"Give the order to go down, not to cross the river, and to camp on this hillside on the bank of the river, where we will camp to-day. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

When the scouts did not return, Caesar changed his plan and ordered the large army to camp in place at dusk. Looking at the quietly flowing Sambur River, the Roman legion commander felt a faint sense of unease. The forest was so quiet that it was frighteningly quiet.

However, the soldiers did not have this kind of emotion, they believed in their commander, and they would not let the legion lose, and they would not let the legion go to danger.

The setting sun shone through the woods and onto the place where the Roman legions were encamping, when Antony galloped across the Sambur with his defeated cavalry. Behind him, thousands of barbarians roaring madly!

"There's an ambush!"

Anthony didn't have time to explain more, just shouted, his voice so loud that everyone could know what was going on ahead.

"Raise the military flag and blow the horn!"

Seeing such a situation, Caesar did not hesitate, and immediately ordered the heralds around him to quickly raise the regimental battle flag.

The drummers blew their horns vigorously, and as the flags of the various legions were raised, the legionary infantry who were camping immediately put down their work, picked up the equipment on the ground, and gathered around their centurions.

In less than five minutes, tens of thousands of Roman infantry quickly assembled along the banks of the Sambur River, and soon formed a tight phalanx.

The trumpets were still sounding, the flag had been raised to the top, and by the riverside, the eight Roman legions were in a state of readiness for battle, although they were in a hurry. The centurions stood at the head of the line, shields in front of them, protecting the young recruits behind them.

The barbarians had already rushed out of the woods en masse, and 80,000 Narvites swooped down on the Roman legionary positions with a roar. It's just that the barbarians are barbarians after all, and Narvi's original plan was to wait for Caesar's large army to cross the Sambur River, and then attack the Roman legion's baggage troops, and then surround and attack their main army, but Caesar cautiously did not let the large army cross the river, and even built a camp on the bank of the river, but the barbarians still according to the previous agreement, as soon as the Roman army appeared, they would collectively kill from the forest.

In the shallow Sambu River, there is a spectacular scene of tens of thousands of Narvi people crossing the river.

"Throw spears!"

The centurions didn't have time to grasp the distance, so they ordered the legionary veterans behind them to throw their heavy javelins. Because the barbarians are already close at hand, in the next second, the first line of the legion will face the fierce impact of the crazy barbarian soldiers.

The barbarians rushed towards the Roman positions with almost brainless roars, and the roar even drowned out the sound of the legion's horn.

"Steady!"

All the centurions of the first line shouted and ordered their soldiers to withstand the onslaught of the barbarian vanguard. The front line of the legion instantly turned into a tragic killing field.

……

The legion was ambushed, while the reconnaissance party was rounded up and intercepted. A Roman reconnaissance brigade of more than 100 people chased and fought in the forest with Gallic cavalry and Gallic hunters. But as long as the Roman scouts who were caught up by the Gallic cavalry, they were almost powerless to resist and fought alone, the Romans were not the opponents of the barbarians, and the other party was still riding a tall horse.

Appis threw himself to the ground the moment the Gallic cavalry behind him sprinted, and fortunately escaped the assassination of the Gallic cavalry.

Apis then drew the short sword from his waist and threw the Roman short sword with all his might, for he was more experienced in throwing the short sword than he was in the javelin, because he had been a gladiator longer than an legionary infantryman, and the javelin was a deadly weapon but not yet proficient. And throwing a dagger was a compulsory subject in gladiator training.

The Gallic cavalry, who had just crossed Apis's side, was stabbed in the back by a Roman dagger, screamed, and fell from his horse.

"Come, brother."

The Gallic cavalry fell from their horses, and Apis reached for the mortally wounded Fabrice on his back.

Fabrice, however, refused to be rescued - "Apis, you go quickly, take me, you can't run fast, take me, you can't escape, go quickly......" Fabrice had difficulty even speaking and breathing, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, staining Appis's shoulders red. At this moment, Appis realized what comradeship is, although this Roman veteran and himself only met in the water, but in such a bloody battlefield, the soldier's sacrifice spirit is so noble and great. Give up your own salvation to save more lives.

"Let's go! Let me end death as a Roman soldier! ”

Fabrice roared with the last of his strength, he almost trembled and roared, blood running down his neck, and almost all blood under his head.

At this moment, Apis remembered that when he was in the Colosseum, when the young gladiator was defeated, the audience wanted him to die, and he knew that he could not get out alive, so he asked Apis to end his life in the most glorious way of gladiators. And the scene at this moment is so similar to the scene at that time.

Appis suddenly had a sour nose, and he had to face this choice, if there was no survivor to report back, then the Roman legions would be ambushed and annihilated by the barbarians. At that time, it was not these dozen or twenty people who died.

"Fabrice, leave your family's name and address, and I'll take care of them."

Appis aimed the tip of his sword at Fabrice's chest, where the veteran's heart was beating hard, keeping the blood draining.

"Via Cambri, Rome, No. 135 Epi de Hoppi, behind the Temple of Apollo, my wife's name is Dimia, and I have a son named ......"

Fabrice was unable to speak, he was spitting a lot of blood, and the last word was unspeakable. Appis had no time to wait.

"Brother, you are a great Roman warrior, and I will take care of your family as long as I live."

Abbis took Fabrice's short sword in his hand and sent it into the Roman soldier's chest, resulting in his pain. Fabrice's blood sprayed on Appis's face, and at this moment, Apis felt that he was so weak that he could not save even a comrade-in-arms, and he still wanted to live, with his wife and children at home. But the battlefield is so brutal, and at the same time as glory, how many families are torn apart.

As the hunt of the Gallic hunters continued, Appis had no time to grieve, so he strode forward, pulled down his horse, climbed up, and fled the forest as fast as the sun had set.