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Since the establishment of the Fourth Legion, all the officers and men of the Legion know that the commander attaches great importance to the weapon of the bow and crossbow.

2,400 crossbowmen, 4 brigades!

How could the Roman legions ever have such a brigade?

Not only that, but the Fourth Legion actually equipped more than twice the number of crossbows according to the number of crossbowmen on foot!

Everyone understands that this bow is more delicate, prone to breakdown and damage, and it takes a lot of time to repair; Exceeding the soldiers' allocation of bows and crossbows should be considered to avoid the phenomenon of soldiers empty-handed and other weapons.

However, this is not delicate to the extent that a large number of bows and crossbows fail every day, right?

Normally, a 1:50 spare bow and crossbow is enough, but this commander is too wasteful! You know, bows and crossbows are not cheap, and crossbows can take up a lot of space when stored!

Many people can't figure it out.

This bow and crossbow has a complex structure (relative to the bow), is inconvenient to carry, has a limited range, is delicate to maintain, and has a high cost, so what's so good?

How good are the short swords, daggers, shields, these weapons! Not to mention that the usual bumps can still be used, but there are really some big problems, hand them over to the craftsman to knock and beat, and it will be over in a while, at most, find a place to grind yourself.

Wang Jun was not originally from this era, so his thoughts were naturally different.

It's easy to get started, which is a great advantage of a bow and crossbow; With the leg wound and the crossbow shot, even a child can easily take out a strong man.

Among the more than 2,000 miscellaneous soldiers, non-bow craftsmen and miscellaneous servants were all required by Wang Jun to learn the basic maintenance of bows and crossbows and master the use of bows and crossbows; Forget about the repair of the bow and crossbow, this is still left to the professional counterpart craftsman!

Wang Jun only kept a little spare bow and crossbow as a stockpile, and the rest were all distributed, which definitely did not occupy the area of the military arsenal.

Foot crossbowmen, a natural hand; Miscellaneous soldiers, one by one, even if you are just a fellow.

Generally speaking, miscellaneous soldiers are absolutely at a disadvantage in war, whether they are blocked by the enemy on the march or attacked by the enemy in the camp, the miscellaneous soldiers are the objects of slaughter; But in the Fourth Legion, the miscellaneous soldiers are not easy to mess with, especially when the miscellaneous soldiers are piled up, and if the enemy is not careful, he may capsize in the gutter.

Of course, the miscellaneous soldiers are only responsible for logistics after all, and only well-trained crossbow soldiers can really give full play to the value of bows and crossbows.

For crossbowmen, participating in high-intensity battles determines whether they live or die not because of how thick the soldier's arms, how bold he is, and how long he is...

Under the premise of absolute obedience to orders, it is not the soldier himself who determines life and death, but whether the bow and crossbow in the soldier's hand are good or not, and whether it can last......

Wang Jun understood this very well, so tonight, all the miscellaneous soldiers of the legion had turned in their bows and crossbows; The crossbowmen who were preparing for battle, each carrying a crossbow and a crossbow on their backs, and four full quivers at their feet.

Estimating that the time was almost up, Wang Jun motioned for the trumpeter to start working.

The desolate sound of trumpets emanated from the center of the camp, piercing the thick night and overpowering the dense drumbeat of the enemy.

The surviving hoplites on the battlements broke away from the enemy, jumped to the inside of the battlements, landed and rolled forward, and then began... Crawling desperately on the ground in a variety of postures.

When the Picts and Scots heard the trumpet, they became even more frenzied, and after fighting the Romans for many years, the Romans generally understood the trumpet; These Roman recruits are too inferior, and they want to run away after only a long time of fighting!

Howls filled the camp and beyond.

The Picts and Scots took advantage of the complete "escape" of the Roman hoplites on the battlements of the walled city and successfully captured all the battlements; Victory is in sight! In their excitement, the Picts and Scots rushed down the battlements and rushed towards the huge and strange "pergola" in the center of the camp; In the flickering firelight, more than 100 Roman "wounded soldiers" were crawling on the ground in various ridiculous postures, not waiting for us to cut them!

