"Suppress the shooting." In the existing position of the cavalry cannon, a fat centurion raised his sword with great energy, then shook it a few times, slashed down, followed by a rumbling sound of shooting. This time, the cavalry cannon was not a stone bullet or a heavy javelin, but a special fireball that could burn slowly. The fireballs, their tails with hissing light, drifted across the night sky in waves, and then fell into the attacking crowd of Helvetis. They first burned in the grass on the river bank, and then formed a fire band. In conjunction with the "Jutia's eyes", the Helvetis shone in the sky and under the ground, so that they had nowhere to hide.

Behind the wooden fence, the scorpion crossbow of the Roman team shot continuously, and there were barbarians who were rushing around and screaming and falling figures. The other soldiers shouted and stepped forward one by one, stretching the javelin in their hands out of the wooden fence, forming a wall of thorns to prevent the barbarians from assaulting.

The Twelve Legions kept tossing until the moment the sun rose. Fortunately, there was sufficient ammunition reserved in advance and could be continuously shot out without restrictions. In addition, the night time in late spring had been shortened, so the Helveti's infiltration attack lasted only less than two minutes before retreating.

The sun shone over the Long River. In front of the 12th Legion's positions, there were burnt turf everywhere, and the blue-white smoke still emanating from the outside. The corpses of the Helveti were mixed, with animal skin shields and long swords everywhere. Li Bida rode a horse and patrolled the entourages. He saw a beautiful and agile skylark rising through the sky, flapping his wings and flying into the clouds on the opposite bank.

"The Helveti camps are all empty!" A scout with a military horn ran to Li Bida from Asase over there, and saluted and reported.

Li Bida hit the saddle with a horse whip, "It seems that these 300,000 people are walking fast enough, they must have gone to the Seiguani Gorge. But they will not be so fast when they support the elderly and the young. Sabo, Sabo!" Sabo was standing there with his hips on his hips and watching the battlefield static Sabo heard the commander's call, ran forward, and reached out to take the commander's order.

"Go to contact the Governor. Let us say that our 12th Legion removed the fortifications of Mount Jura and followed the direction of Torosades, and took the lead in the pursuit of the Helvetis, and called on him, "No, he asked the Governor to arrange other legions to follow our steps."

If it were on the battlefield of Lusitania, Sabokemus would have been fiercely opposed to the commander's arrogant and bold plan, but now he has been completely used to the fact that His Excellency Libidaus "command and mobilize others" on the battlefield more than once, and even the governor, rather than passively and humbly accepting the orders of superiors. Therefore, this young staff-like character just quickly wrote down the commander's draft orders on the papyrus scroll with expressionless expression. Then he looked at the other party's straight terrain, then stepped on his horse, and rushed to the governor's camp along the river bank.

"I have analyzed it a long time ago that as long as the Helveti offensive was cut off between the Jura Mountain and Lake Leman, they could only go to the Seiguani Gorge to their destination. Although I heard that these barbarians carried considerable food, it was not easy to maintain the grain of 300,000 people and horses! So their next goal is definitely to bypass the Long River and go to the Edui, Seiguani and the Alobrokis tribes, so we should keep some of the veterans in the camp as soon as possible, and all the rest

The main force must devote themselves to the pursuit of them. If I guess correctly, the next target of the Helvets is Torosades, a colonial city in the province of Gaul. It has weak defenses and abundant grains, which is a key area for both enemies and our enemies to compete for." In the tent of the governor, Caesar was giving such an order with his staff and centuries. As a result, Sabo Kemus jumped off the horse in front of the tent, held Li Bida's document and handed it to the Governor.

"What, Libidaus has gone?"

"Yes, the commander has rushed to the front with the ala cavalry team. The infantry brigade and artillery team have also started to move along Torosades. The military situation is very urgent." Sabo tried to keep his tone simple. He was afraid that Caesar would catch the conversation and dragged the commander out of the Dickman Gate.

Unexpectedly, Caesar smiled and complained, "Is this bastard, is it me who commands him or who commands me?" He put the documents on the table and began to shout for service to prepare horses for him-"Everyone, keep the marching column and follow the twelfth legion."

At this moment, Sabo was relieved and respectfully left the camp, standing beside him, watching Caesar wearing a gorgeous cloak, and running on horseback towards the road outside the camp in front of the group of military trumpets and power signs...

In a field on the north bank of Long River, Libidaus, who was pursuing light soldiers, and more than a hundred Ala cavalry, were counterattacked by the Helvets guards in a place where the shallows and shrubs intersected. The poor commander of the 12th Legion was no match for the barbarians in horse battles. His helmet was cut off in a panic, and his mounts were shot to death or sprained. He could only carry his shields on his back and flee on foot with the commander. Some of the remaining Ala cavalry were killed and some were dispersed. Anyway, no one gathered beside the commander anymore, but they all ran towards the brigade in the rear.

"Stay for a while." After the collapsed wall, Li Bida jumped off the horse tiredly, patted the owl's "Lady"'s buttocks. The other party called out twice and ran to the forest there to hide. Li Bida took out a dough cake and a kettle from the bag under the saddle, and gave it to the tired sergeants.

"These Helveti cavalry are really powerful. After leaving the fortifications, we are no match for them at all." Sitting behind the low wall, Li Bida looked at his frightened subordinates and said to himself, "But don't worry, we are just attacked by the defenders. The 12th Legion's brigade was only in the seven or eight Romans. They dare not chase us too deeply. Eat and drink with peace of mind, and wait for our response."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded outside the low wall, which scared Libidaus's face changed. His crow's mouth was so sensible?

All the entourages quickly lowered their bodies and quickly maintained their posture of preparing for sword and shield fighting. Even if they were all killed here, they would still protect the commander and rush out of the enemy cavalry.

Obviously, the other party also found their traces, but what followed was the Legion's command, "Bellowed!"

His own people? But Li Bida still didn't dare to come out rashly, but leaned against the low wall and shouted, "Mars!"
Chapter completed!