A grey mist shrouded the woodlands, and the icy air was mixed with grease and the choking smell of burning wood; Groups of heavily armed soldiers lined up neatly at the front of the position, and behind the stout and hideous wooden fences, archers and catapults were lined up in turn. More than 100 meters in front of the position is the woods, and under the shroud of fog, it is impossible to see what is inside from the position; The ground from the edge of the woods to the front of the position was relatively flat, and the ashes of the trees, the blood of the soldiers, and the gray-brown dirt fused with each other, freezing into lumps of hard lumps in the bitter cold of the winter nights.

The woods on the opposite side were too quiet in contrast to the noise of the formations and preparations for battle, but nevertheless, all the officers and soldiers who were preparing were well aware that the raging and savage enemy was hiding in the woods; The messenger sent from above has been in the woods for almost 2 hours, and there has been no movement at all.

The black-haired and black-eyed Wang Jun's legs trembled, not because the heavy armor on his body made him unbearable, nor because of the cold wind that kept skewering into the armor, but because Wang Jun knew better than anyone what would happen next.

Wang Jun felt very frightened and helpless. Standing in a neat queue, the 1.73-meter-tall Wang Jun was obviously half a head shorter than others, but fortunately, the armor fitted well, so as not to destroy the image of this mighty military column; But this is not the point, the point is that Wang Jun will not fight at all, whether it is the heavy javelin in his right hand and the short sword hanging from his waist, or the square arch shield in his left hand, it will not give Wang Jun any sense of security.

That damn plugin! Wang Jun cursed over and over again in his heart.

In the first half of last night, I stayed in room 914 of the Jinjiang Inn Hotel on Hanzheng Street in W Han City, wearing big pants, holding a cigarette, blowing air conditioning, and playing a certain game, so happy. Relatively speaking, Wang Jun's game technology is really miserable, so Wang Jun must rely on various plug-ins to satisfy his psychology of "laughing and proud of the game" when playing. Yesterday I played a new game, and naturally, Wang Jun didn't play it once, so he began to collect the corresponding plug-ins on the Internet. Inadvertently Baidu to a page, a so-called universal plug-in deeply touched Wang Jun's heart; Universal! One plugin solves all problems! This advertisement is too exaggerated, right? With the attitude of trying, Wang Jun chose to download, and the result was ...... As soon as the white light flashed in front of Wang Jun's eyes, he was extremely miserable.

In the temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, Wang Jun only wore his fancy big pants, shirtless and barefoot, and appeared in a tent more than 100 meters behind this position, more than a dozen strong men were lying on the simple bed frame with blankets and sleeping soundly, while Wang Jun was standing pitifully on the cold ground!

Damn the plugin! Tragic second half of the night......

Wang Jun twisted his neck vigorously, trying not to recall the tragic past, and the crisis in front of him was what he needed to consider. His Roman legion was about to start a life-and-death battle with the Germanic people hidden in the woods opposite, although under the leadership of General Maximus, the Roman legion finally won the victory, but the Roman legion itself suffered many casualties; Of course, the casualties were basically hoplites and a small number of cavalry, and the long-range and auxiliary units such as archers in the rear were unharmed, and His Majesty Emperor Marcus, who was watching the battle on the hill behind the position, was even more relaxed. Wang Jun felt that he was gray, gray, and miserable! It's just a matter of crossing into the world of the movie "Gladiator", for Mao himself to be a hoplite? For Mao no crossing benefits? Do you even have a friendly hint for Mao?

Suddenly there was a few roars in the woods ahead, and then a white horse galloped towards a knight; The knight was headless, Wang Jun remembered it very clearly, and he was about to start fighting in a while, and Wang Jun's palms were all sweaty. The Roman army was strictly disciplined, and the punishment for running away and not obeying the command was extremely cruel, and the royal army was unfamiliar with the place, and there was no way to escape, not to mention that there were no lone Germanic soldiers or wild beasts in the nearby forests, and they still stayed in the barracks a little safer than their thin arms and legs.

As the Headless Horsemen entered the camp, the Germanic black pressure appeared at the edge of the woods, and the Roman legions began to move their men and horses with a trumpet; Wang Jun's crossing is not really no welfare at all, at least he has a legal identity Wang Jun-Os, at least he can be proficient in the language of this era, otherwise, as soon as the morning dawns, Wang Jun has already been clicked by the Roman legions as a annihilation.

A rocket appears over the battlefield, announcing the beginning of the battle; Wang Jun's head was confused, and he listened to the officer's orders numbly, mechanically following the soldiers around him, advancing towards the enemy on the opposite side step by step.

The Roman legions threw six brigades at a time (one brigade had three squadrons, each squadron had two centuries. The hoplites left two brigades as reserves, and the last two brigades were both defending the old emperor on the slopes of the rear; Although His Majesty the old emperor Marcus himself still has hundreds of guards, no one can guarantee anything in this field battlefield, so be careful. The width of the battlefield was only more than 100 meters, and the length was about 400 meters, and six brigades of hoplites formed a three-layer echelon, approaching the Germans at the edge of the woods; Archers, catapults, and bed crossbows fired from the rear, and the arrows and fire pots were mixed together, and they swept over the infantry ranks, covering the edge of the woods. The Germans, who had no long-range weapons, wept in a rain of arrows and screamed in a sea of fire; Looking at the tragic situation of the enemy on the slope, that is, at the edge of the woods, Wang Jun suddenly realized that he was very lucky that he had not been assigned to the camp of the German, otherwise he might have hung up if he was unlucky at this moment.

