"Governor, the legions have been assembled, do you want to give the order to go?"

"Wait a little longer, wait until Abyss returns. Marseille now gathered Octavian'www.biquge.info s three elite legions. As a result, the frontier was in turmoil, and Gaul had only one legion, and if it attacked rashly, it would be dangerous. ”

Standing on the hill of Dacris on the outskirts of Lugdurum, Livius felt anxious, on the one hand, Marseille was not far from Lugdurum, the capital of Gaul. Octavian's soldiers pressed the border, causing many people to panic. And the Germanic legions of Crassus the Younger in the north were coming, and whether they could arrive before Octavian's three legions continued to march on Gaul, Livius did not know whether he could arrive. And Abyss is still in Spain. The situation was dire for Levius. He had to hold his ground and protect the most important city of Abyss from the threat of Octavian Parthian legions.

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"Roar, roar, roar......"

A beastly roar filled every corner of the valley, constantly besetting and slaughtering the long and narrow ranks of Roman legions. Obviously, in this valley and woodland, at least tens of thousands of barbarian troops are gathering at this moment.

"Damn, where did so many barbarians come from?"

Maxim said angrily, and a dozen or so heavily armed and heavily armored Roman elite cavalrymen around him raised their shields to protect their commanders from the rain of arrows.

"There is no doubt that these barbarian soldiers are a coalition of the Elba tribe and these mountain tribes."

Marseille fell, Tertila was taken captive, and Appis looked loveless. But judging from years of experience, in this case, the army that ambushed itself did not need to think, and knew that it was a local barbarian. Even the tribes who had promised to join forces with him to attack Agrippa.

"Damn, how did they know we were going to be here? A bunch of traitors! ”

Maximus asked. At the same time, the words express deep dissatisfaction with the rebellion of the clan allies.

"The Agrippas told them."

Apis replied calmly.

"Damn, that shrunken turtle, why don't you hunt us down and kill us yourself, but you want to incite these local Spanish barbarians!"

Maxim continued, expressing deep disdain for Agrippa. He doesn't fight as haughtily as a warrior, but hides in the shadows like a thief, with cold arrows...... But Agrippa, after all, is the commander of the legion, and more often than not, he appears on the battlefield as a decision-maker, and as long as he can win, he will use all kinds of means. And Maxim is more often a cavalry commander, at most a corps commander, with different entry points and different understandings of glory.

This one is also easy to guess and understand. I left half a corps behind when I retreated, and I retreated quietly. Although Agrippa had guessed that I had withdrawn my army and gone to Gaul, he did not dare to pursue it in a cautious manner. So, he instigated these Spanish tribes to ambush us on the road. Most of the barbarian tribes have no principles and no sense of honor, and when we first entered Spain, they relied on us. Now that Apis has been defeated, well, now, the promise I made at the beginning cannot be fulfilled, then, before Agrippa is held accountable, go and help Octavian, and at least think of his own interests. This is the barbarian, backward individual mind. ”

Appis, under the close protection of the General's Guard, said to Maxim with a blank expression. It's a temporary lesson to my left and right hands. From time to time, arrows landed above the shield wall, making a very unfriendly clanging sound.

Outside the defensive formation, hundreds of Elba's corpses lay outside the Roman legion phalanx of Appis. Although it was an ambush, Appis could not be said to have been completely unexpected. The baggage teams were not gathered together, but were sandwiched between the regular regiments, marching back and forth. So, when the wild Elbas rushed out of the forest, the most vulnerable baggage team did not panic, and the soldiers of the Seventh Legion, after a brief preparation, formed a defensive formation and hurried to defend against the enemy.

At this moment, Maxim and Apis were crowded in the first echelon by a large number of clan soldiers, unable to move. But the 19th Legion, which followed later, soon formed a diamond-shaped phalanx and began to slaughter the dense tribal soldiers.

"For Appis! Slaughter these barbarians! ”

Crane roared loudly. The chief centurion himself went into battle, the flag bearer followed closely behind, and the golden eagle banner reflected a dazzling golden light in the sun, as if the glory of the legion was floating in this valley. Dozens of elite legionary infantry on Klein's side formed a compact triangular formation and began to assault the ant-like crowd of tribesmen. The pointed troops were all elite veterans of a hundred battles, and with the cooperation of swords and shields, the Spanish tribal coalition army was slaughtered to the flesh and blood, and the arms and thighs of the barbarian infantry were unloaded one after another, and the blood flowed on the ground in early autumn. stained the dirt under his feet red.

Holding a delicate Roman short sword, Crane stabbed the barbarian infantry in front of him with a sword, and the Elba warrior dodged with difficulty, and then, Crane, who was born as a gladiator, reversed the blade of the sword, slashed diagonally, and slashed through the abdomen of the Elba warrior in front of him, and the blood sausage of the barbarian warrior suddenly flowed out. The next moment, the bloodthirsty Crane was expressionless, and with another sword, he stabbed the tribal warrior's chest, and blood spurted all over the centurion Crane's face. Then, the tribal warrior went limp weakly. Another barbarian infantry beside him brandished a battle axe and smashed it, and was taken a step ahead by the legion veteran beside Crane, and cut off his arm with a sword, and the bloody severed arm flew out of the air, and the barbarian infantry screamed in pain, but was sealed by Crane's sword, and the sharp Roman short sword tip pierced from the throat of the tribal warrior, stabbed out from the back of the neck, and splashed out with hot blood.

The other phalanxes followed closely in the direction of the chief centurion's charge, and the scene was steaming and filled with blood mist.

On the battle front, dense Elba tribal warriors and other local barbarians continued to attack the Roman legion's defenses. Countless swords and axes collided with each other, the sound of flesh and blood being torn, the sound of weapons clashing against each other, and the screams of the soldiers one after another.

However, with the support of Crane's team, many tribes have begun to flee, and the battle gate needs to pay the price of blood. This is a very high price for some small tribes. Especially when they see that victory is hopeless or very difficult.