"Don't wait any longer, General, we won't have any more reinforcements, Octavian and Antony have just begun, Italy is in the middle of a war, no one will notice the war we have here, and even if they do, they can't help it. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info break through, general, use up the last food, rush out, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope, otherwise, we will not survive this winter at all, Magnus is not Colbardo, and the reserves of grain are simply not enough to support our legion. ”

In the dimly lit temporary headquarters of Magnus City, Adjutant General Assidius sincerely suggested.

The grain in the city has been bought out by the legions, and if we go down, I am afraid that there will be a dilemma between the soldiers and the people competing for food.

"Tell the soldiers to drink heartily at noon today, and eat and drink to their heart's content. In the evening, we launched a breakout. If you don't succeed, you will die on this bay! ”

Certorius was silent for a long time, and then, a few deep words came out of his throat.

At night, thousands of Roman Afrika Korps soldiers rushed out of the not spacious city gates. They did not dare to carry torches for illumination, for fear that the Apis legions on the opposite side of the fortifications would find out.

Settorius personally led the team, and everyone just relied on the faint moonlight to follow the large army in front. They have to rush forward before the enemy notices, break through the defenses in one fell swoop, and then kill them again. Get a way to survive.

However, the movement of thousands of people was still too large. Even without the light of the fire, at night, the guards of the Eighth Legion of Appis on the fortifications noticed the problem. The sound was so loud that it was like the sound of a group of wild beasts running by en masse, and the sound of countless rustling stampedes was particularly evident in the quiet night. However, there can't be hordes of beasts here, so there's only one answer, and that's the legions!

When the alarm bell rang, all the soldiers in the camp woke up from their sleep, hurriedly put on their armor, took javelins and swords and shields, and climbed the defensive wall in a nervous and orderly manner.

Almost as soon as the soldiers of the Eighth Legion were in place, the African division led by Certolius also began to storm the fortifications besieging them.

The cannon fodder of the auxiliary regiment rushed to the front with sandbags in one hand and round wooden shields in the other, and after dodging the dense projection of the Roman javelinmen above the towers and fortifications, they threw their sandbags into the trench in front of the camp of the Eighth Legion. Certolius tried to exchange the sacrifices of these slaves for a way out of the siege.

But a dense rain of javelins and arrows poured down from above the high wall. The heavy infantry of the Eighth Legion threw condescendingly, many of the heavy javelins even pierced the shields of the infantry of the Auxiliary Legion of Saytorius, and the unarmed slave army suffered heavy casualties. After a round of raids, few slaves were able to carry sandbags into the trenches dug by the Eighth Legion. And half of the fighters of the auxiliary regiment were killed on the road. The sharp javelin pierced the round shield, pinning the entire auxiliary legionnaires attacking the camp to the round shield, unable to move, allowing blood to continue to ooze from the broken wounds......

In less than a moment, the ground was filled with javelins and arrows thrown by the soldiers guarding the camp. There were also the corpses of countless military slaves. Many of the slaves ran back, begging the centurion to give him a way to live, not to pile up their corpses to form a way for the legions to advance. But it was mercilessly slaughtered by the centurion. A Numidian slave was caught by the centurion of the legion and had his throat cut by a sword......

In the front, terrifying arrows and spears, and behind were expressionless Roman soldiers with large shields and short swords, and many Afrika Legion slaves were in despair. Either die under the sword of these Roman GIs, or rush up and die under the javelins of another group of GIs. Eventually, many died in the open space between the Afrika Korps and Camp Appis. They had piled sandbags and corpses out of a path just big enough to get underneath the walls of the Eighth Legion's camp.

At this time, with the sound of trumpets in the sky, Certolius ordered all his soldiers to form a siege formation and begin to assault.

Siege ladders were erected one by one, and the most traditional siege method of the ancient Roman legions was unfolded.

The Afrika Korps soldiers carried their shields behind their backs, one after the other, climbing the fragile siege ladders.

"Aim at their heads and fire!"

Crane shouted. Immediately, the small scorpion ballista beside him came into operation. A cannon bolt carrying billowing flames flew towards the Afrika Korps infantry as they climbed the high walls of the camp.

The Roman soldiers who were hit were not only crushed to pieces, but also burned with flames on their broken corpses.

But the regular army is different from the slave army and the auxiliary army after all, they have a certain combat experience, and after several days of recuperation, they are full of strength. Under the heavy artillery fire and javelin fire of Appis' Eighth Legion, Certolius' large army continued to stubbornly advance towards the camp wall.

The first Roman hoplite to climb the high wall was immediately cut off with an axe by the Gallic hunters on the wall, and then brutally pushed down the parapet. But immediately afterward, the second, third regimental infantry climbed the wall. The sound of cold weapons striking and slaughtering was once again above the walls......

In the fierce battle, a stream of stone flew towards Certolius with a fierce flame, and the escort team around him hurriedly raised the shield wall to protect their commander. However, the power of the Roman ballista was not as powerful as these wooden shields and iron armor could protect. In the next second, the cannon pierced the shields of the two infantrymen, making a terrifying popping sound, and then smashed a large crater in the crowd......

Several of Certolius' elite infantrymen were wrapped in hot flames, screaming and rolling. However, the flames soon consumed them. The heavy infantry of the Legion, whose shields had been pierced, were completely blurred with flesh and blood, and became a pile of rotten flesh, lying on the ground......

The horrific images shocked even Certolius himself.

Outside the wall, fierce battles broke out, and outside the wall, dense Roman heavy infantry crowded under the parapet wall, trying to climb over the fortification. At this time, little Crassus, dressed in linen pajamas, stood on the flat ground in the camp, directing the engineers to assemble several catapults. Then, under the command of the unified, the wild ass catapults threw hot boulders into the sky......

Several blazing boulders instantly pierced the dark sky, illuminating the sky, and then, with the tail of flames, fell violently......

The earth resounded with a terrifying crash, and hundreds of Roman legionnaires were set ablaze by the hot boulders, and some were directly crushed into flesh by the boulders...... Outside the siege fortifications, the flames soared......