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The soldiers cut down the pine trees, riveted them with iron nails into the shape of a fence seven and a half feet high, sharpened the bottom with swords and tools, plunged deep into the soft sand, and held the cords close together to pull up the zigzag line. Then, wielding picks and shovels, the soldiers dug two trenches in front of the fence, brought in the water from the nearby river, and filled the baskets with earth, and carried them to the back of the fence, along which they formed a slope from a high point - so that behind the fence a temporary platform was actually formed, and on the stakes hung curtains, shields, javelins, and pines for the guards to use. Calabis divided his troops into three waves, one for defense, one for rest and reserve in the back, and a most selected veteran, led by Tagus, hidden in the pine forest slopes on one side.

"It's a standard blockade, and even the door is left around the corner." Milou and Calabis spoke as they stood on the earthen platform and leaned on a stake. The entire rampart is in the shape of a "concave" shape leaning together, and the entrance and exit doors are open on one side, and it is difficult for the enemy to find them from the front.

Calabis remained a little apprehensive, rubbed his hands together, and began to ask Milou - though he was confused by Claudius's stay there, Catiline should not have stopped for long, and perhaps in a day his army would come to this pass. Catiline and Manius, now have two full armies, plus auxiliary and heavy men, probably no less than 20,000 men, and their own blockade, 800 recruits. Can you resist it? It's a big problem.

"Isn't it going to be in the back. Build a road wall again? Milou suggested.

Looking at the soldiers who were sitting and resting on the flat ground under the platform and the slope because they were extremely tired, Calabis sighed and said that there was no need, if there was another double wall, I was afraid that the soldiers would no longer have the strength to cope with the upcoming battle. Eventually, Calabis said, "Now, there is only hope that Catiline will really take this path." And Claudius can really perform the tiptoeing jihua. ”

"It doesn't matter, war is always a game of gods, and you can only hope for good luck. But, Calabis, I don't think you can be wrong in your analysis of Catiline's march, and Mars and Bellow will bless us. Milou said with a tone of affirmation, his light blue eyes widened.

The sea went back and forth, tossing and turning repeatedly. Sweeping the sand along the shore, the next day when they got up in the morning. During the procession according to the certain rules, several soldiers who were on guard shouted: "There is a situation, there is a situation!" "Calabis and the other generals immediately ran up the slope to the fence platform, and saw an umbrella pine hanging the flaming tongue flag in a hill outside the chiffrons, slowly falling—a signal from the spearhead who had been pre-arranged to monitor the pass, indicating that the enemy's advance army was close at hand!

"Hey, give the order!" Several centurions gathered around Calabis.

"Put up the camp flag, a wave of men and horses will hold on to the platform, and a wave will go out to line up." Calabis waved his hand and shouted.

"Toot toot." The sound of the majestic trumpet reminded me that the soldiers of the two wings, marching and blowing trumpets, lined up in the open space between the trench and the rampart. At this time, Catiline's advance force also appeared in the field of vision of Calabis and others, a group of Gallic mercenary cavalry with oval shields on their backs, plus some lightly armed skirmishers, who seemed to be in charge of the role of avant-garde scouts.

The expression of a rebel centurion on horseback who took the lead caught the eyes of Calabis, and he was quite surprised - he did not expect that the road to Liguria across the river valley was cut off by one of Neruda's troops. Moreover, the one guarding this pass-through has a full six brigades!

It is not to blame that this centurion made a mistake in judgment, because he really couldn't see how many troops the other party actually had through the barrier, but there were indeed six brigade battalion flags with different numbers on the barrier, which were all borrowed by Calabis in advance.

"Launch!" At this moment, a torsion ballista on the platform suddenly tilted out a wave of gravel shells, and the rebel scouts immediately exploded into the neighing of men and horses, and several guys who did not hold shields were cut off by stones, blooming with brilliant blood mist, rolling to the ground. "Oh oh oh!" The soldiers of the two wings under the rampart, shouting and beating their shields with their swords, tried to make a loud and threatening cry.

Catiline's scout team, frightened into a daze, collectively turned around, shouted at their mounts, ran backwards, and soon disappeared from view.

"Will the army of Catiline come to attack right away?"

Milou looked at Calabis and analyzed: "If Claudius's army were to follow him, he would have to do so in a very short time to take our ramparts, or else his army would be sealed in this narrow pass, blocked in front and behind, and completely annihilated—so, I suppose—at once, Catiline and Manius would either turn back and pass through Piquenum; Or, they will send their most elite vanguard troops to attack us. ”

About half a quarter later, or rather, when the immensely large golden eagle banner that Marius had used appeared in the eyes of all the soldiers of the Calabis Fortress, Calabis's heart twisted: Milou's second judgment became a fact.

Under the banner of the eagle were Catiline and Manius, dressed in purple robes and armor, and several circles of armed servants and followers, closely guarding the symbol of power of the Roman legions. As for the rebels in the rear, they are not worth mentioning, they are slaves, freedmen and strangers who have no armor or weapons, and are armed with iron rods, daggers and wooden spears.

However, what is frightening is that walking in front of the Eagle Banner, the neat phalanx of five wings, the first two and the third are all neatly armored and shielded, and the legionnaires with fighting swords are vaguely seen from a distance, and many of them are still stubble and gray - this, that's right, definitely veterans of the former Sulla army who came back from Etrunia!

It seems that Catiline did throw in the most precious elite of his army, the veterans. Prepare to crush my defenses in one fell swoop.

Under the blue sea and the sky, the noble golden light of the "Simbri" Eagle Banner was particularly breathtaking, giving the other party an invisible sense of oppression, Calabis's breathing was a little confused, and he also obviously felt the timidity and confusion in the hearts of his subordinate soldiers: Anyway, these guys on the other side, although they are old, they are all monsters crawling out of the pile of dead people on the battlefield for decades, and their experience and ruthlessness are by no means beyond the reach of the rookies under my current command.

As for the six camp flags, it doesn't matter if they deceive and scare each other, they haven't scared the madman Catilin, but don't they know what is going on?

But the situation did not allow Calabis to think more, and the sound of drumming sounded, and several columns of lightly armed stragglers of the rebels, in an irregular formation, rushed forward with shouts, and when they reached a certain distance, they threw their hunting spears and light javelins from outside the trench. On the ramparts, many recruits couldn't hold their breath, didn't pay attention to the centurion's instructions at all, and threw out the javelins in their hands. The javelins in both places, both scattered, fell crosswise in the air, and many of them fell on the heads of the recruits of the two wings of Calabis standing under the ramparts, and the whole queue began to stir uneasily! (To be continued......)