Why did the Roman soldiers use "climbing" when they feint to retreat?

First of all, I am worried about accidentally injuring my own people. When the officers and men on duty retreated, they had to crawl across that open field, well, the modern name is crawling forward; The bow and crossbow are used well, and they are definitely a big killer, but on this dark night, the visibility is too low, and it is easy to accidentally injure your own people.

Secondly, this open field has already been manipulated, and if you run, there is a good chance that the ** soldiers will fall and don't even know their mother; If you climb, it's a little slower, but it's much safer.

Of course, the enemy who jumped off the battlements and bravely pursued the Roman hoplites did not think so.

In their eyes, these fleeing fellows must have been injured; If they weren't injured, then the Romans were definitely running fast one by one, how could they crawl slowly on the ground? You have to figure it out, Lao Tzu, these brave warriors, are just behind them and slashing people!

Well, that's a misunderstanding.

It's just that this misunderstanding has very serious consequences for the Picts and the Scots.

A Pict warrior "flew" faster than Liu Xiang, he looked excitedly at the Roman soldiers close at hand, Yiyin chased two more steps, and fiercely used the axe to split the big ass that was twisting on the ground in half.

Suddenly, the Pickett lost his center of gravity with one kick, and the whole person fell forward in a hurry.

Accidentally falling, it's nothing, but at the moment of planting, the Pickett warrior suddenly found in fear that the foot he stepped on was firmly stuck in place, and he couldn't normally rush forward with his body to move forward!

"Click!" The sound of the shin bone breaking in the calf rang out, and the pain that pierced the heart reached every cell of the Pickett's body.

"Ah......" A heart-rending scream made people feel creepy.

Suddenly going from 10 m/s to 0.000001 m/s, the Pickett's body twisted and fell to the ground in an extremely strange way, and the short axe that escaped from his hand slashed in an arc and flew forward......

In front of the Picket warriors, the Roman soldiers who were crawling on the ground with their butts twisting wildly, suddenly felt how their crotch became cold, but the situation was critical, and they didn't dare to look back, so they had to continue to crawl forward! Climb forward...

Open flat land?

no！

The ground deliberately destroyed by Wang Jun, where you can still run in the middle of the night?

Not to mention running, you have to take a leisurely walk with a torch.

A dozen or so enemies who rushed to the front with a roar had only run ten meters away from the battlements, and half of them fell, and one by one the unlucky ones were holding their legs and howling on the ground.

To say that the Picts and Scots are indeed crazy enough, half of them fell inexplicably, and the rest of the lucky ones actually ignored it; Maybe it's the darkness that they can't take care of, maybe it's the way they're used to in battle, but in short, the lucky ones continue to run wild.

More Picts, Scots, jumped off the battlements and began to chase down the Roman soldiers crawling on the ground; And on the battlements, people are constantly climbing up; To make matters worse, the gates of the camp were opened in all four directions, and more Picts and Scots roared in......

The Roman hoplites, as they crawled through the flickering bonfires, carried out their orders well, and scattered the bonfires with a few blows with their short swords.

As the piles of bonfires dissipated, the open area of the circle dozens of meters wide gradually fell into darkness; The only bright place in the camp was the battlements, which had changed owners, and the figures of the Picts and Scots were constantly shaking and jumping on the battlements under the light of the torches.

The darkness gave the Roman soldiers better cover, and the retreating soldiers no longer had to worry about a dagger or something terrible flying from behind them; At a distance of several tens of meters, they struggled to get up, and in a minute at most, the hoplites climbed and rolled into the small trench that had been dug in the afternoon.

"First row! Percussion! In the dark "pergola", a low command suddenly sounded.

"Smack!" In response, a dull series of crossbow strikes sounded.

