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A huge sound rang out, and a few scrambled balls and ejectors were also equipped with javelins and stones collected from the battlefield, rubbing over the heads of the fighting crowd, shooting wildly at the barriers, "Low all, keep calm! Pope, take your people and shoot against the opponent without giving them the chance to adjust the angle." Milu held it in a trumpet shape with his hands, and reminded with all his strength. Karabis rushed out of the hidden place, helping Pope and other soldiers to use the torsional balls to suppress the shooting.

"Karabis, this is very dangerous!" Milu had just finished calling, and after a stone bullet broke a row of wooden fences, it changed its trajectory and flew obliquely, smashing a crossbow in front of Kaabis to pieces. The scale officer who was bounced off, rolled down the slope. An artillery next to him was cut off half of his head by the stone bullet, and the body also rolled together with him.

"Hey, it's okay!" Milu rushed down in panic, pushed away the body lying on Karabis, and pulled him up. The helmet of the scale officer cracked open, and two tubes of blood flowed out of his nose, and shouted, "It's okay, it's okay." After saying that, he wiped the blood with his hands behind his back and got up with coughing, "I don't want to die in the hands of this idiot Kathirin. It's only the stomach that replaces the role." After saying that, Karabis picked up another helmet and put it on his head. Pop on his knees climbed to the edge of the platform, shouting to them: "The two regiments below have been forced into the corner, and we have to make a decision as soon as possible."

"I'll take people out of the side door and call them back," Milu shouted.

Karabis grabbed his hand, "No. The highest commander here, the soldiers are sure of you. Or should I take people out."

At this time, a new recruit who served as a reserve team from behind the platform held a shield and half-kneeled on the ground. The stone bullets and javelins on their heads fell down. Many people's faces turned pale, which means they had no rhythm of running away for the time being. Karabis pressed his nostrils and sprayed two balls of blood on the ground, shouting, "You go out with me. Now, put all your money bags on the ground."

Seeing this, the recruits, inexplicably, took off their wallets according to the command of the scale officer, and then Karabis said, "These things will only be useful if you survive. Now go out with me, some of us will die, and will definitely die, but more people will survive; if you give up or run away now. This is a one-way pass, and we will all die. Then we will no longer be able to enjoy the happiness that the wallet gives us. Let it go and come back alive."

After saying that, Karabis also untied his purse and quickly took out the statue of Pan and the doll that Porti gave him. He quickly kissed him on it, stuffed it back, held up a shield and a fighting sword, and rushed out with a shout of killing outside after the two auxiliary soldiers opened the side door.

Originally, the two soldiers outside had been squeezed into a half-moon shape by the sea of ​​people initiated by Katilin. A centurion died in battle, and the others were also colored. Many soldiers had run away if it were not for the wall behind them. Suddenly, a guy with a medium figure jumped out from the side door that was not noticeable and silently stabbed several rebels who were not paying attention. Behind him, the new force of the half-century team also clamored and rushed out, and the defending half-moon defense line on the verge of danger quickly turned back.

A fire-like stone bullets, like Jupiter's thunderous wrath, rolled in, smashing a cathing ejector into a burning torch, and then a dozen trumpets blew together, thrilling. In the pine forest on the hillside next to the rebels, three or four battalions of battalions were immediately raised, with whistles and gongs and drums everywhere. The Tagus people who were ambushing here in advance lined up in a row, like leopards, bravely rushed out of the hillside, violently attacking the rebel's artillery positions, cutting the tips of the cannons, chopping the bottom frame, and killing the cannon operators.

"You have to let the veterans rush forward as soon as possible and stabilize the situation of the upcoming retreat." Manius shouted to Katilin, "Look, there are three or four squadrons of surprise soldiers on the hillside over there, attacking our artillery positions. Katilin, have you heard my suggestion?" But by the time Katilin was preparing to issue the order, it was too late. The rebels attacking the fortress had been defeated by the sudden attack on the battlefield. Thousands of people came like tides and were defeated like tides.

"This place is too narrow, and there are all defeated soldiers in front of me. I can't send troops to go up..." Katilin lowered his head, and the feeling of depressedness and frustration that was ruthlessly criticized and forced by Cicero in the Senate, which was once again sank from his heart and could not be curbed.

Manius tried to revive his fighting spirit, and pointed to the blockade line that was smashed to pieces and said, "If you still want to return to Rome as a consul, and want the veterans to continue to be loyal to you, just like your ancestors, give your heart a strong iron hand. Listen, the other party is at the end of his strength. If you attack again, they will collapse, and they have no trump cards."

Yes, Manius was right. Karabis and Milu had no tricks except for the fortifications that collapsed as soon as they rushed: the moat was filled and all the ambushed soldiers were used. As long as Katilin organized even three veterans from the regiments and attacked again, they would succeed. They could gallop along this corridor and enter Liguria, where could they recruit many tough new recruits, including salt, meat and other supplies...

"Stay rest for a while." Looking at the casualties and wounded people everywhere around him, Katilin finally issued this order.

"Don't be stupid!" Manius was about to fight for it again, and several soldiers shouted, using the javelin in their hands to block the Gauls on horseback's braided guard circle.

The Gauls bowed on the horse's back and shouted loudly, "What did they say?" Katilin, who was under the eagle, sat on the stool, hugged his head weakly, and asked.

"He said they were the Alobrokis people of Southern Gaul. The chief of their tribe had reached a secret agreement with Rentulus in the city of Rome to raise an army to help you. Now Alobrokis welcomes your army with all his might. The soldiers of their tribe have occupied the Fyermalbo Pass. As long as you go and meet them, you can safely arrive in Modiye for rest."
Chapter completed!