"You'd better make a name for yourself, or I'm not going to let my standardbearer die in vain!" The chief centurion of the Tenth Legion held the dejected standardiser, and yelled at Sabo, who was covered in sweat, muttered and swishing stones, and did not squint at the half-kneeling salvo, "If this ballista with wheels is a fake ornament, then I must avenge the team's standardbearers and kill this harmful artillery player first."

Sabo in the gorge held a folding ruler, first to the opposite hillside, the position of the barbarian sheep's skull clicked a few times, and then to all the earth-colored gunners briefly gave a few commands, humming and twisting, a row of javelins flew straight out, stabbed the Boyi sheep's skull flag flat, with the broken stumps and shield blocks, nailed the Boyi chieftain on horseback, and flew straight to the hillside behind a dozen Roman feet.

The chieftain was killed by a lightning strike in a short distance, and the tribal totem was destroyed, and the Boi no longer had the courage to fight, and they began to collapse and flee along the hillside, ignoring the insulting scolding and shouting of the women and children in the camp.

Sabo then reversed the direction of the rest of the cavalry artillery and aimed it at the huge battalion of Boi chariots.

"Let them surrender." Li Bida, who led the follow-up men and horses to surround the Boi chariot camp, instructed the envoy, "Otherwise, I will break their chariot camp in a quarter of an hour and sell everyone into slavery." ”

But about a quarter of an hour later, the head of the envoy was wrapped in a dog's tail, and it was thrown out of the camp, rolling before the eyes of Lybida and Rabinus.

Then the body of the envoy was lifted high by the screaming Boi women with wooden poles, and the tree was conspicuously at the entrance to the camp," they said. The ancestors of the Boi people prescribed. Only the surrender of the enemy can be accepted. And not yourself. Since the men have fled shamefully, let them fulfill the oath of their ancestors. Saab and Milou, who were fluent in Celtic, intermittently translated the women's cries to Libida and Rabinus.

"Time is precious, Lord Liberdaus, break this place as soon as possible, and then go to Mount Tijon, where the destruction of the Helvetians is today." Rabinus's tone was actually very cold. On the battlefield, there is no emphasis on the benevolence of the Gonggong, and for the commander, there is only a distinction between qualified and unqualified, and there is absolutely no distinction between cruelty and kindness.

So he gestured to Sabo with a blank face.

The six-door cavalry guns were fired in a concentrated manner, first with hardened heavy javelins and then with round stone bullets, and bombarded the front section of the chariot camp incessantly until all the stick throwers and light crossbows on it were shattered, and all the vehicles were burned or destroyed. A hideous gap appeared behind the smoke, and Rabinus looked up at the remnant sun. It was now twilight, and the flag bearer was called to raise the attacking mountain falcon flag.

After about a moment, the whole Boi people were destroyed, most of the more than 20,000 women and children in the camp were killed, and the remaining thousands of people no longer had the courage to disobey, and were tied up and pulled out by the slaves with ropes.

"I am the granddaughter of the previous Helvetian king Orgejacos, and I came out only to see the worst of my enemies." The two soldiers poked the stretcher out of the smoke-burning camp, on which lay a teenage girl with long eyelashes and slightly freckles, her chest was covered with blood, her face was pale, her whole body was stiffened by blood loss, she held a dagger in her hand, she struggled to lift her neck, looked at Libida and Rabinus, and after reporting the glorious lintel, she tilted her head and died.

It seems that this daughter of the royal family was left behind in the rear where she was mistakenly considered safe, so she ended up like this, Li Bida was silent for a while, got off the horse, and closed her still half-open eyelids with his hand, he couldn't help but think of the scene when he met Adiana in the Calabi Palace eight years ago, but this girl was obviously not as lucky as Adiana.

"I have to remind you that this is not the time for mourning, and that the funeral she deserves is after the whole battle is over. We, Little Tree Mountain, are just a part of this war, so take your men and your weapons and continue to rush forward. With that, Rabinus said a sigh of joy and rode the horse first, and the time was still very tight.

"The front team raised their torches and prepared to rush to the night; The rear team confiscated the weapons in the camp and escorted the barbarians to the foot of Xiaoshu Mountain, and the resisters were killed. The centurion's whistle sounded again, and although they were tired and hungry after a day of fighting, the soldiers also understood that as long as they did not let up today, the days would be much better, so everyone cheered up and encouraged each other to move forward to the next goal.

As a result, in the faint night, a team that came out of the valley in the oblique direction almost startled Rabinus, thinking that he was ambushed by the barbarians, and it was not until the shining golden bull banner on the other side came into view that Rabinus and Libida knew that this was the eleventh army of Appis, and they seemed to be in a state of semi-starvation, and it seemed that they had been tossed enough in the previous wandering battle, but they were in good spirits, and according to the leading centurions reported to His Excellency the Acting Commander-in-Chief: after they noticed that there were fierce battles in many places here, The commander Appis, believing that perhaps the governor had fought a decisive battle with the Helvetians, immediately moved closer to this side, and encountered some bitter fighting on the way, mainly small groups of barbarians running around. When Rabinus asked where Appis was, he was told that he was in the rear, with the 1st Brigade of the Eleventh Legion, Rabinus hummed, he knew Abis, it was not cowardice, but his cautious style of combat, the commander who had always preferred to command troops in the rear line or on the right flank.

"Your Eleventh Legion, together with these Twelveth Legions, under my command, will go together to flank the Helvetians." This is the order of Rabinus.

At this time, at the foot of Mount Tijon, the battle line of the Gallic barbarians was full of holes, and after the Tenth Legion was exhausted and turned to the same place to rest, the Seventh and Eighth Legions threw themselves into pursuit, stepping on the mountains and sea of blood, and drove the Helvetian barbarians all over the mountains and valleys, most of these barbarians lost their weapons and shields, and could only fight and retreat half-naked, they were crowded, and were reached by the Romans to a hill one and a half Roman miles away from Mount Tijon, where their chariot camp was located.

The fifteen thousand Dulinchians on the flanks of the two legions of Romans spawned on their flanks when the Romans were struggling with the slings and pikes flying in the chariot camp, and Caesar immediately made a quick decision, and immediately ordered the auxiliary cavalry of the little Crassus and the reserve of the Ninth Legion to rush down the hill at once—the Seventh and Eighth Legions continued to chase the main force of the barbarians who had stormed and scattered, while the Ninth Legion had its back against them and engaged the new Dulinch, and the battle line was divided into two sides at once, and proceeded at the same time. (To be continued......)