The soldiers of all the legions, in a formation of hundreds, shouted the banner of the falcon and the cloak of the blood spear that followed the commander, and marched majestically out of the main gate of the camp, along the meanders of the Renus River, towards the chariot camp of the 120,000 Sewver.

Or to put it more bluntly, the Twelfth Legion was a long column, in the most dangerous area, that is, between the Dukes Hill and the Che Battalion, slowly moving forward, and its madness even the enemy was shocked, almost all the little chiefs climbed the temporary tower of the Che Camp, pointed to the Roman queue with lighted torches, and talked loudly and argued, even Aliovistus rushed to hear the news, and looked at this scene in amazement, his hands were trembling with anger, but he was a little afraid that this was a trap for the Romans, "When the morning sun rises, If I had confirmed that there was no main force around the Romans, I would have known the men on the Dukes Hill and rushed down to chop up and eat the column. ”

In the early hours of the morning, just as Aliovistus had just raised his flag on the opposite side of Mount Dux, Caesar's battalion trumpet shook the sky, and many of the Roman soldiers in the first column directly used tools to knock down the main gate and the wooden fence, and the remaining five legions, with the eleventh legion as the reserve, and the four regular legions lined up, forming a wide front that stretched for twenty stadias, and rushed out from the front of the camp destroyed by his own people, and there was no doubt about this situation: Caesar's decisive day is today!

This is the decisive day of the Romans, the initiative is in their hands, and the thunderbolt method is used, and the Germans in the previous days, too much faith in the witch's divination, will only passively wait, at this moment in the face of the rapid advance of the Romans, actually rushed to the ground. Aliovistus hurriedly ordered several nobles to reorganize the entire army. Prepare to go out of camp and engage the Romans. And he put on his own armor. He did not forget to go to the camp of the witch, and asked suspiciously: "Respected spokesman of God, now that your words are full of contradictions and unknowability, I hate my own insensitivity to the will of God, but I still have the courage to ask for a verdict, that is, you said that the war before the new moon was not good for us, but now that the sound of the Roman trumpets and horses' hooves has echoed in front of our camp, how will the Renus River help me?" ”

"It's simple. God will give you the answer when you go to war, my king. The shrine maiden said mysteriously through the tent.

"Then let the war give me a clear answer, what mortals seek in the sea of blood in the world is often the true meaning of that sentence." Enveloped in black iron, Aliovistus stepped onto his black steed and galloped towards the final battle.

The battle was fought first at the foot of Dukes Mountain, and the Sweevers cavalry, after the king raised his banner, were seen along the bare slopes. The men and horses are one, and they let out a cry of death. Coming towards the unsuspecting long column of the Twelfth Legion—three thousand sturdy cavalry, with an equal number of foot attendants, were perfectly coordinated and unmistakable.

Saab under the banner of the mountain falcon hurriedly blew his whistle, and the twelve legions of the long serpent suddenly turned in unison and turned into an extremely long horizontal formation, and the Severer cavalry, who were still raiding, thought that the group of Romans at the foot of the mountain was crazy: this kind of narrow and deep queue could not withstand even our first assault.

At the second whistle, the strength of ten brigades of the Romans, each brigade was immediately divided into four columns of seventy-five men, and quickly formed a hollow phalanx, lined up in a staggered formation of six in the front and four in the back, and three columns on each side of the hulala, in turn, half-kneeling, cat-waisted and standing, forming an impenetrable iron wall with shields and javelins, and the Vibichinas, who followed on the four sides of each phalanx, quickly dismounted, and the teams drew their bows and arrows, and fired rows of arrows at the Sewver cavalry and squires who rushed down.

Beforehand, Li Bida and Sabo specially explained that they should not aim their arrows at the cavalry, but specifically aim at the huge horses facing the target, once the horses are killed and wounded, then the cavalry will be completely finished.

At the same moment that the rain of arrows flew out, a small number of Severers who remained on the top of the hill lit a huge fire, cut the ropes that were tied to it, and the fire was churning, rumbling along the cavalry with the wind and rain, and smashed into the Roman formation.

In an instant, the arrows that flew fiercely, the fireworks that suddenly rose, the bodies of the men and horses screaming and flying in front of the javelin wall, and the figures of the legionaries who were knocked down and killed immediately rolled backwards, like rapidly changing film under Dukes Mountain, terrifying.

In the firelight, although many of the hollow phalanxes of the Twelfth Legion fell, most of them still leaned close together, and tried their best to turn the spearheads of the heavy javelins outward, the first column of Severver cavalry and squires could not stop from the hillside, and the blood flew on the wall of the spearhead, and the second or third column could not pull the rhythm, and the wrapped horses' hooves (originally the Sweffer cavalry hoped that the steep hillside would not hurt their beloved horses) trampled their fallen and undead allies to the point that their brains and organs were thrown everywhere, and when they tried to detour to the wings, The cavalry archers attached to the Twelfth Legion were shot on their backs, and the foot attendants who followed behind them were still crawling in the light of the fire and the corpses, picking up their weapons and preparing to engage the Roman phalanx, but the second and third waves of arrows rained down in an instant, and they were cut to the ground like wheat, and this "Apollo plague" was simply terrible.

The sudden blow still did not frighten the following Sewefers, who knew that if they retreated, they would become the target of the arrows, but under the fierce rain of arrows, their horses were shot and wounded a lot, and they couldn't help but scold the Romans for not paying attention to martial arts, because only the most despicable warriors would poison the horses under the knight's crotch. So these Severers, out of love for their horses, jumped off their horses, and most of them, in order to charge lightly, did not wear chain mail, but wore animal skin cloaks and short spears, and stepped on the corpses of their companions and horses to attack all over the mountain, only to be killed by arrows because they were not armored.

"Ignore the enemy's scolding, and the wings of the cavalry must not stop firing, and do not be afraid to shoot at the flag of the colored Weavers, shoot indiscriminately, and shoot rapidly!" Li Bida, who was on the rear line of the phalanx, rode a white owl and shouted fiercely at the ashamed Vibichina people, and by Li Bida's side, the cavalry cannon had been unloaded.

"Your Excellency, the front line is commanded by Milou, but the rear line of our army is always threatened by the Severan chariot battalion, and once they come out of the camp to attack us, it will be dangerous!" Pop, who had made a good cavalry cannon, stood under the head of Li Pida's horse and gestured loudly. (To be continued......)