Li Bida's eyes were quick, and he immediately drew his short sword, and cut off the guy's spear from the middle, and then the owl quickly spun around in place, and rushed over again, and little Hortensius followed, raised the Celtic long sword, and slashed the samurai's head and shoulders together. At this time, the village was full of swaying Balantians, but most of the eyes were on that side, and rushed impatiently in the direction of the pass. Li Bida and the rest jumped off the horse, pulled out a short sword, carried a long shield on his back, crossed a courtyard, a howling barbarian warrior held a sword and was ready to split down, Li Bida stepped forward with a sword, and directly pierced the arm that he had not had time to cut off with the sword on the eaves pillar, and then drew a dagger and cut the throat of the other party, the barbarian warrior hung his arm up, tilted his head and leaned on the eaves pillar and died. Li Bida walked through the dimly lit house, kicked open the back door, and cut down the barbarian soldiers who were throwing stones beside the door, and then rushed to the high ground where the village watchtower was.

At this time, many of the Balantians in the village spotted the traces of this small group of Romans, and they ran either to the high ground or to the roof of the houses with agility, and shot stones and bows and arrows at them, and Li Bida gritted his teeth, and the rain on his face flowed down his neck and cloak into his underwear, and on both sides there was the swishing sound of arrows and stones passing by, and the crackling sound of falling on the wooden beams of the watchtower around him, and he could only carry the shield that kept shaking behind his buttocks, and climb up the wooden ladder of the watchtower with his servants. There was a shout, and Li Bida was the first to climb into the fence of the watchtower, and the three standard-bearers and trumpeters were nesting there with their knees folded, their faces full of panic, for fear that the barbarians would find them and see the treasurer turn in. There was even a look of shame and horror. But Li Bida didn't say a word. He snatched the C-shaped trumpet from the trumpeter. Then on the side of the misty and rainy pass cliff, he puffed up his cheeks and blew violently, and the sharp trumpet transmitted a message, asking the hundred-man team on the other side of the pass to immediately turn back and fight.

Little Hortenhues and several other servants also stretched out their flags and shook them vigorously.

Then, Li Bida turned to that side again, facing Saab's large army. He also sounded the trumpet with all his might.

Soon, the sound of military trumpets echoed on both sides.

In the end, the hundred-man team that got the signal, in order to avoid being annihilated by the partition, turned back and killed, and they made a simple shield wall with Celtic long shields, and braved the bullets of the Balantians, regardless of the casualties that fell to the ground one after another, and struggled to come up; On the other hand, Sabokemus's brigade also dispersed the Baranthians' interception cavalry. Gradually. Connected to the remnants of the vigilant detachment that were still scuffling outside the village, the Balantians began to mount their horses. Scattered in the rain and fled. Zuihou, when these barbarians left, Li Bida asked the weighing officer to count the battle damage, and his own side was killed by nearly 200 people at this time, and the two centurians each lost more than half, and the number of attackers ambushed by the other party was more than 300 cavalry, and only killed more than 30 people on the other side. But if Li Bida hadn't bravely rushed into the high ground of the village and used the military horn to contact the various isolated teams, I am afraid that these two hundred-man teams would have been completely annihilated.

What was even more demoralizing was that the heads of many fallen soldiers were cut off by these brutes and hung under the saddle and taken away. In the terrifying screams of the Balantian women, who were still clearly audible in the dense forest, Li Bida, who had some prostration, still put the bronze trumpet on the watchtower, and then slowly descended, and the flag bearers in the village were holding bloodstained flags, shouting the names of their comrades, not knowing whether the other party was dead or alive. There were also quite a few people sitting in mud puddles, wiping their weapons with linen cloths, panting.

Some soldiers dismantled the planks and windows of the abandoned houses, and then placed the bodies of their fallen comrades on them, and the rain had slowly stopped, but the afternoon sky was still the same gray color, and the slim cliffs, dark rivers and boundless dense forests could not be distinguished, so that people had to have a heavy sense of depression, and then someone took the fire and lit the cremation pile, and many comrades gathered around the fire, both to express mourning and to warm themselves.

This plain of Compranion seems to be the domain of these savage Balantians.

By the fire, in front of Li Bida, several servants led the trumpeters and standard-bearers who did not follow their duties well with ropes, and walked to the back of a high slope, so as not to let the rest of the soldiers see this scene, the three of them trembled a little, slowly took off their armor and clothes, and then knelt down with their backs to the hillside, and little Hortensius very neatly executed them one by one with his sword, blood mixed with sludge, showing a kind of paint-like brightness, holding the helmet and witnessing Li Bida was silent, until the serious boy of Italy, He was given a drawing board with a sketch of Jihua who crossed the pass and attacked the Balantian tribe.

Without looking closely, Li Bida exchanged the drawing board back, and just said, "After crossing the pass, you and I will take a cavalry team to survey the terrain of the Compranion Plain on the spot." ”

In the evening, Li Bida's stragglers climbed the cliffs on both sides of the pass, carefully searching for any barbarian ambushes, torches and trees swaying like ghosts, reflecting everyone's faces with fear and hideousness, followed by the light column of the avant-garde troops crossing the pass, followed by the baggage team and the three elephants. All the soldiers and horses of the Thyme Legion appeared on the plain of Camplainnan after almost the second half of the night, and when the soldiers in front of them were tired in the early morning of the next day, they raised their shovels and shovels and dug trenches, and suddenly under a hillside, a large number of Balantian cavalry rushed out, and the devil knows how they were ambushed, anyway, after a chaotic battle, the half-dug trench was full of the corpses of the slain soldiers of the Thyme Legion, and more people were rushed and trampled on each other in a hurry, This time the legion killed no less than three hundred.

After the two battles, Li Bida's troops lost 500 men, and although the camp was erected, many soldiers began to hide in tents in fear, and they were full of fear and dissatisfaction when they were on duty.

In front of the fence of the camp, the Balantians would also throw their javelins with flames into Lipida's camp at night, or ambush and kill the lone Roman spearhead or baggage team, and then throw their bloody heads into the camp, and the whole camp began to permeate the atmosphere of fear of war, and even the financial reward of His Excellency the Treasurer did not play a big role - but Li Bida still instilled in the soldiers and slaves through the "Ten Soldiers Committee" of the various brigades: "Patience, You have no place to escape here, only to be killed in the wilderness by the barbarians. ”

But there were still native Iberian soldiers who began to flee, and dozens of them ran away in one night. (To be continued......)