The dark and damp basement, the dark and dark underground arena, Abyss charging on the tall Italian warhorse, the misty Germanic woods, faintly remembering the dark fragments of the past years, and then, in front of him, there appeared a dense number of uncountable human heads......

"Follow me, stay in formation, charge!"

In an instant, Abyss came out of his trance, and once again there was boundless rage and roars in his ears, shouting, Abyss tightened his knight's sword and rushed towards the rushing Germanic berserkers......

The sprinting horse crashed away with the tall Germanic warrior in front of him with a terrifying impact, and then, Abyss swung his sword sideways, using the speed and power of the horse's charge, to cut off the arm of a Germanic warrior who was blocking the side, and the severed arm took off, and the Germanic warrior fell screaming. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind Abys, thousands of legionary cavalry rushed to the large forces of the Germanic Cadian tribes who were fighting hard in the Roman heavy infantry phalanx. On the scene, the Roman heavy infantry phalanx besieged on three sides, and the Roman legionary cavalry entered the battlefield from the only gap, completely surrounding the Germanic Cadi tribe in the middle and destroying it.

Countless arrows and stone projectiles smashed into the center of the crowd until the power of the Roman heavy infantry slowly penetrated the center. The Roman long-range troops stopped firing. And Abys's heavy cavalry troops went on a rampage, crushing the barbarian lightly armed forces.

When rushing to the crowded central area, Abyss found that the barbarians had attacked this time, and it was the whole tribe that poured out, and in the center of the barbarian crowd were countless crazy screaming women, and there was no doubt that it was their husbands who rushed ahead, and in despair, they took up daggers and short swords, and advanced and retreated with the tribe.

"Fight! For Rome! ”

Periphery, Klein continued to roar loudly and commanded the whole regiment to attack, encircling and suppressing this lonely tribe, they were sixty or seventy thousand, and Abyss finally found that all the old men and women of this tribe were on it. They held short swords, daggers grabbed the heads of Roman soldiers, and slitted their throats with brute force, as if they were more ferocious than some Roman men who were new to battle.

The battlefield was bloody, and the Germanic spears could not pierce the chain mail of the Roman hoplites, while the short swords of the Roman hoplites easily removed their arms and calves. In the places where the battle was most intense, and even with every step, there were the arms, palms, and calves of the barbarians, which lay on the ground like a terrible morgue. As far as the eye can see, there are scenes of Roman soldiers fighting with barbarians.

Abyss rode on a rampage on his horse, and was eventually hit by a berserker's mallet on his horse, and the moment the horse fell to the ground, Abyss jumped off his horse and fell to the ground. Then, like a mad beast, the savage chased after him with a thick mallet and hammered him. The black shadow in front of him pounced like a huge black bear, and Abyss felt the boundless pressure, and rolled to the side with all his might, dodging the fatal blow, and the ground immediately formed a shallow pit in the hammered ground. The power is huge, you can imagine.

Then, before Abyss could get up, the barbarian pounced again in a frenzy, and the bearskin cloak behind him indicated that he might be the strongest warrior in the tribe, and had even killed a black bear. Having lost his horse, Abyss was no match for him in terms of strength at all, and could only constantly dodge the attacks of the barbarians, who fortunately were shot through the chest with spears by the Roman soldiers behind him at the moment of pounce again. The heavy javelin remained inside the berserker, and Abyss dragged his tired body and walked over, stabbing him with a sword in the broad neck.

In this clearing in the forest, at this moment, all are staggered figures, the sound of weapons and iron armor colliding, and a faint layer of blood mist floating in the air, the sad song from hell, the pool of blood.

In the end, almost all the men of the tribe were killed, but the women did not surrender, because they knew that surrender would only result in endless insults from the GIs. In the eyes of the Germanic woman, she would rather die a miserable death than become a slave of a foreign race. Many of the tribal women frantically swung their daggers and daggers at the Roman soldiers who tried to approach them, and some of the Germanic women even hugged the Roman soldiers' thighs like ghouls, biting their unarmored thighs with their not-so-sharp teeth.

In the midst of the horrors, the Roman legionnaires forgot the gender of each other, only defended themselves in fear, and then slit their throats with their short swords, slashing their bellies. Blood and intestines flowed out, and a thick smell of blood wafted through the air.

Even the children of the tribe raised their arms, wielding their heavy swords with their immature arms, only to be grabbed and thrown to the ground like chickens by the Roman soldiers, and some of the barbarian children who tried to resist again were mercilessly slaughtered, as is the case with war......

The battle lasted for a whole day, and when it was dark, this clearing in the forest was densely covered with the corpses of barbarians, and everywhere in sight, there were broken arms and corpses, and the black earth was stained red with the blood of the Qadi tribesmen. It was a hellish scene, and with almost no one surrendering, the tribe was slaughtered in one day......

"Roman victory!"

Standing on a battlefield strewn with corpses and blood, Appis raised his sword and roared loudly. Hundreds of soldiers responded to the scene, and they roared in response to their generals, commanders. Celebrating the victory of this encirclement and suppression campaign.

And after the great war, the baggage, materials, and property of the entire tribe of the Germanic Kadi were all owned by Apis, and only the supreme commander and commander had the power to distribute the spoils of war. But Appis knew that he could not do so, and these soldiers followed him, just waiting for the day when they would be rich, and a very few of them came for the so-called glory.

At the bonfire feast that night, Appis distributed the day's spoils in full view of everyone. Of course, as is customary, the best must be reserved for officers of the rank of corps commander and above. And in reality, the property of the Germanic people was of little value. Cattle, sheep and horses became the most valuable things...... And those strange jewelry and ornaments were "generously" given to his men by Appis, those low-ranking centurions who withstood the pressure of the war and were besieged by the barbarians.