"When the Turks fled, they could not be overtaken. They are like clever flies, you chase him, he runs away, and then you stop, he turns around and kills you. —The Bard of the Crusaders

In the face of this clumsy formation, it was okay to scare the rest of the more backward barbarians who had never seen the world, but the soldiers of the Ninth Legion and the Twelfth Legion pushed and squeezed them with their shields from both sides, and then the brave soldiers even threw down their shields, and jumped up on the shield of the first column of the "Iron Tortoise" with a short sword, stepped on the "back" of the big tortoise, the shield like fish scales, and tore apart or lifted the shield held by the Suebi people, and then stabbed down with their swords, and the blood of the brains and arteries fluttered and sprayed out like underground springs - as a result, In just half a day, the iron-armored turtle in the Suehui people's cottage was torn apart, and one person ran away with a "little turtle shell" on his back.

At this time, the right flank of the Germanic tribal alliance completely collapsed with the collapse of the Suebi Iron Tortoise, and many Roman soldiers used iron hooks to pull over the wooden fences and fences between the cart camps, and began to infiltrate into the arson massacre.

On the central front, the Sewefers, who fought to the death, did not know the end of their army's right flank due to distance, and still lined up in dense formations, fighting with Caesar's three main legions, but just as Milou had expected - as the battle lengthened, the Sweevers slowly fell into a disadvantage, they liked to shout to show their might when fighting, wielding swords and making all kinds of terrifying movements, but this flashy tactic also made their physical strength deplete quickly. But the diminutive Romans had already adapted to the heavy equipment and weapons in their daily manualized training, and they were calm and relaxed when defending. Walk like a fly when attacking. The 100-man team was able to keep the same pace. Whipping up a deadly blade at any moment, they were better suited to this kind of group-based long decisive battle than the Germanic people, who looked very fierce. In addition, the difference in the weapons of the two sides in the battle was also highlighted, and the Severers, who were backward in skill, except for the noble cavalry, who had better armor, most of them were still half-naked, armed with inferior wooden-handled spears that could be cut off at a moment's notice. Huddled together in a chaotic manner, fighting the nimble and ferocious Romans, only to rain down on swords and guns, resulting in huge casualties.

Soon, however, Aliovistus launched a ferocious cavalry assault on the right flank of the Romans, the line of Apis's eleventh legion, and it was not long before Apis's three columns were torn apart by two columns, even though the commander himself stood in the third column (fortunately, Apis was more cautious in his battles, if he, like Secledilius, preferred to stand at the head of the line and command). I'm afraid I'm already dead at this point, even if I can escape with my life. also lost control of the team) struggled to resist, and the entire legion was shaken violently.

Caesar was obviously superior in this regard, his six thousand Gallic cavalry remained unmoved, and Aliovistus threw the last elite cavalry into Appis's eleventh legion, which was an encouraging result, but it also meant that he was exhausted, because all the cards in his hand had been exhausted.

It is true that war is like mathematical addition and subtraction, and although it is sometimes boring to explain, it is true, and a good commander on the battlefield requires not only bravery, talent, and art, but also precise calculations and rigorous brains.

Now it's Caesar's turn to play his cards, "Raise my red cloak again, little Crassus, I will take our allies to assault with you, as long as you see my cloak, the eleventh legion will regain its footing, and I am personally equal to an army of ten thousand." Caesar was the first to ride out of the city, and the rest of the Gallic cavalry roared and galloped away on the right flank with the Roman commander, while Vicintoli, the leader of the Alvennies, watched in silence Caesar's departing back, pulling the reins without saying a word, until the men around him reminded him of his duty to follow the governor of Gaul.

"Yes, yes, maybe Caesar is right, the barbarians who learn the techniques and tactics of the Romans are all defeated and destroyed at the very end, how stupid are those people, they think that they can learn Rome, but they don't know that since the Roman infantry brigade is at the peak of the level, then even if you use your strength to eat, you will always be just a clumsy second-rate imitator, and the second-rate can fight first-class? Never, so Vicintoli had to break the spell of boredom. When the scheming young man had finished grunting this, he clamped his horse's belly and rushed out of the horse.

Caesar's cavalry, which had been recuperating for a long time, showed off their strength and stabilized the loose position of the Eleventh Legion, and the tired Severan cavalry was met with a fierce counterattack by Crassus the Younger, and by this time their right flank and center had been broken, and many Roman centurians had already rushed into the camp and began to slaughter women and children indiscriminately, and the flames and howls rose into the sky, disturbing their sanity, and this defeat was only a matter of time.

"Was the shrine maiden really wrong this time? Is it really wrong?" Ariovistus, accompanied by four or five loyal nobles, mingled with the defeated army, and fled towards the king's tent in the chariot camp, where the servants were scattered in all directions, some carrying treasures and ready to take advantage of the opportunity, while others rushed to the stables to take the horses, and Aliovistus' two wives and two daughters stood at the tent door in a daze, bewildered, until their husband and father ordered a few mules and horses, and then they awoke and walked along the wooden fence of the chariot camp. Braving the rain of javelins of the pursuing Romans, they ran towards the side of Dukes Hill, where there were dense woods for shelter, but on the way, a group of Roman infantry carrying silver-plated iron flags came at a rapid pace, and luckily encountered Aliovistus and his wife and daughter, and without saying a word, threw out a platoon of javelins, and the wife of the Germanic king from the Suebi, because she was at the outermost part of the procession, was immediately pierced by three javelins, and even her neck was broken, and she fell under her horse with her head tilted, Like the corpses of the rest of the lowly clansmen, they rolled into the trench by the camp.

Aliovistus did not even dare to help, so he could only bow down in pain, gritting his teeth and continuing to die, knowing that he had committed countless sins against the many tribes of Gaul in the previous fourteen years, and that they would not spare Caesar at this time.

But at this juncture, he still hoped that Caesar would open up to Severf, because after all, when he fled, he did not order the execution of the hostages sent by the Gallic tribes, which he thought would be a betrayal of his opponents. (To be continued......)