"Manual laborers are a despicable bunch of scoundrels whose task is to produce what is needed of a virtuous man." —Plato

————————————————————

The auxiliary barbarian cavalry of the Roman legions quickly interspersed the right flank of the Gunnilins attacking the position at the foot of the hill, and then they skillfully turned their horses to the right en masse (the Gallic and Germanic cavalry only turned their mounts to the right, just as the Rotten people only drove in the right-hand drive), knocking the rear of the Gunirin to pieces. Caesar's four legions and Li Pida's men worked together to push together, and the next situation, just as Sabo had predicted, the next morning, the corpses of the ancient Nirins in the wilderness were like bales of wheat that had been cut down, but their remaining more than a thousand warriors were still surrounding the golden wheel flags of the tribe, standing in front of the gate of the camp that had not yet been built, and the stone projectiles flying from the cavalry cannons and stone throwers were smashing a cloud of smoke around their ranks from time to time.

The destruction of the Gunirin was assured, but they still burned the bridge in an attempt to stop the Romans from pursuing as best they could.

"When I asked them to surrender, I said that although they killed my father-in-law's grandfather decades ago, I remembered the bravery and morality of the other side, and I could still save the lives of all women and children." In the camp, Caesar, who was standing side by side with Li Pida, gave this order leisurely.

A barbarian musician played a sad flute and walked at the front of the messengers, and the Gunirin came to meet Caesar's messengers, including their chief, and Li Bida did not know his name until now, and certainly did not need to know it. The chief was slowly approached by two samurai. His left eye was blinded by a fragment of a stone bullet. He was also shot in the knee by a javelin as he led the charge, blood seeping out of his trousers and dragging his feet on the sand, but he still tried to stand up straight in front of the Romans.

At this time, Caesar, dressed in military ornaments, sat upright surrounded by his generals and his retinues, and in front of Chief Gunnilin was a makeshift staircase. This gave the other side a feeling of submission to the power of the Roman legions, but the chief of Gunirin did not kneel down and beg for mercy, the two pro-soldiers still held him tightly, and there were nearly 10,000 heavily armed Roman soldiers around him, and the whole scene was very solemn and majestic, and only the lament of the death of the life of the chieftain could be heard from the continuous flow of blood.

"Translate my opinion to him, and then tell him to crouch down, so that his injuries will be better." Caesar twitched his ass on the matza, then put his hands on his knees. Said with his chin propped up. The sun shone with his back to him, casting a faint golden hue over His Excellency the Governor. The chieftain, on the other hand, was facing the light, and his darkened pupils did not move at all.

When the interpreter told the chief a large section of Caesar's plan, he was silent, and then muttered, Caesar asked what it was, and the interpreter said with some embarrassment: "The other party said that his only regret is that he could not get the blessing of the ancestral heroic spirit fifty years ago, so that the Romans could drill through the yoke again." ”

Drill the yoke gate, is the greatest shame in the history of the Roman legion, the so-called yoke gate, is to use two flagpoles to stick on the ground, between which to hang thorns or iron chains, captured officers and soldiers have to be half-naked fish through the past, this humiliating surrender ceremony, will be regarded as a great shame by every consul or general of the republic, and the Senate in order to cover the shame, will also exile the surrendered general to the corresponding barbarians, expressing that it does not recognize the defeat and surrender, but the glorious experience of the Roman legion in the past hundred years is endless, Fifty years earlier, the garrison of the Gallic province had been ambushed by the Gunirins, Pisso's grandfather had been killed, and the leading general had surrendered to the yoke.

When Caesar heard this, he did not show any anger, and let his anger drown his reason, it was the work of the loser, he was the victor of this battle, so he only announced to the chief very calmly and even coldly, "This honorable chief wants me to go through the yoke, and I will give him the treatment of the cross, which is also the respect of Rome for the defeated enemy." In addition, all the captives of the Gunilin tribe were to be sold into slavery in Rome in accordance with the divine will of Venus. Then he was not in any mood to continue the negotiations, so he prepared to get up and go back to the camp, and before leaving, he patted Li Bida on the shoulder, and admonished, "I will soon build a bridge over the Ara River, and pursue the other tribes of Helveti who have crossed the river, and I will annihilate them all in the area of Santoni." I will let the craftsmen and soldiers of the seventh, eighth, and ninth legions complete this process, and I will take the barbarian cavalry and the tenth legion into pursuit after the bridge is completed, and your twelve legions will stay on the bank of the river to protect the camp city. ”

What, to protect the camp city? Does this mean that my Legion of the Twelfth Legion is going to miss the main event of annihilating the Helvetians? No, Li Bida said in a worried tone, do you want to prepare the bridge, because this thing is very labor-intensive, we can quickly build a few temporary pontoon bridges, so that we can cross the Ara River in three or five days and put into pursuit, so our 12th Army will have to take the lead.

"Not necessarily." Caesar smiled indifferently, and then his words seemed to be deliberately addressed to the chief of Gunnilin, who was standing at the foot of the steps, and as if to the three servant tribes of Aeduy, that in one day, in one day, the soldiers and craftsmen of the three legions would build a bridge well equipped to pass through a full army, which was not at all easy in the world of Rome, because we were different from the uncivilized barbarians, and in the face of such an offensive, the Gauls, the Germans, the Aquitaines and the Belgians, Either choose to become a vassal and servant of Rome, or choose to perish.

Julius. Caesar did not speak much, and in one day a wooden bridge across the Ara River was miraculously erected, with piers, watersheds, and earthen embankments, which were not worth boasting of at all, and they proudly said to the officers and men of the Tenth Legion, who were carrying the eagle banner across the bridge, "If there is no shortage of concrete here, we can give the barbarians a perfect stone bridge in one day." ”

The chief of Gunnilin also witnessed this chilling sight, a scene of civilization crushing, it took 300,000 Helveti men nearly ten days, and suffered a terrible price of a quarter of annihilation, to cross such a gentle river by boat bridge, while the Roman army built a bridge and walked over with no confines as if it were intent on showing off, which was clearly a demonstration and contempt for backward civilization!

But the chieftain saw this scene on the cross, and Caesar made a point of saying that he wanted to crucify the ancient chieftain on the cross at the entrance of the bridge, not only to avenge his father-in-law's family, but also to provide a bloody physical example to all people, that is, what kind of fate would be won if they continued to resist the Roman army.

Scavenging birds hovered in the midsummer sun, around the rotting corpses of the chiefs on the cross, and in the camp below, the 30,000 men of Gunirim, whom he had fought to protect, were standing on the newly erected camp with signs waiting to be sold. (To be continued......)