In the morning, as soon as the cold morning sun climbed the hillside, it was blocked by a large haze, and everything on the ground was instantly shrouded in a thick layer of iron gray, and the distant peaks were blurred and difficult to identify. It blends in with the sky of the same color. The fog gradually increased, and in a short time the whole valley was painted a dull gray, and on the grass in the middle of the valley, the bright red eagle banner of the Roman legions still stubbornly exuded a dazzling light.

In the middle of the valley, in the middle of the valley, 100,000 Gallic regiment warriors were already in formation. The neat army was divided into four tiers, the first of which consisted of 3,000 archers, who stood at the forefront of the line in 3 rows. The second layer is composed of young warriors, a total of 8 large squares, each large square of 5,000 people, a total of 40,000 people. They were all around ten years old, wearing light armor and red battle robes, holding short swords in their right hand and shields in their left to protect their bodies. Two javelins were also pinned to the shield. Most of the people's faces are still childish. But he has already shouldered the heavy responsibility of fighting for the country.

The third layer is composed of 4 phalanx of adult warriors, all of whom are already veterans of a hundred battles. The perseverance and vicissitudes on their faces show their brilliant achievements. The two flanks of the legionary array were protected by 5,000 light cavalry on each flank. The neighing of war horses echoed throughout the valley. They seem to have smelled blood, which makes them all restless. Behind the adult soldiers was the fourth layer of the large array, the core of a military formation of 300 elite light cavalry. The eagle on the general's banner stared ahead. Under the banner, Caesar sat on a black war horse and looked out at the Southern Legion in the distance.

On the opposite side of Caesar, the phalanx of the same number of Southern legions was pressing in this direction. They were also well-organized and well-trained, and the two most powerful legions of the Roman Republic met at this time.

A contemptuous smile tugged at the corner of Ferravis' mouth. It seems that before the battle began, he already saw the dawn of victory.

The Southern Legion stopped not far in front of the Gallic Legion, and for a moment the whole valley was silent, and a few birds flew by, their chirping was clearly discernible as they seemed to be unaware of the impending bloody battle below, and still flew around merrily.

Suddenly, a shout erupted in the camp of the Southern Legion. At the same time, they waved all kinds of weapons in their hands and made all kinds of provocative gestures towards the side of the Gallic legions. It was a necessary sign of morale before the charge, but these did not shake Caesar's men in the slightest, but they reciprocated them with silence, a suffocating silence mixed with contempt and disdain for their opponents. The shouts were followed by silence. Both sides are poised for action.

Caesar at this time also urged the war horse into the front of the large array, and the horse's hooves "trampled" on the withered yellow grass, and the idleness in this silence was particularly clear. The soldiers looked back. Caesar on the horse was in good spirits, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the incomparable confidence in his eyes infected every soldier around him.

"General............ Checkmate............ General: "The soldiers affectionately called out to the head of the Julius family, who was nearly 50 years old. There was a look of reverence on their faces. Caesar said loudly on his horse, "Seven years, right?" I remember it was autumn when we set off, and it's been seven years now. Ferravis' resonant voice echoed over the formation. Clearly poured into the ears of every soldier.

As he walked, Ferravis said: "The reason why we have been sent to that place where birds do not lay eggs in Gaul is because the filthy fellows in front of us, the senators, who have been hiding in the city of Rome all the time, holding great feasts, and eating and closing, should make us die for them in Gaul, which is not fair. So here we are, from the warmth of our homes to this barren land. that they might destroy them and destroy them all. Take back our belongings and save our people. We have chased them everywhere, the blood of the dead warriors has not been shed in vain, we have driven them to a dead end, they have nowhere to run, and only one death awaits them. For seven years, we have endured pain for today, for the final battle. ”

"Warriors !!" Caesar took hold of the reins and shouted, "Take up your arms, fight these lackeys of the Senate for the last time, slay them all, and then we can go home and hold our women in our arms to celebrate our great victory!! ”

Suddenly, a terrifying shout erupted in the Gallic legion's array. The shouts were as overwhelming as a flash flood. Each warrior had a murderous aura on his face and anger at the enemy in his eyes. This momentum instantly broke the courage of the Southern Army. Their camp began to loosen up a little, and it was a mess of chaos. But after a short period of rectification, they chose to attack.

Pompey, on the other side, chose the stupidest way to attack, and Caesar already knew that he was going to win when he saw this moment.

The first wave of the Southern Army's attack began, and a phalanx of about 30,000 men pressed close together to the front of the Gallic Legion amid shouts. The sound of footsteps, the clashing of weapons, and the grinding of armor all came together.

By the time the rebels began to attack, Caesar had already returned to the Imperial Cavalry behind. He watched the enemy march on his horse.

"Archers on standby!" Caesar gave the first order.

The horn sounded, and the archers knew that this was an order to prepare to shoot, and then immediately drew arrows from their quivers, put them on the bowstrings, and with the strength of their arms, they drew their bows, and the arrows pointed above the enemy's attacking phalanx. Wait for them to come into attack range. Adult warriors have unsheathed their swords and hold their shields sideways, ready to go. The young warriors at the front drew their javelins from their shields and waited for the enemy to arrive.

The leader of the archer phalanx watched as the enemy came within range of the archers. Then the order was given: "Release the arrows!" ”

Clusters of arrows rained down on the heads of the southern soldiers, and suddenly the screams burst out, and the enemies came down one after another, struggling on the ground in pain, and continued to move forward without being shot. By the time the Southern Legion marched 100 paces in front of the Gallic Legion's main formation, they had left behind a large mass of corpses. They no longer had the courage to charge forward, and all of them were trembling. When a new round of arrows arrived, they howled and turned back! At the same time, a piece of corpse was left behind.

Caesar had already put his heart in his belly, and he knew that victory was only a matter of time. These incompetent Southern legions will no longer pose any threat to their own legions. At the same time as the first snowflakes of the year fell, the order was given to the advance of the whole army. (To be continued.) )