The Germans realized that this could not be done, but there was no way, their short bows were only a few dozen meters away, and the number was still very small; It's not worth it to stay here and get beaten, but retreat? The blood-soaked Germans don't think about it at all, at least not yet. The edge of the woods has fallen into a sea of fire, and the first echelon of Roman soldiers have been getting closer and closer to the Germans, under the command of the squadron leader, the Roman soldiers formed a siege battle formation with the squadron as a unit--- turtle shield array, slowing down the speed of advance, but still slowly approaching, and full of momentum. After only one round of arrow rain, nearly 10,000 Germanic soldiers who had escaped the doom of long-range strikes roared out of the woods and rushed violently towards the Roman soldiers who were slowly ascending, and the distance of more than 30 meters was instantaneous; The turtle shield formation is worthy of its name, and the attrition caused by the bows and arrows of the Germans to the Roman soldiers is negligible, of course, if the Germans also have bed crossbows and trebuchets, it is another matter.

The shield arrays of the first echelon were rushed by the black pressed people, and the roars, war drums, and screams lingered around the entire battlefield; Soon the second echelon also fell into the black crowd, only the third echelon was not directly impacted, and there was still time to change the battle formation before receiving the enemy. Fortunately, Wang Jun's brigade was assigned to the third echelon, instead of the first echelon, which now suffered heavy casualties; However, Wang Jun's good fortune ended there.

The shock crowd of the Germans was stagnant in front of the queue formed by the third echelon of the Romans, unlike the Roman soldiers of the first and second echelons, who fell into a melee on all sides as soon as they met the enemy, the royal army only had to face the enemy in one direction in front of them; The soldiers used their shields to block enemy attacks, and their heavy javelins stabbed into the chests of their enemies.

Wang Jun looked at the roaring big man in front of him in horror, the other party was at least a head higher than him, glared at him viciously, and poked himself with a black wooden gun; Subconsciously raised his shield, there was a muffled sound of "Peng", a huge power was transmitted from the shield, the vision rotated rapidly, and a big foot appeared in Wang Jun's pupils. weighs only 63 kilograms, and Wang Jun, whose strength is a scum, was directly poked to the ground by the enemy with a wooden gun; The Elder soldier was stunned for a moment, he wondered when his wooden spear was so powerful, it was not a hammer, it was just a sharpened wooden spear. The centurion who followed Wang Jun was a veteran, and when he saw that the queue was being punched out of a vacant position, he first threw the heavy javelin in his hand and plunged heavily into the body of the enemy who had just woken up from his stunned state, and then quickly rushed forward two steps, drew his short sword, and filled the vacant position.

Blood is flying, stumps are flying, and the king's army is angry!

Before he could put his shield on his face, the centurion's big foot stepped on Wang Jun's face, and fortunately, most of the soles of his feet stepped on Wang Jun's sturdy helmet; Even so, Wang Jun's nose was still injured, I don't know if the bridge of his nose was broken, anyway, there were a lot of nosebleeds. It took the centurion two steps to cross over to the original position of the king's army, the first step was to step on his face, and the second step, of course, was to step on the shield; Wang Jun was lying on the ground, the shield was covered on his body, and the left hand holding the shield was still tightly holding the gauntlet, but the position was just above the little brother, and the centurion went down the second foot, and Wang Jun's left hand comforted his little brother fiercely under the pressure of the shield......

Wang Jun is angry, your sister! Forget about stepping on your face, you still step on your brother!

Throwing away the shield and the heavy javelin, Wang Jun got up from the ground in embarrassment, drew his short sword, and rushed forward, damn it!

The centurion fell straight in the direction of Wang Jun, the back of his head slammed into Wang Jun's feet, his face upright embedded with a short axe, his eyes staring at the gray sky; Wang Jun gasped, gritted his teeth, bypassed the centurion's body, and rushed towards the precarious queue ahead. It's not that Wang Jun is not afraid of death, but the two brigades in the rear, which are reserves, are slowly approaching the battlefield, and they are being watched by so many soldiers, and if they don't rush up and desperately turn back, they will be put to death with the hat of fear of war.

The formation of the third echelon was also chaotic, and the battlefield was mixed with Germanic and Roman soldiers, and everyone was doing the same thing, cutting people; Wang Jun was accompanied by two physically stronger Roman soldiers, and without the influence of shields and heavy javelins, Wang Jun could barely swing his short sword to cut and poke people; Of course, the two strong buddies are the main force, and the royal army is just playing soy sauce, although the number of Germanic soldiers in the battlefield is more than that of the Romans, but the number of Roman soldiers in the local area is still about the same as that of the Germans. The equipment and combat skills of the Germanic soldiers were inferior to the Roman soldiers, but the bravery and physical strength of the Germanic soldiers were superior to the Roman soldiers, and with the advantage of numbers, the intertwined battle situation gradually tilted towards the Germans; Naturally, Wang Jun also lost the beautiful situation of playing soy sauce and having no danger, the short sword in his right hand had been knocked away, and under the heavy kick of a long-haired Erman soldier, Wang Jun flew obliquely to the feet of another short-haired Erman soldier; Looking up at the short-haired man smiling and raising the hammer in his hand, Wang Jun, who was already exhausted and covered with nosebleeds, was completely desperate.

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