Can't wait for the bloodthirsty crossbow arrows, whistling to pierce the darkness; At a distance of tens of meters, it rushed by; 660 swarthy crossbow arrows, centered on the well in the center of the circular position, spread rapidly in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers.

The first three rows of crossbowmen, under the orders of the officers, began the famous three-stage shooting.

The night covered up the sin, and the crossbowmen silently played the music of death.

"Bu, Bu!"

"Bang! Bite! ”

"Ahh

"Poof!"

In the darkness, crossbow arrows struck people, wood, metal, or dirt, and there was a chaotic sound that could not be pleasant.

"Second row! Percussion! ”

"Third row! Percussion!

"First Row ......"

The first three rows of crossbowmen in a circular formation move in unison; Receive an order, fire, draw a crossbow arrow, wind it, wait for the order, and fire again; Wave after wave of arrow rain continued to pour down in all directions, endlessly; The recruits can't see how many enemies there are, so they just listen to the order to shoot and shoot again.

Picts and Scots poured in from all directions, but they were held back by an invisible barrier in the circular open field.

In the innermost circle of the annular "pergola", the fourth row of crossbowmen stands on a mound 40 cm high; They have only one mission:

Snipe your lucky enemies.

In the dark night, under the continuous three-stage shooting, the enemy who can still rush through the open field 50 meters wide and full of potholes and ravines the size of a bowl mouth is definitely lucky!

Objectively speaking, the Picts and the Scots, they can definitely be regarded as warriors.

Fearless darkness, fearless death!

In just a few minutes, the Picts and Scots, who were roaring unilaterally, had already fallen in the open area designed by Wang Jun.

The Picts and Scots, who had discovered that something was wrong, remained fearless; The warriors, who lacked a unified arrangement, rushed to the ring position of the Fourth Legion in a more dense manner amid the roars of their respective tribal leaders.

"Step archers! Sortie! ”

"Light infantry! Sortie! ”

Affected by the darkness of the night, Wang Jun could only comprehensively judge the changes in the situation on the battlefield in the outer ring through spiritual perception and hearing; Feeling that the enemy was too dense at the moment, he was worried that the three-stage fire of the crossbowmen would not be able to withstand it, so he immediately threw himself into reserve.

The infantry archers and light infantry, standing in a circular formation in a circular "pergola", immediately trotted into the circular clearing between the circular "pergola" and the circular "pergola". There was no cover above this area, which was dangerous for the soldiers, so the infantry archers lined up in the outermost circle kept a distance of about 5 meters from the inner edge of the circular "pergola"; Only in this way can you try to avoid your own casualties when the archers and light infantry can play a role.

"Step archers! Ejection! ”

"Light infantry! Far Throw! ”

"Fourth Platoon Crossbowmen! Full speed shot! ”

Thousands of arrow feathers rose into the air at a large angle, followed by thousands of javelins, like fountains, rising rapidly from the middle of the battlefield, rising as they continued to rise, and began to spread in all directions.

The Picts and the Scots made a final stand, and they bet on all the warriors.

Regardless of whether the fallen companion still breathed or not, the dense crowd held a variety of weapons aloft and trampled on the bodies of their companions, roaring as they approached the soldiers of the Fourth Legion.

On the battlefield, things are changing rapidly.

As Wang Jun feared, the segmented firing of the three rows of crossbowmen could no longer prevent the enemy from shortening the distance between them with disappearing lives; At the same time, the enemy's long-range retaliation has already begun.

It seems that Lady Luck, who has never met, still prefers organized and disciplined Romans; The Picts and Scots did not command a long-range attack in unison, and the number of arrows and hatchets flying towards the circular "pergola" was scarce, not to mention the lack of a unified attack rhythm.

Fighting, rhythm is important.

On the periphery, the rough and unsightly circular "pergola" finally showed the value of its existence when the enemy's retaliatory long-range attack fell on the head of the Fourth Legion. The clanging sound resounded on the roof of the pergola, and most of the ranged attacks of the Picts and Scots flew into this area, but to no avail.

