Slaves have been abused by their masters for a long time, and when one day their masters stop abusing them, they feel that this is a gift from their masters. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before, Apis could not have imagined what kind of pathological psychology this was, but when Quintus gave the weapons to the scrawny slaves at night, he told them that tonight, if they fought bravely, they would have a chance to be freed from slavery. At this time, the slaves in the audience were boiling, and in fact, Quintus did not have that power, but he could write to the Legion Commander and tell the senior generals that these slaves had made outstanding contributions in escorting the safety of grain and grass, and as for whether to pardon these people for slavery, it was the decision of the Legion Commander, and Centurion Quintus only handed a short letter of introduction to the Legion Commander.

However, even this small hope made the eyes of all the slaves present glow with gold, as if they saw what they would be like in the future, no longer oppressed, no longer humiliated, and had their own independent personality and freedom.

Appiston felt a pang of sorrow. Fortunately, he is now a member of the Roman Hundred, albeit only as a temporary levy. But from the eyes of the soldiers around him, Appis read what was expected of him. After all, in the raid of the Gauls a few days ago, it was he who fought the barbarians and killed the barbarians.

Expecting that the Gauls would chase after them during the day, and do so at night, Quintus ordered all the soldiers not to light open fires at night, and to lie in ambush in the straw piles, and tents were still set up in the camp, but the beds were covered with cotton wool.

Then, in order to make the camp look more like usual, Quintus ordered several slaves to go up to the wooden fence and dress as if they were guarding the camp. Of course, these slaves may be the first to be attacked by the barbarians tonight, but they have no choice......

After arranging everything, the centurion led the people and began to squat.

As in the previous raids, the camp of the Roman army was quiet in the first half of the night, as if everyone had fallen asleep, even the slaves standing on the wooden wall did not move, they stood there, like statues, motionless, but when you looked closely, many of them were still very nervous, and a few of them were so frightened that they oozed slurry on the spot.

There was a killing smell in the air, but the slaves couldn't feel it.

It was not until the first barbarian climbed the wooden wall that everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after a night of vigilance, it was not in vain, that when the first barbarian climbed up the camp fortifications, he killed the "Roman soldier" who was standing guard with great speed. Since there were only three slaves standing on the fortifications, soon, the three slaves did not even have a chance to make a sound, and all of them were choked by a sword.

The moon hid in the black clouds, and the autumn wind blew against the camp, and there was also a chill.

Thinking that the raid plan was successful, the barbarians pounced directly on the camp like wild beasts, and in groups of three or five, the sound of squirming footsteps came, and some legionary infantry even had to hold it back, holding their shields and spears and rushing out.

But everyone was still waiting, waiting for the centurion to be the first to rush out. In the middle of the night they had agreed that everyone would be on standby until Centurion Quintus had broken out of the hay pile.

As time passed, as if every second had passed, the legionnaires hid in the straw piles, and could even clearly see the tattooed barbarian soldiers passing in front of their eyes.

Everyone held their breath.

Phew.

After the barbarians entered the tents, the counter-raid began.

As Quintus got up and threw his first spear, more Roman soldiers rushed out of the haystack. For a while, in the camp, which was still extremely quiet just now, the shouts of killing suddenly shook the sky.

Appis leapt out of a pile of hay at the back and pounced on the nearest barbarian warrior, who had his throat slit by the gladiator's dagger before he even had time to look back. In an instant, a large amount of blood stained Appis's hands red. This brutal slaughter was not the first time it had been experienced, but it was still so shocking, and for a while, Appis's heartbeat began to speed up again, it was not a nervous heartbeat, but an unconscious physiological reaction after the rhythm of the battle began.

The sneak attack was ambushed, and the casualties were more heavy than the frontal battle.

The unprepared Gauls were suddenly stunned under the collective charge of the Roman soldiers, and within a few minutes, dozens of Gallic soldiers were already lying under the sword of the Romans, but this time they were a little more numerous, half more than last time, almost more than a hundred, and the remaining Gallic soldiers found that the Roman soldiers were not very many after seeing the situation clearly, and they could still fight, so they did not want to retreat, and under the leadership of the leader of their plan for this raid, they started hand-to-hand combat with the Roman army in the camp.

Apis's advice to the centurion was correct, let the slaves be the helpers of the troops, rather than hiding in the corner and being slaughtered when the battle came.

Some bold slaves rushed out of the darkness in order to gain freedom, and when the Roman soldiers and barbarians fought, these slaves, who had been abused by the Roman officers, now aimed their daggers and short swords at the backs and thighs of the barbarians.

Because Quintus's intellectual work was also top-notch, he told the slaves that the Gauls also liked to mistreat slaves and let them do things for them, and that the barbarians had a tradition of sacrificing people to the gods. In this way, the slaves in the Roman camps were even more reluctant to sit still. But in fact, Apis knew that the sacrifice of a living man to a god should only be done by the Germanic people further north, and that the Gauls would not be so civilized as to do such barbaric things.

The sound of weapons clashing and the roar of the barbarians as they fought resounded, and blood spilled like red wine all over the room. Apis plunged his dagger into the throat of a Gaul, and the barbarian put his arms around Apis' shoulders and fell to his face in convulsions, blood splattering Apis' face.

"Climb the wooden wall!"

Quintus shouted, and half of the legionary infantry began to run towards the camp's fortifications, this time, not letting a single raider go.

Several Gallic raiders tried to escape the camp, but were locked up in the small Roman camp moments before they broke through the camp gates.

Dozens of Roman infantry, armed with short javelins, aimed at these last Gauls......

“*****”

"Damn it, Tiberius, translator."

The barbarians laid down their weapons, but Quintus couldn't understand what they were saying. Many of the Gauls had dealt with the Romans and spoke Latin, and at this moment, the Gauls who attacked the camp probably did not speak to the Romans at all, and all spoke their own language. Quintus called in his team's translators.

"He said they didn't come to attack us on purpose, but because they were coerced by other tribes to attack us."

Tiberius walked up to the centurion and easily translated the Gauls' words.

", you are a pig when you are an old man, so easy to deceive."

After hearing this, Quintus stepped forward directly and knocked down one of the Gauls with a punch, and the remaining Gauls wanted to resist for a moment when they saw that this Roman centurion had mistreated the prisoners of war, but found that the Roman soldier's javelin was still in his hand.

"Ask them which tribe ordered them to come."

After beating the prisoners, Quintus continued to order the translator around him to continue the conversation with the Gallic prisoners.

……

It turned out that this thing wanted to beat the prisoners of war to get angry, and his fists itched...... Appis stood aside, watching the scene on the field, and couldn't help but feel speechless for a while at the actions of the Roman centurion......