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"What do you expect a soldier who can't even walk on the battlefield?" - Scipea

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Just as they discovered that the opponent was unstable, the veterans of Etruscan started to move, and the whistle rhythmically, from the wings to the 10-man team, and then to the 10-man team, whimpering, "Hula Hula", the five wings moved like a coordinated human body. The two wings in front immediately changed into a wide line of double rows and quickly approached the trench. Accompanied the scattered soldiers in front and behind, carrying simple door panels, they had to lay down the first trench for the veterans to step by.

Pope hurriedly ordered that the two crossbows fired stone bullets at the same time, but the veterans in the double row, one half kneeled in front, and one side raised the side in the back, forming a double-layer shield wall, bounced the stone bullets away, and then disbanded the shield wall, took the gap between the crossbows and changed the bullets, and continued to move forward - the group could coordinate and calm down to this point, not a standard old guy, how could it be done?

With a few bangs, the scattered soldiers set up the first trench and splashed a few water. Then they stepped on it and rushed over, carrying other door panels, and laid on the second trench. The veterans quickly changed their formation and entered the narrow area between the two trenches from the door panels. The three subsequent trenches were also calmly prepared to keep up.

But at this moment, the barrier suddenly revealed its "fearing face". Karabis and the soldiers under Pope suddenly shook off the felt cloth behind the fence. The other four doors fixed the angle and range in advance, twisted the crossbows waiting to be fired, that is, the "hidden firepower" made a brilliant appearance. The Krakela made a roar of death, shooting out a row of heavy Pirum javelins!

It turned out that the inertial thinking of the rebel veterans on the battlefield was to form shield formations to resist the flying throwing weapons, and then take advantage of the opponent's chance to change bullets, jump into the enemy, and get a chance to fight hand-to-hand combat. But Karabis and the others happened to use this thinking: first shoot with two inaccurate crossbows. After that, the old soldiers' mindset that the enemy was changing bullets was tempted, tempting them to seize the "opportunity", stand up, and rush to the middle of the two trenches.

In this narrow place, you can adjust the shooting elements in advance without any aiming. In front of the javelin shot by the crossbow, the veteran was pierced through a piece. Many of them were connected together and were nailed into the water in the trench behind, and bursts of blood-colored waves were turned up. The people who were not pierced were also confused. They held their shields, blocked each other, and stayed in place.

Before they could react, the two crossbows standing in the open had already changed their bullets and torqued, and they shot out a second wave of javelins...

But these two attacking corps were composed of veterans after all. Although they suffered heavy casualties due to unexpected attacks, they still made a judgment in time and calmly. The centurion blew a sharp whistle. They did not retreat because they would suffer a more serious blow when retreating at this time. Instead, they were in a hurry and prepared to wade through the second trench directly. As long as they engage in close combat with the new recruits in front of the barrier, the barrier blockade line will be taken down without any effort.

However, when the veterans jumped into the water moat, they found that this was also a death trap. The water moat was indeed not very deep, and it only spread to people's knees or waist, but the bottom was filled with iron barbs, big iron nails, and sharp fragments of pottery. Their feet in the water were nailed to death and could not move. They could only tremble on the water, twitching up and down, floating, submerged in the lower body under the water, and were precious objects with deep red glowing upwards. Many tenacious people insisted on enduring the cruel pain, moved their bodies, hoping to cross the water moat and climb ashore.

But the four centurions on the defense also blew the whistle. The recruits may not be very proficient in fighting with swords and hand-to-hand combat, but they can still push them flat with javelins and shields as walls. They lined up in a horizontal line and walked forward. Several veterans who had finally climbed up had not yet stood up, but were "pushed" back into the moat before they could stand up.

At this time, dozens of strong young recruits on the high barrier platform were all from shepherds, lined up in a row, and their hands were swirling rapidly, and then they threw stones out like rain. The six crossbows also separated two or four, pouring fire into the trenches without interruption.

When the remnants of the rebel veterans of the two regiments were taken back to the starting point, half of the casualties were already. More importantly, their morale and condition were weakened.

Katilin, a subsidiary of the Great Eagle, had a very blue face. These veterans were the trump card at his hand. He didn't take this blockade seriously at the earliest, but now between the two trenches, there were all his most elite followers. On the barriers, the mockery and provocative shouts of the enemy kept stimulating his nerves. They laughed and jogged behind the wooden fence, erected various quick-form graffiti works made of wooden boards, including the "spring palace scene" of him and her daughter, and the scene of him kneeling at the feet of the creditor with an iron fake hand and "playing the flute" at the feet of the creditor. And it was accompanied by words. Many of these big-headed soldiers were born as gangsters on the streets of Rome before. Their paintings were simple and bright, and they were welcomed and made to the point.

"Katirin, you have to make a decision as soon as possible now. Should we make every effort to break through here, or turn back as soon as possible and find another way out. Neruda's legion is not far from us." Manius reminded next to him.

"Everyone also dug soil, erected up crossbows, filled the damn trench, and broke it as soon as possible!" Katilin, who was angry with the caricature, ordered with bloodshot eyes.

Thousands of brave followers of Katilin, whether citizens or slaves, threatened their lives by throwing stones and javelins. Some carried baskets and shovels and dug the soil without a chance, and the soil flew everywhere and filled into the trenches. Some carried wood and were also building simple crossbows. "Stop, stop, don't waste weapons on these people!" Milu raised his hand and stopped all the soldiers' shooting. "Carry your javelin and sword immediately, and lower it behind the fence and wooden fence. Everyone stood firm and did not run around no matter what happened."

The attacking situation exploded almost instantly. When these thousands of people pushed all the corpses of veterans who had died in the war, mixed with soil and blood, into the moat, they made a sound of landslides and rushed over with the simplest weapons. The width of the pass was limited, which limited their number of people. They could only fight with the soldiers of the two corps stationed under the barriers in the form of wheel battles.
Chapter completed!