A small number of arrows flying over the circular "pergola" were nailed in vain to the 5-meter-wide reserved ring clearing; A very small number of short axes with strange flight paths swept over the lower part of the outer edge of the circular "pergola", flew into the position of the crossbowmen, and captured several crossbowmen who offended the goddess of luck; There were a few pitiful arrows that flew far away, and they fell into the middle of the unobstructed infantry archers and light infantry in the sky, which was regarded as a slight reward.

Roman soldiers, covered helmets, half-body armor are impenetrable to ordinary arrowheads, but if they are pierced in the arms, legs and feet, they will not be able to run away with minor injuries.

Thousands of arrows and javelins fell rapidly from the dark sky, and the huge kinetic energy nailed the surging Picts and Scots to the ground; The near-horizontal rays of crossbow bolts in all directions not only did not stop, but were greatly strengthened by the full force of the fourth-row crossbowmen.

The tragic Picts and Scots, even if they were lucky enough to escape the blows of arrows and javelins on their heads, could no longer escape the oncoming crossbow arrows.

The crowd charged densely was emptied in a matter of seconds.

Will the Picts and Scots' blood begin to cool down, and they continue to rush forward?

Before they could make any moves, the next round of attacks from the Fourth Legion was coming...... Death, decided to communicate with them tonight.

The light infantry of the Fourth Legion threw three javelins in a row before stopping, drawing their Roman daggers hanging from their waists, waiting for the next order. The archers lit the prepared oil and began round after round of rocket projectiles; The angle of the projectile gradually decreases, and the rocket gradually extends outward.

The open area outside the circular "pergola" slowly began to light up under the light of the fire.

As far as the eye can see, in the open area, dense corpses are stacked horizontally and vertically, and thousands of large javelins are inserted either straight or obliquely, either on the ground or on the human body.

Wailing, wheezing, and wailing became the theme of this death zone.

At this time, there were few people who could stand, and the sound of leather drums disappeared; Under the light of the light, the open area in the shape of a ring took on the shape of a circle, and a few figures stood there.

No one dared to rush forward anymore, just stood stupidly, looking at his companions lying on the ground; The potholed ground was almost covered by human bodies, and the man-made potholes and ravines could no longer affect the movement of the Picts and Scots, but ......

Artetkov collapsed; As a relatively less powerful Picket warrior, he could only beat the leather drum on his waist with a few similar friends, and rushed behind those powerful Pickt warriors, which is an important reason why he is still alive. The most powerful warrior in the tribe, his brother, screamed and slaughtered Stytanruk at the front of the group, and he didn't know where to go, maybe lying among the corpses that were strewn all over the place...

"Devil! They are the devil! In the light of the fire, Artitkov's oil-painted face was filled with fear and screamed hysterically.

"Devil! Devil! ”

The Picts and Scots, who were lucky enough to be standing, shouted and turned to run away, and they had not run away like this for many years.

"Woo! Whining! ”

The horn of the hoplites attacked, breaking the brief silence on the battlefield.

The remnants of the Picts and Scots had just turned around and had not run two steps when they found themselves in front of them, under the battlements that had begun to catch fire in many places, strange Roman hoplites emerged one after another...... Lying on the body of a compatriot, Artitkov clutched his almost severed neck with both hands, the little blood left in his body gurgling from his fingers, and the dim starlight in the sky was reflected in his lost pupils.

Three brigades of 1,800 energetic hoplites surrounded less than 400 Picts and Scots who had no way to retreat and no fighting spirit, and it was destined to be a massacre.

God seemed to be unable to stand it anymore, and after a few thunderclaps that seemed to shake the whole of Britain, the majestic rain brewed for most of the night, extinguished all the fires in the camp, and washed the whole battlefield back and forth; The blood that permeated the camp was partly infiltrated deep into the earth with the rainwater, and more slowly flowed into the Clyde River to the west.

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