapsed.

Many of the Celtic infantry who did not have time to flee were knocked down by the Germanic cavalry, savagely trampled under their feet, the horse's hooves splashed with blood, and the fallen British soldiers increased in piles, and the Celtic infantry who tried to block the charge of the Germanic cavalry were brutally cut off their heads or arms by the Germanic cavalry, these beasts on horseback were more ferocious than the British barbarians, blood-red eyes, golden hair, obviously, these cavalry were not Romans, but they were more bloodthirsty and brutal than the Romans.

Terror spreads on the fronts.

No one knows if these Germanic cavalry will rush to themselves in the next moment.

At the same time, the coalition of British tribes could not break through the main phalanx of the Roman legions, and the Roman heavy infantry phalanx, wrapped in iron armor and heavy shields, was as hard as a turtle shell rock, and axes and swords could not break the phalanx's defenses. The Roman legionnaires fought back from within the shield walls of the phalanx, and their short and powerful Roman daggers pierced through the cracks in the shield walls, slicing the arms and ankles of the British soldiers.

The battle was so stalemate that the Britons were unable to tear through the Roman legions' defenses, while Maximus led the Germanic cavalry through most of Britain's perimeter, occasionally charging at the dense crowds.

However, after all, the British coalition army has a large number, an army of 100,000 people, not 10,000 or 20,000, even if 100,000 head of livestock is slaughtered, it will take long enough, not to mention that these 100,000 people are still Celtic warriors armed with various weapons.

"Steady! Be patient, my fellow, and wait until the enemy's inner defenses completely collapse. ”

Inside the legion, Apis rolled over and dismounted, encouraging each centurion to continue the battle, and they had already fought several Romans in the midst of the Britons' howling, but the battle was not over. Irritability spread within the legion, and Appis knew that this mood could not be allowed to continue to spread, otherwise some soldiers would not obey orders. Appis's judgment was not actually based on the situation on the battlefield, but from his own years of combat experience, the Celts had been in battle for an equally long time, and the Roman legions had no worries, while the British soldiers did, and they had to keep an eye on their rear from time to time to see if the Roman cavalry appeared behind them.

That's the advantage, the psychological advantage.

The development of the war did not surprise Appis, as Maxim's Germanic cavalry continued to assault and harass the outlying British forces, who preceded the Roman soldiers in a state of psychological breakdown.

Many people took advantage of the darkness and fled into the forest.

Torles had hoped to launch a surprise attack at night to make the Roman soldiers flee into the forest out of fear, but now it seems that his own men have fled into the endless Black Forest out of fear...... And that's what gambling is all about.

"Great Chief, our soldiers are fleeing, and the manpower of many tribes has been reduced to less than half, and we won't be able to hold out for long!"

At the rear of the battlefield, the hunters of the tribe ran to Torles panting to report on the battle.

Torles himself saw what was happening at the front, and the warriors of the tribes, first from high morale to calm and numb, then to discouragement. Eventually, it evolves into fear.

Even the bravest warriors are terrified when countless stumps and severed arms are scattered on the narrow front, and the blood gathers into countless streams that flow through the battlefield and pass through the feet of the warriors, the elegy of the Black Forest.

"Retreat, retreat into the forest!"

Eventually, Toles gave the order for the entire withdrawal of the troops. Although the arrows still made their way through the woodland, nailed to the wooden shields, and clanged sounds, many of the barbarian soldiers began to retreat from exhaustion, dragging their bloody bodies or simply lying on the ground, dying.