The flaming shells continued to strike, falling into the rear of the British tribal army, cutting off their path.

On the front line, the Ninth Army and the ferocious British infantry launched a fierce battle, and the two armies huddled together, like two tides of equal momentum, colliding with each other, stirring up bloody waves.

Blood-soaked and barbarian soldiers screaming and falling to the ground, the Romans' impregnable shield walls stood like a rock in front of the Confederate Britannica, and cut off their last hope. Climbing over this human wall, they can reach the warm south and gain access to land, farmland, cattle and sheep. Get supplies and food. Unable to climb over it, all the Tribal soldiers will die on the parched land.

Torles roared and swung his broadsword down a Roman soldier in front of him, then kicked him over, the terrifying blade quickly piercing down, pinning the legionary infantryman to the dirt. Blood flooded his ankles. Then, he was squeezed by more of his people, and beyond the shield walls of the Ninth Legion, countless Celts swung axes and swords struck, and those heavily armed Roman veterans hid behind their shields, guarding this critical line of defense. Their daggers aimed at the enemy's lower abdomen and underbelly, and then, seeing the right moment, coldly stabbed out from behind their shields, disemboweling the Celtic soldiers. Blood and entrails flowed all over the ground, and the bare entrails of the wounded Celts were even clearly visible.

On the front line, the scene of blood was staged, and in the rear, dead British soldiers were lying all over the ground, their bodies were either stuck in the heavy javelins of the Roman legions, or they were separated by artillery bullets, or they were lying on the ground with incomplete limbs and bleeding to death. And all around them, there was a constant burning fire.

At this moment, a majestic trumpet sound came from outside the main battlefield, and the Ninth Legion, which had dealt with the Britons, knew that it was the sound of the British chariot charging. Obviously, in such a large-scale battle, almost the last, the Britons would surely send all their possessions, including the three hundred taels of humble British chariots.

The horses dragged the improvised carriages and sprinted wildly, and the three hundred British chariots ran like a gust of wind on the flanks of the Roman legions, rolling up the dust.

And the Ninth Legion, on its part, is also ready to fight to the death.

Maximus personally led the team, leading a huge regiment of Gallic cavalry, pouring out of the heights. The horses ran over the gentle slope and headed straight for the position where the British chariot charged. The Roman soldiers on the flanks instinctively raised their shields and used their javelins as makeshift spears, ready to meet them at any time. However, before they could meet them, the cavalry of the Roman legions had already rushed to the British chariot group with a shout. A thousand Gallic cavalry and three hundred Germanic cavalry, like a black rainstorm, overwhelmed three hundred crumbling British chariots in an instant...... Although at the moment of rushing to the chariot, many cavalrymen were shaken away by the strong force of recoil, and the horse's hooves were cut by sharp axle knives. But the imposing cavalry of the legion still surrounded the Britons in the middle and slaughtered them.

Chariots could not easily turn around, while cavalry could turn flexibly, and with the advantage of numbers, the riders of a British chariot had to face the spurs of four or five legions of cavalry at the same time, and soon, these dilapidated chariots were literally a pile of scrap. Dead Celtic riders lay all over the battlefield, trampled beyond recognition by the hooves of the cavalry horses of the Ninth Legion.

The brutal fighting continued all morning, and the Celts fought less and less, and corpses piled up on the forward positions of the Ninth Army. Known as the ghost wolf, Torles fought at the forefront, his hair and face were stained with thick blood, I don't know if it was the blood of Roman soldiers or his own people. In the end, all his companions were dead, and none of them were killed, and they retreated desperately, running deep into the forest, and Torles, the great chief of the alliance, knew that he had been defeated. There is no room for redemption.

In desperation, he saw the tribal chiefs who had fought alongside him before, riding Roman horses, standing on a high place, looking at the slaughtered Celts below, blood flowing.

"I curse you! Weak crawlers! ”

Torles roared, and a heavy Pyrrhus javelin pierced his shoulder blade...... The barbarian leader fell to his knees with a scream. Around him, hundreds of bloodied Roman soldiers gathered. Holding a short sword that was still dripping blood in his hand, then, without waiting for Torles to scream, a dozen legion veterans rushed forward and stabbed at Torles's exhausted body with sharp short swords, until the body was stabbed with a thousand holes and flesh and blood blurred.

……

"I have to do something."

When the news of the defeat of the coalition of British tribes reached Gaul, Appis, who was located in the city of Lugdunum, finally landed a stone in his heart. Then he walked over to his desk and began drafting the fundraising proposal.

Appis prepared to march south and attack Octavian......

Military spending and the cost of building up legions became a top priority. To this end, Appis intended to borrow again from his own legions, from his own soldiers.

"Brothers, you are all veterans who have followed me for many years, from the time of the expedition to Germania to the present, many of us have unfortunately died, and those who survived have become heroes. At least the warriors who survived a hundred battles. But, after so many years, the war is not over, the barbarians have threatened the borders of the republic again and again, and now, they have been eliminated, however, in the south, there is another person, who wants to exterminate us. He instigated the Senate to accuse us of being a bunch of butchers, accusing us of being a bunch of barbarians, of being a bunch of nouveau riche, of robbing the land and property of the Republic. That man was Octavian. It is true that as the heir of Julius Caesar, the halo above his head is so dazzling, but who knows how reliable the authenticity of that suicide note is? Now, this proud youth wants to destroy us, and I, with my most elite troops, have to fight against it. ”

On a sunny spring morning, Apis stood in front of the Grand Place Mars, giving an "exciting" pre-war speech. Of course, there is only one purpose - to borrow money......

"No, no! This is a provocation! ”

The GIs below shouted.

Appis then raised his right hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet. It's almost a routine speech, and I'm tired of seeing the routine, but the speech still has to be carried out, which is an essential part. Like the annual election to the Parliament or the Roman Senate, life is full of routines every day, and yet, you still have to carry it out.

"Brothers, I will unleash an all-out war against Italy, against Octavian. However, I already had no money, or rather, my fortune was not enough to sustain us until we hit Italy, to Rome. However, we must go back, we will go back, Rome is our home, our spiritual and physical home, and we will return to wherever we come out. Romulus created that great city, and we can't abandon it. Therefore, I am here to earnestly ask for financial assistance from all of you. With thirty percent interest, I will fulfill my promise, and when I retake Rome, it will be the day when your worth will skyrocket! ”

Appis was full of routines on the stage, and offstage, the veterans of the Gallic Legion had already been agitated. The point is not about Octavian, but about the thirty percent interest and the impulse to go south. After being suppressed for so long, their leader was finally determined to take them back to Italy, to retake Rome, and with that thirty percent interest, if the war went well, and as Apis said, he would fulfill his promise, then there was no doubt that after the capture of Rome, the legions would make a fortune. At that time, the prostitutes of the whole city of Rome will probably have to serve this legion.

But the soldiers were also worried about whether Apis could really afford the 30% interest? It has surpassed the standards of usury......