"Keep your feet steady, keep your steps steady, don't let the enemy see your immaturity, rookies." As they crossed the river, the flag-bearer Haibrida whistled and shouted loudly.

"Calm, calm!" Everyone, including Calabis, responded, but when they stepped into the icy water, many could not shout, it was a cold that could freeze the blood vessels, "Be careful to avoid the ice floes in the water, you cut it, and it will be over!" Highburida continued to shout.

Zuihou, when all the members of the triad were lined up and standing in the snow, Calabis heard the noisy shivering and coughing around him, everyone breathed white breath in their mouths, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, the sky became darker, the ice particles mixed with the wind were going back and forth, he almost felt that his hands and arms were not his own, the handle of the javelin was almost sticking to the skin of his hand, but Hebrida was still there and kept giving orders: "Do your job of keeping warm, you can stuff leather and hay into the chain curtains, you can stand still." Remember, when you look at your ten-captain in battle, you will do whatever he does. Calabis trembled and took out the fur hat that Porti had given him in advance, wrapped it around his head, the whole shijie was warm, he was so moved that his snot came out, there is still a woman!

At this time, he had some room to observe the situation around him - his vision was terrible, he could only see the wing around him, not even the hundred-man team next to him, which was dozens of meters away, let alone the enemy, and there was a mixture of snow and fog everywhere.

Gradually, he heard a loud voice from the opposite side, getting closer and closer, like the waves of the sea, and soon there were people running towards his position, many, many, but the mouth was shouting in Latin: "Destroy the enemy, destroy the enemy!" As for the "enemy annihilation" is the password that Tri Ali has arranged for the whole army to identify friend and foe, it is really ironic to hear it now.

One of them, cloaked in a tattered cloak, ran to the front of the triad with crooked steps, and then fell down as if he had lost his strength, and shouted to the flag-bearer Hebrida: "Centurion, call your men to support me, I am the commander of the legion, Triari, quick!" Highbrida glanced at him and said, "I'm sorry, I'm from the Third Wing of the Sixth Brigade of the Seventh Legion, and I am not affiliated with the Eighth Legion. Commander, please walk through the line on your own, there are clowns and wine and meat waiting for you in the barracks - a great victory! ”

All the members of the Troika, including the newly liberated slaves, burst into laughter, and Triali was so dejected that he did not dare to attack, so he could only go behind alone, along with the other defeated soldiers, and on the way, several angry defeated soldiers found out who he was, and pressed him to the snow and beat and insult him.

"Listen, there are horses' hooves and footsteps ahead, very neat. The enemy is coming, rest assured that they are just a bunch of cowardly Greeks. When Hebrida finished speaking, a shrill whistle sounded, and Arminius (who was in charge of Calabis' ranks) shouted, "All bow down and lower your posture for me." ”

After all, Calabis had participated in military training in high school, and he knew some passwords, so he immediately obediently followed Arminius's instructions, but before he lowered his body for three or five seconds, a wave of arrows and javelins flew over his head, and a few freedmen who were still standing stupidly in place were instantly pierced through their bodies, screaming and falling into the snow.

"Keep going low, keep going low. Hold it for me! Hold the dagger and javelin diagonally upward. The sound of the order became more and more tense and bitter, and the Pontic people might have thrown themselves into the cavalry assault in the wind and snow, and Calabis felt the ground trembling slightly under his feet. Then he heard the people next to him praying in whispers with their eyes closed.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I can't die, I won't die. I've already killed two people, and I'm not afraid of killing anymore, and Potty is still waiting for me to go back," Calabis himself thought in his heart.

A huge liliang came towards him, and the people around him, including Calabis, were swung back and forth by the concussion body, almost unable to hold the equipment in his hand, gritting his teeth and slamming the javelin into the snow to stabilize his body. "Steady, steady!" Hybrida and Arminius and other battlefield veterans were still shouting hoarsely, and two or three freemen trembled and crawled backwards from their posts, only to be stabbed to death by a column of regular soldiers scattered in the form of stragglers, "Whoever escapes will be killed!" Arminius cried out like a fierce god.

It was a group of lightly armed Scythian cavalry that collided with the Third Wing, and it is difficult to say that these people rushed up with a target, they may have only been chasing the deserters of the Eighth Legion, but they did not recognize the target in the heavy snowstorm and crashed into it dizzily. But it turned out that Hebrida's arrangement of the formation of the wing was also extremely prescient - the regular soldiers of the three wings with combat effectiveness were almost all lined up in the first row, and many of them were dressed in double armor, desperately defusing the onslaught of the Scythian cavalry, and if the freedmen were placed in the first row, it is estimated that they would have collapsed long ago.

Before Calabis, who was half-kneeling on the ground, could return to his original state, he was the first to be pulled up by Arminius and kicked in the ass, "Press it all down for me, leap into the attack!" Leap Attack! ”

It turned out that when the infantry team confronted the cavalry, once the cavalry charge was contained, the infantry had to immediately turn into a state of hand-to-hand combat, so that the cavalry would not have a chance to regroup. But the "leaping attack" in Arminius's mouth, a skill that can only be mastered by a legionnaire with at least one or two years of military experience, how can these freedmen understand? It's just that he said it out of a hurry.

Therefore, the freedmen who were in the back of Karabis and the others could only scream, swaggering with their short swords and javelins, standing tall and crowded against the Scythian cavalry, and counterattacked

The desperate struggle continued until the evening, and the army of Pontus saw that the wind and snow were almost endless, and that they had already achieved the fruitful results of almost completely annihilating the Roman Eighth Army during the day, so they gave up further attacks on the camp of Appis and returned to camp one after another. But on Appis's side, his achievements should not be underestimated, and with this small army of wounded, defeated, and freedmen, he frightened the offensive of Pontus and rescued the remaining 500 survivors of the Eighth Legion, including their commander Triari.

After nightfall, the fortification increased the intensity of martial law, the torches on the fence were bright, and the deer barricades on the trenches outside were also tied to pine and burn, even if the wind and snow were overwhelming, Appis was not slacking off for a moment, guarding against possible sneak attacks.