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The phalanx of Roman legions that crossed the city walls did not stop attacking, and in order not to give the Gallic patriarch time to regroup his army, the chief centurion directly gave the order to press all the troops up, leaving only a few archers to guard the city walls.

For a time, dozens of Roman hoplite phalanxes pressed down on the Gauls again, like a wall. Since Appis had already delineated the location of the tribal base in the town in a letter to Kota, the phalanx of the legions marched in a specific direction as if they had already been there. Each centurion had a map in his hand and commanded his own centurions, winding through the intricate streets, each with at least one auxiliary brigade behind them to protect the flanks and rear in case the Celts came to flank the phalanx.

"Damn! How did the Romans know where we are? ”

The leader of the Remi roared loudly, and a short dagger still covered in blood slammed into the table, the hilt trembling slightly. In the entire mansion, only a few bloody Gallic noble swordsmen were still standing beside the patriarch, making the last resistance. Many of the tribes' soldiers had already surrendered to the Roman legions after seeing the Roman legions' devastating offensive. More lay under the swords of the legionnaires, blood flowed throughout the city, and the flames from boulders thrown by trebuchets burned most of the city.

"The patriarch, the patriarch of the Sennonnes people, has led his men to surrender to the Romans."

While Tabak, the leader of the Remi, was angrily questioning his men, the guards came with even more terrible news. The Sennonnes army accounted for one-third of the Gallic coalition army in the city, and their surrender instantly reduced the combat effectiveness of the tribe by half.

"We should resist and slaughter the Romans, because if we lose the town, all of us will be reduced to slavery, which is worse than death. I'd rather die on the front lines, for the sake of our tribe. ”

A Celtic noble swordsman stepped forward and shouted.

His cries were quickly echoed by others present. It is not difficult to do this, you must know that the battle has been going on until now, and those who can stay here and continue to fight against the Romans are the iron-blooded men of the Gauls. They knew what would happen to their families and wives after defeat, and that they would be enslaved and humiliated. It is better to rush out and fight to the end with the enemy than to live in such a humiliated life.

"Yes, fight to the last man!"

The Gallic warrior roared. The men quickly rushed out, leaving only Tabak, the leader of the Remi, standing in the base camp, looking at his town with a sad face, his own people had fallen to the sword of the Romans, and the anger had turned to sorrow. The Sennonnes have surrendered, and the Kalmudesi are still fighting the trapped beasts. Judging from the current situation, this town is categorically undefensible.

The Gallic patriarch suddenly remembered something like an electric shock, the two Roman slaves. Yes, that's them! Otherwise, the Roman legions would not have known the layout of the town, and they should have had the opportunity and time to organize street fighting. But the Roman legions were so fast that all the Roman hundreds, as if they had long eyes, bypassed the narrow streets, all took the avenues, entered the center of the town, and easily found the base camp of the tribe. All of this had to be transmitted by the people in the city before the Roman legions knew about the siege. And during this time there were no outsiders entering or leaving the town, only the two Roman slaves.

"The Roman pig of ***."

Batak shouted as he picked up the chief's sword beside him. At this time, a sharp Celtic longsword was already hanging around his neck.

"Traitor! The Romans' **"

Patriarch Remy cursed. However, Apis did not listen to his nonsense at all, and the laborers and capitals lurked here, oppressed and oppressed, just waiting for this day. From the day he entered this town, all the premeditation, all the plans, all the possible contingencies Apis had already thought about. Now, it's time for himself and Titus to be free.

Appis pushed Batak, the patriarch of the Remi, out.

In the front were the Remi, who were making the last resistance, and in the back were their patriarch being held hostage by two Roman slaves. The Roman eagle banner was not even far away, and Appis could even see the eagle flag reflecting its flickering golden light in the firelight.

"Barbarians, stop resisting. Your patriarch has promised to surrender, lay down his arms, and the legion will spare your life. ”

Appis hung his sword around the neck of Batak, the leader of the Remi, and slowly walked out of the camp. The barbarian soldiers behind them turned their heads and watched in horror at this dramatic scene.

"No, I will never surrender!"

Patriarch Remy writhed in anger, but Appis and Titus held him tight.

"Tell them you're willing to surrender or I'll slit your throat right now."

Appis said, pressing his sword close to Batak's neck. The blade of the sword was against the skin, and drops of blood were already oozing, but the leader of the Remi people still refused to give in. It's just that the soldiers in the rear don't know what to do at the moment. They just looked at this Roman with angry eyes, and a few days ago they had regarded these two Roman slaves as partners and comrades-in-arms, but now they had become the culprits who blackmailed their patriarch and betrayed their information.

"Say!"

Titus couldn't help himself and yelled in front of Batak. A small foot kicked Batak in the lower abdomen, and the Gallic patriarch was in excruciating pain, but the sword was in his neck and could not fall.

……

Batak remained silent, but looked at Appis and Titus with angry eyes, and the Gallic defenders surrounded the field. This is the last of the Gallic guards. They did not dare to step forward, nor could they retreat. The drums and trumpets of the Roman legions were getting closer. It's almost right in front of you.

"What should I do?"

Titus was furious, but he didn't know how to bring the Gallic chieftain to his knees.

"Emasculated him."

At the critical moment, Apis felt that he was so obscene, and the transformation from an otaku uncle to a hero may not be so fast, and Apis still has that extremely obscene nature at the moment. As soon as Titus heard this, he knew what Apis wanted to do for himself.

The next second, only the sound of leather pants tearing was heard, and Titus aimed his sharp dagger at the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of the Gallic patriarch.

"Wait, wait."

The shiny Celtic sword resting around his neck could not bring this Gallic tough man to his knees, but it was impossible to lose the dignity of a man. Hattak, in a fit of resentment and shame, reluctantly agreed to Appis's persuasion.

At this moment, all the Remi people laid down their weapons and became prisoners of the Legion. Appis, on the other hand, won the first real victory after the crossing.