Then, Sabo understood that the tens of thousands of Helvetians left here, most of whom were Gunirins, already knew that they were destined to die. But they didn't seem to complain about it, and they learned to accept the arrangement of the gods, which the Helvetians living in the valley of wind and snow were accustomed to, so Sabo looked into the distance, and in the half-advanced barbarian camp (originally Gunirin was preparing to block the pursuit of Caesar's army, they still hoped to cross the river to Brittany, the distant migration place of their dreams), there were about thirty or forty thousand Gunirin women, children, old and weak, sitting densely and quietly beside the caravan baggage, watching the back of the tribal men rushing into battle, I knew in my heart that most of these men would not return, and that murderous Roman governor still had a few legions at hand that had not yet been invested, so there was no point in us risking stones to cross the bridge in this way, and should we send all the women and children to other tribes to beg? A tribe of Gunirin who has lost their male body will be destroyed no matter what!

Seeing this, Saab Kemus actually had a sour nose, and he silently walked to the cannon who had placed the huge stone projectiles on the wild donkey stone thrower, and stopped the other side from continuing to shoot, with the excuse that "don't bombard, there are only women and children in the camp over there, and we have to expect them to sell them for a good price in the camp." ”

Over there, on the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, the Gunylin swarm impact like a vicious wave has broken through the first wooden barrier, and the battle has reached a white-hot situation in front of the second wooden fence, both sides are using swords, spears and shields to fight each other to the death, little Hortensius personally stood in the front line of the fighting ground with the team flag to boost morale, and the barbarians also held the totem of the tribe. A pair of gilded wheel flags. But see the flags of both sides waving. Back and forth, the barbarians are sworn to move forward, the Twelve Legions are brave and do not retreat, the battle situation is very cruel, many people cut the blade of the sword, stabbed it, they pull out the dagger to fight, many people even hug each other. Rolling around in front of trenches and wooden fences, taking off their helmets and smashing at each other.

Milu, who looked at this scene, was that he had served straight from the Sulla era to the present, but he couldn't help but be anxious and worried, now the thousand-man brigade was rampage, although it could disrupt the subordinates of the Gunirin people, but the number of the other party was too much, and it was by no means a rabble, maybe it would be counter-besieged, not only might it destroy the essence of the twelve legions that Li Bida had been operating for a long time. They will even lose hills and valuable equipment, delaying the planning of the entire army; I don't support it. But looking at the camp at the foot of the mountain, there are only two infantry brigades, and under the attack of the Gunirin people who are several times their size, they will not be able to hold out for too long, and you must know that the eighteen cavalry cannons of the Ludao Road are also there, and it is a great loss to be destroyed or captured, and now we can only count on the four subsequent brigades to catch up and support as soon as possible.

Milu, who came and went, and Sabo on the side was calmer, he turned his eyes sideways, looking at the position at the foot of the mountain in the fireworks and blood mist, and seemed to be more confident that Li Bida would come to help in time.

Under the scorching sun, Li Bida ran at the front of the queue with the eagle banner of the legion, the tassels on the helmets of the soldiers continued to shake with the pace, they crossed the long grass, and rushed in directly from the back door of the camp, when the two brigades drew their swords and threw them into the front line for reinforcements, and crossed the cavalry artillery position, all the gunners did not look at it at all, but mechanically kept loading, twisting, firing, and then reloading all the stone bullets or javelins fell in the middle and back of the large group of barbarian troops, and the corpses there fell the most, forming a death isolation zone, But the successive barbarians remained unmoved, and continued to reinforce their troops.

"What did you bring even the mountain falcon flag for! It's going to put it in danger in this battle. Little Hortensius couldn't help but shout when he saw the commander and the Eagle Banner who were already standing next to him fighting, he didn't want the Twelve Legions to lose their banner because they couldn't resist the enemy's onslaught, even if it was an auxiliary legion, such a result was unacceptable to him, even if he entered Hades after dying in battle.

"There are two more brigades in the rear camp, and I told them, if the two heralds who have reported the victory after the hour have not arrived, let the six centurions come in with the most rearly reserves! So don't worry, the four legions of Caesar will come soon. As he spoke, Li Bida lowered his posture suddenly, and a howling barbarian slashed the axe into the metal corner of his shield, and then the barbarian was ruthless, kicking the shield with his feet lifelessly, and his hands desperately tried to pull out the axe, Li Bida very neatly crossed a sword, cut off his ankle, the other party snorted and fell sideways, Tagus took over, straight into his back, blood spurted out.

"That's not good, all four of us will be wiped out here." Little Hortensius still lacked the courage of the old soldiers, and said with some hesitation.

"Don't you think it's inappropriate for you to say these things that affect morale!" Li Bida shouted sharply, "Which of us standing beside you didn't come out of the battlefield full of dead people?" Today, the banner of the Balantian Mountain Falcon is placed here, and either everyone will turn their backs to it, forget the glory of Lusitania and flee shamefully, or they will defend it and call on the protection of the god of war to defeat the enemy once and for all. Hearing this, little Hortensius could only shake his head, send the camp flag to the flag officer next to him, and then took the mountain falcon flag with his own hands, and stood straight in the shadow of the sword.

On the other side, the Gunirims were completely insane, they didn't care about casualties, they didn't ask about the fate they were about to face, they just thought that as long as they eliminated the Romans who had some strange tactics in front of them, they would get what they wanted.

But Julius. Caesar was destined not to give them this opportunity, and on the back of the gentle slope opposite Mount Viai, the eagle banners of the four legions gradually rose, followed by the soldiers' hats and helmets, which shone like countless grains of wheat, like a cloud of black copper and iron, swept across the slope, and twenty-four thousand warriors formed a wide line and hurried towards the crossing point.

When Caesar learned that Lypidaus's auxiliaries had bitten the main force of the Gunirins, he hurriedly offered sacrifices in front of the shrine of Venus, and immediately sent all the generals and sergeants out of the camp to reinforce Lybida in a combat posture, and by the way, completely annihilated the Gunirin who had not yet crossed the river.

At the forefront of them were thousands of cavalrymen from the three tribes, including the Aeduis, who were galloping and anxious, especially the Alobrogis, and when they knew that it was His Excellency Li Bida, the legion envoy who had come to their tribe before, who had been attacked by the Gunirins, they cried out that this man could not die, and that we still had a huge debt to help him clear! (To be continued......)