"Roar, roar, roar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the forest at night, there was a terrifying beast-like roar. On the edge of the Black Glades, a number of weak Germanic tribes are forming an alliance to resist the invasion of the Roman legions. After Antony withdrew from the Italian battlefield, Apis also withdrew his legions from northern Italy, and continued to attack the barbarians in the north, occupying more villages and lands. A coalition of Germanic tribes, led by the Sekanics, gathered at the edge of the forest, desperately resisting the advance of the Roman legions.

"Damn it! What is it? ”

A legion veteran held a shield and instinctively blocked the barbarian javelin in the night sky, but on the javelin of the Roman legion, there was a bloody head. The soldiers knew that it was the head of their dead comrade. A week ago, the convoy that was collecting grain and hunting at the edge of the forest inexplicably disappeared, and now it was realized that it was captured by the local barbarians and cut off its head as a sharp weapon to intimidate the legion.

Some of the recruits were so frightened that their bloody heads were thrown from the Roman legions' own javelins, and some were even crawling with bedbugs and rotting.

"Appis, the barbarians are arrogant, and it is estimated that it will be another bitter battle to conquer these small tribes that are as many as ants."

Standing at the rear of the battlefield, Maxim looked melancholy, looking at the dense tribal alliance at the edge of the forest, and fell into deep thought. At night, the barbarian torches connected the entire battle line, like a fiery snake swimming on the black sea.

"No, there is no need for blood, my friend. The barbarians have been bought by me, and three powerful tribes among them have accepted my bribes, and I have promised them that after the war they will give them a third of the cattle and population of this land, and make them kings here. The original land of the three tribes will be doubled as a result, but the weaker tribes will be swallowed up. It's a reasonable deal. ”

In the night, two elite legion guards stood beside Appis, seriously raising the torches of illumination, and the light of the fire shone on the face of the Roman legion commander, revealing an irresistible deterrent. Appis said, looking at the undulating barbarian alliance not far away, at the edge of the flatland. I felt a moment of silence for the victims of these times.

“…… It turns out that you have arranged everything, so after the war, those barbarians will kill each other? ”

Maxim asked, frowning.

"No, they don't kill each other, they will leave the battlefield after the war is agreed, and then leave us to fight the ant-like tribes. Maxim, you must know that the withdrawal of these three tribes from the battlefield means that the Germanic group on the opposite side will be reduced by half, and then we can besiege them and slaughter them if they are not willing to surrender. ”

Appis said as he paced back and forth on the muddy ground of late summer.

"In that case, I'll prepare the rockets for the siege."

The rocket mentioned by Maxim is not actually a firearm that appeared in later generations, but a simple firefighting device invented by Appis. The crossbow arrows used by the Roman legions were modified, and the middle of the big arrow was no longer a solid wooden structure, but a hollow structure that was hollowed out, filled with burning materials, asphalt, grease or sulfur, and the arrows were light and thin metal products, and wooden willow nails were punched at the junction between the arrows and the arrow body, imitating the principle of the Roman heavy javelin, when the long arrow hit the human body or shield, the wooden willow nails were easy to break, so that the arrow and the arrow body fell off, so that a large amount of fuel would be splashed out, causing mass destruction to the crowd.

The "rockets" were still fired from ballistas, and throughout the heights, Apis had arranged this heavy weapon for firing fiery arrows in advance. Of course, the barbarians didn't know it, and they were still shouting loudly on the side of the forest, making the last gestures and roars before the battle.

At the same time, the Thirteenth Legion led by Labinus was already under the small high ground, ready to standby, and all the legionary infantry lined up in a neat phalanx, forming an impermeable shield wall, advancing side by side according to traditional tactics.

"Roar, roar, roar."

A moment later, as the last roar came, a large number of Germanic barbarians poured out of the forest. Like the barbarians of the past, these Germanic people wore almost no clothing, a few in various animal skins or animal pelts, and a few in fine heavy armor, roaring and charging through the crowd.

And there is no doubt that these few hoplites are the noble elite of the Germanic people, few in number, but very impressive in combat.

At the same time as the large Germanic forces, there were also their cavalry. These Germanic tribes gathered all their cavalry together and fought collectively. Riding on their dwarf horses, they fearlessly charged from all directions towards the Roman heavy infantry phalanx. You must know that the light cavalry attacking the dense heavy infantry phalanx head-on is often the rhythm of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, but the Germanic barbarians are such a primitive and barbaric people, they are not afraid of swords and blood......

Maxim and Crassus the Younger were responsible for such a task, intercepting the Germanic cavalry before a large-scale battle.

In the night, the barbarian cavalry charged like the roar of wild beasts, and at this time, through the overlook of the high ground, Apis could clearly see that after a wave of fierce charges, tens of thousands of Germanic warriors remained at the edge of the forest, stayed in place, and retreated into the forest in an orderly manner.

"It's time to fire our firearms, Levius."

Then, Apis, bathed in the moonlight, showed a sly smile. When Levius received the order, he drew his sword and let out a loud shout. The buckle plates of dozens of ballistas were pressed at the same time, and the winches squeaked and groaned in pain because of the friction of the ropes, and then, a large number of ignited crossbow arrows were ejected, and the flames burned violently in the quiver, and the dense rain of arrows instantly lit up the dark night sky.

This kind of picture is not the first time Apis has seen it, but it is more gorgeous than before, but under the brilliant picture, there is endless bloody killing.

The rain of arrows with Mars fell from the sky, making a terrifying whistling sound, and the Germanic barbarian soldiers, who were still looking at the night sky one moment, suddenly understood what was going on the next moment. They raised their shields or dodged the rain of arrows. However, it was too late. The "rocket" of the Romans was like the wrath of the king of Thor, which struck the whole earth in an instant, and in an instant, the whole earth was set on fire......