"Ballista Launches ——!"

With the sound of bowstrings and the tremor of the machine, the stone cannons with black tracks roared over the rudimentary wooden walls, and the continuous rain of arrows fell from the sky, and the barbarian army that shouted wildly held high the battle flag, roaring in this dusty wasteland, and launched an attack from the left and right flanks in the direction of the camp at the same time!

At the moment before sunset, the bloody sunset drew a dark trail on the earth, draped everyone's figures in a touch of golden red, as if even the air was filled with that solemn atmosphere.

In order to be able to stop these enemies, the trenches outside the camp were dug very deep, and they were wide at the top and narrow at the bottom—the barbarian warriors who ran wildly had little chance to pay attention to their feet, but these strong barbarians jumped over the front trenches with great ease.

Then they knew where the real horror of these trenches was—the trenches from the second one were narrower and narrower the further back they went, and there were not many places to stay, let alone run-ups, and each of them was two meters deep at its shallowest level, and it was full of sharpened stakes!

The trenches were like scythes, constantly weakening the charging barbarian light infantry—screaming creatures who stumbled and fell inside, or were brutally knocked away by those behind them, and screams of misery came and went, and above their heads, there were endless arrows and cannons harvesting the lives of each one.

screaming, screaming, screaming...... After all the trenches had been turned, the light infantry awaited the three regiments of hoplite banners, which had been slowly assembled under the wooden walls in the time they had wasted, and had long been ready to form a tight shield wall. The dense spears were aimed at the enemy who had just pounced, piercing the stunned and hideous faces!

"Turine——, stand firm!" the centurion shouted, "If you all want to live and make a fortune, then kill these damned barbarians for the Chief Flag Officer!"

Beneath the dust-filled curtain wall, the echoing sparks of swords and guns burst out, and the long hissing roar and angry roar. Splashing blood and the corpses of both sides, the barbarian warriors who finally crossed the ditches poured all the power of anger into the short spears and battle axes in their hands, and poured into the shield wall composed of three banner groups, tearing the centurion in the center of the formation and attacking forward with the corpses of the enemy and brothers.

"Attack, attack, kill this group of weak Turine——!" The tribal leader, riding a war horse and holding a tribal totem, galloped at the front of the queue to boost morale. With the same bloodthirsty barbarian warriors who had long been unable to endure the bloodthirsty ** in their hearts, they rushed to the two veteran flag regiments blocking the gate of the camp from the front, and the roaring sound was like the waves of the sea, and they roared and pounced on the stone cannons and arrows falling overhead!

Because of the narrowness of the front line, the arrows shot from the camp were unusually dense, and people kept falling after barely taking a few steps, but these enemies had no intention of stopping, their bloody pupils were full of angry fire, and the messy slogans carried an incomparably terrifying aura.

"Hold the line!" Lepinus snorted coldly. He took his shield from one of the soldiers behind him and stood with Helty, the flag commander of the Second Banner Regiment. quietly kicked the other party: "Change my command here, you go to the back!"

"You?!" Herti looked at him in surprise - how could he not know what Repinus meant after so many years of being a soldier, this stinky boy actually wanted to protect himself? But when he saw those cold eyes, he immediately understood, he was worried that he was dead and the two flag regiments would lose their command.

Still, Helty, who was a little moved, nodded. When I moved to the last row, I didn't forget to shout more: "Don't die here, you still avenge your damn father!"

Liberus silently turned his head, his eyes back on the enemy who was about to rush up, and the barbarian warriors who were shouting and fighting had rushed in front of him!

"Throwing guns——。 Shoot!"

The soldiers standing in the front row immediately propped up their shields and squatted down, stuck their spears on the ground and aimed them in front, and the continuous throwing of spears was thrown out of the hands of the soldiers in the back row layer by layer, and countless whistling black shadows fell heavily on the front of the barbarian army, and only a few barbarian warriors dodged in the miserable shouts, and most of them were pierced through the body by javelins, and even pierced through the shield and stabbed directly into the head!

The sudden javelin interrupted the momentum of the charge—even the tribal leader, who was still shouting, was almost thrown off his horse. But the bloody mouth was quickly filled by the people who rushed up from behind, and in the roar that shook the sky, they rushed towards the shield wall like a forest!

"Attack, attack, kill all the damned Turinese, avenge the dead brethren!" the tribal leader, blinded by anger, shouted loudly, waving the tribal totem held high in his hand, shouting for the warriors behind him to charge as soon as possible - more than two hundred light cavalry pierced the seemingly impregnable shield wall like the tip of a spear, and the fanatical tribal warriors were even more frenzied, constantly rushing forward.

Under this indomitable offensive, no matter how loudly Rebinus shouted, the entire front was involuntarily retreating, and the already very crowded front was becoming more and more dense under the repeated attacks of the enemy, and the people behind were desperately holding their shields to block the people in front, shouting loudly again and again, but they still could not reverse the situation.

"Hold the line, hold the line——!" Repinus, who was clenching his teeth, shouted loudly, the shield in his hand almost failed to block the short spear stabbed from the opposite side, and he disemboweled the enemy on the opposite side with the blade of his sword with a hideous face: "Don't let them advance any further!"

It was only a day later, and the Battle Banner Legion, which had won consecutive battles in the morning, was forced by the enemy to retreat one after another to maintain the stability of the front, and the little pride and pride that had risen was immediately beaten away by the cruel reality, and the crazy monster-like barbarians were still a powerful threat that was once invincible!

You can't lose, you can't die here, you have to take revenge, let these damned barbarians pay for their blood! The furious Repinsus shouted again and again, but all of them were drowned out by the screams around him and the grinding sound of swords colliding, and they could not reach the ears of the people around him......

"Kill them all, lowly Turine!" the laughing tribal leader rode his horse into the military formation, looking at the frightened Turin soldiers around him, bloodthirsty raised his long-handled axe, swept back and forth through the crowd, the heavy tomahawk fell on the shield, and in the screams of the soldier, the shield and the man smashed into pieces, and the broken limbs and torsos flew to the back of the military formation, setting off a rain of blood!

"Die, you scum!

The frantically eyed tribal leader sneered like a night owl, faintly remembering the fact that the guy named Gracchus who had come to the tribe before had asked him to immediately attack the fortress of the Green River Valley, and now that he thought about it, it was really ridiculous to the extreme—was there a better way than to kill all these cowards in the wilderness?!

With a cold snort, he raised the tribal totem in his hand, and was about to let the soldiers under his command give these cowards another fatal blow, when a few faint screams suddenly came from his ears, as well as the sound of galloping horses' hooves!

The barbarian leader turned his head, and in astonishment, he immediately saw the monster that terrified him—it was the cavalry of the Turines, spear-wielding cavalry in heavy armor, who had actually rushed out of the forest!

However, this was the last scene he saw—when he turned around, an inexplicably familiar centurion had jumped on his horse, stabbed his broadsword into his throat, and snatched the tribal totem from the side.

"The enemy leader is dead!" said Repinus, who was on his horse, "Attack, attack, attack!" (To be continued. )