While the horrors of the massacre had been going on for several whole Roman periods, and in the bloody mist, the Italian legionnaires on the river beaches were still numerous, and this was no ordinary battle, with both sides throwing in their entire armies. 70,000 Roman soldiers, which is equivalent to the entire force sent by the Senate to fight Hannibal's invasion, even if it is to slaughter 70,000 head of livestock, it will take enough time, not to mention, these soldiers are not livestock, they are the best infantry in the Western world in this era.

The voices were boiling, blood was splashing, rows of soldiers fell, and rows of soldiers stepped on the corpses of their comrades, and began to fight, both sides were in the same formation, the first line fell, the soldiers in the back row followed, filled the position, and the rotation system became empty talk, in such a fierce combat battle, the soldiers did not have the time and space to take turns to rest, and they could not withdraw from the battle line at all, because everyone was crowded together, and even the cavalry could not move.

Macolani used his shield to smash away the Italian infantry, and then he slammed his sword into his abdomen before he could gain a foothold, and with a scream, bright red blood poured out. Then, the centurion stepped on the enemy's chest and brutally drew his dagger, blood gushing out of his broken veins. When another Italian infantry rushed over, the Gallic legion veteran quickly crouched, used his shield to block the enemy's killing, and flipped the Italian Roman soldier to the ground, and then stabbed the short sword into the enemy's throat with a magnificent turn, and in an instant, blood gushed out like a spring.

The legion commander Klein was also red-eyed, with a sword in both hands, a bow left and right, slaughtering the Roman soldiers who came up next to him like slaughtering livestock. One sword by one, blood and water flew in the air, drawing a terrifying arc, the soldier who had his arms and thighs severed fell to the ground, groaning in pain, in this barbaric age, this wound is undoubtedly fatal, few people can survive with broken arms and legs, because there are no effective tools and medicines to stop bleeding, soldiers will soon die because of excessive bleeding.

Standing in the rear on horseback, Apis once again witnessed the most brutal hand-to-hand combat in the ancient Roman world, with countless soldiers huddled in a narrow strip of land fighting each other, fighting, stabbing each other's bodies with short swords, and the bloody battle was no longer humane. More and more soldiers fell, piled up on the river beach, like a sea of red. The living soldier was struck head-on by his opponent's shield until he was unrecognizable, his flesh was blurred, and he was not breathing. Endless crowds of people marched forward in a roar and roar.

The huge Italian legion was constantly being attritional, and a dozen soldiers were falling almost every second, and from above, the red tide was being curtailed and slowly swallowed up by the black Gallic legion.

"Their commander is on the run!"

Octavian's movements were then spotted, and the elite Italian cavalry and veterans of the Thirteenth Legion were escorting their commanders out of the battlefield. Fleivinus took the lead, sword in hand, slashing left and right, and slashing his way through the crowd.

The crowd gathered in an instant and rushed towards where Fleivinus was. Glory and wealth, Apis told the soldiers before the war that Capturing Octavian alive would offer a reward of 10,000 dinars, which was equivalent to a direct promotion from the sling to the sub-aristocratic class, and even allowed you to buy a villa in Rome or Capua, plus a few slaves, to serve your own daily life. Fueled by money, the Gallic legions, including the Celtic infantry, frantically slaughtered Octavian's fleeing ranks.

"Protect Turinus!"

Old Centurion Itnus stood in front of Fleivinus and shouted. His face was stained with the thick flowers of the Roman soldiers, his armor was covered in blood, and a broken arrow stuck in one of his arms. Under the bloody battle, it is clear that his troops have also suffered heavy casualties.

"I will, but what are you going to do?"

"There's always someone to stay!"

The old centurion roared, and behind him were hundreds of legionnaires willing to shed their blood for Octavian. At this moment, the people on the periphery desperately resisted the culling of the Gallic legion, making way for the people in the inner perimeter to escape.

"You are a hero of the Republic, Centurion."

Fleivinus said indignantly on his horse. His eyes were filled with respect and pain. Then he clamped his legs hard, driving his war horse to rush out, behind him, the escape team and the death squad passed by, time froze at this moment, as if it was goodbye, some of them were still brothers, father and son.

"Now, follow me, use your body as a wall to protect Caesar's retreat!"

Then the old centurion shouted, and behind him hundreds of Italian legion heavy infantry raised their shields. "Courage and glory, brothers!"

After the centurion Etnus shouted, the defense line ahead was breached, and the soldiers of the Gallic Legion of Appis rushed forward like a flood of beasts. Then, the procession of hundreds of people was quickly drowned in the crowd...... And Turinus, also under the protection of many legionary cavalry, escaped from the circle of life and death in embarrassment.

The Germanic cavalry pursued until the upper reaches of the river, when the pursuit was stopped, as Octavian's fleeing party dispersed, leaving the Germanic cavalry without the target of pursuit.

And in the place where the great war just took place, on the banks of the Yarua River, the bodies of dead Italian legionnaires were already piled up on this river beach. Blood pooled into this shallow river, staining it a faint red. The smell of blood wafted through the air, and the soldiers of the Gallic Legion walked up and down the battlefield full of corpses, searching for survivors, or cutting off the belongings of the dead, their spoils of war and the purpose of their adventure to join the legion......

"Brothers, we have won!"

"Appis!"

Treading on a battlefield full of viscera and limbs, and beneath his feet in blood-soaked mud, Apis stepped out into the crowd and shouted with his dagger in hand. The crowd immediately resounded with a frantic and enthusiastic response. "Roman conquistador". This is the new name given to the generals by the soldiers, and in their eyes, they only know Apis, but they do not know any government and politics......

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"My daughter, there is unfortunate news that I must tell you."

In Octavian's home in the center of Rome, where the sun was shining on the courtyard of the villa, the aged Attia opened the door of her daughter Octavia's room with a sad expression.

"Octavian defeated?"

Seeing her mother's melancholy and sad appearance, Octavia quickly guessed the answer. Almost the entire Roman world was watching the outcome of the war. The result was either the defeat of Apis or the defeat of Octavian, and there was always one person who would be wounded in this war.

"Yes. Apis is about to enter the city, and we must be ready to meet this old acquaintance. ”

Atia said sadly. As Caesar's niece and Octavian's mother, she didn't like to get involved in politics, but now, Turinus was defeated, and she had to come forward again, in order to save her son, of course, from the bottom of her heart, Attia also knew that it was no longer possible. What a stubborn and arrogant child Octavian was......

"Mother, the dust has settled, and I think that the only thing we can do now, and the only thing we can do, is to intercede with Appis, to intercede with him, and to spare Octavian. As you said before, even though Octavian hurt me, he was my brother after all. I suppose that for the sake of my friendship with Appis, he would listen to me. ”

Octavia held her mother's cold hand and said helplessly and painfully.

"Maybe he will find us himself without you looking for him. It's just that Turinus may not agree to us doing this. After all these years, you should know your brother ......"