Then, Sabo understood that most of the tens of thousands of Helvetis who stayed here were Gunilins, who already knew that they would die. But they seemed to have no complaints in it. Learning to accept the arrangements of the gods was accustomed to the Helvetis who lived in the wind and snow valley. So Sabo looked into the distance and built a barbarian camp with half progress (original was originally planning to build a village to block the pursuit of Caesar's army, but they still hoped that they could cross the river to the distant migration land of Brittania, which they dreamed of)

About 30,000 to 40,000 women, children, elderly and weak, sitting densely next to the camp cart and supplies. Looking at the backs of the tribe men rushing to the battlefield, I understand in my heart: Most of these men cannot come back. The bloodthirsty Roman governor had several legions at hand that had not been involved. So there was no point in this way that we risked the rocks to cross the boat bridge. Do we have to send all the women and children to other tribes to beg for life? A Gunilin tribe who had lost his male rank would be destroyed no matter what!

Seeing this scene, Sabokemus actually had a little sad nose. He silently walked to the cannon hand where the giant stone bullet was placed on the wild donkey stone thrower, and stopped the other side from shooting. The excuse was "Don't blast, there are only women and children in the camp over there, and they should also expect them to sell at a good price in the market."

On the other side, at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, Gunilin's cluster attacks like evil waves had already broken through the first wooden fence. The battle reached a white-hot state in front of the second wooden fence. Both sides were striking each other with sword spears and shields. Little Hottenhus personally held the team flag and stood on the front line to boost morale. The barbarians also held the totem of the tribe and a pair of gilded wheel flags. But seeing the flags of both sides swinging and tug-of-war, the barbarians were swearing forward to death, and the twelfth legion fought bravely and never retreated. The battle situation was very cruel. Many people cut their sword blades and stabbed them, and pulled out daggers to fight. Many people even hugged each other, rolled around in front of the trenches and the wooden fences, taking off their helmets and smashing each other.

Milu, who looked at this scene, was that he had been serving since the Sura era, but he couldn't help but be anxious and worried. Now that the Thousand-man brigade rushes down, although it can disrupt the subordinates of the Gunilin people. However, the number of the other side is too large, and it is definitely not a mob. Maybe it will be subject to anti-siege. It may not only damage the essence of the 12th Legion that Li Bida had been operating for a long time, but also lose the mountain and precious equipment, delaying the entire army's plan; there will be no support. But looking at the camp at the foot of the mountain, there are only two infantry brigades, and under the attack of the Gunilin people several times more, they can't hold on for too long. And you must know that the Eighteen Cavalry cannons are there, and it is also a great loss to be destroyed or captured. Now we can only count on the four subsequent brigades to catch up as soon as possible to support.

Milu was muttering, and Sabo was calm on one side. He turned his eyes to the fireworks and blood mist, and seemed to be more confident in Li Bida's timely support.

In the scorching sun, Li Bida ran at the front of the queue with the army eagle flag. The tassels on the soldiers' helmets were shaking with their pace. They crossed the long grasslands and rushed in directly at the back door of the camp. When the two brigades drew their swords to reinforce the front line, and when they crossed the cavalry cannon positions, all the cannons did not look at them at all. Instead, they kept loading, twisting, firing, and loading... All the stone bullets or javelins fell in the middle of the large group of barbarian troops. The most bodies fell there, forming a death isolation belt, but the subsequent barbarians were still unmoved and continued to reinforce their troops.

"Why did you even bring the mountain falcon flag? In this battle, it will be in danger." Little Hottenhus couldn't help but shout when he saw the commander and the eagle flag who were already standing beside him. He didn't want the 12th Legion to lose his flag because he could not resist the enemy's fierce attack and lost. Even the auxiliary army, this result would be unacceptable, even if he entered the underworld after death.

"There are two brigades in the camp in the rear. I told them that if the two messengers who reported the victory in the daytime have not arrived yet, let the six centurions come with the final reserve force! So don't worry, the four legions of Caesar will come soon." As he said that, Li Bida suddenly lowered his posture. A howling barbarian slashed the axe into the corner of his shield's metal bag. Then the barbarian exerted his fierce force and kicked the shield with his feet desperately. His hands were desperate to pull out the axe. Li Bida quickly took a sword and cut off his ankle. The other party fell down sideways with a muffled groan. Tagus took over and pierced straight into his back, and blood spurted out.

"This is not good. Our four brigades will be wiped out here." Little Hottenhus still lacked the courage of the old army and said hesitantly.

"Don't you think these words affect morale are inappropriate!" Li Bida shouted sternly, "Who are standing beside you, have not come out of the battlefield full of dead people? Today, the Balantiya Mountain Falcon Flag is placed here, either everyone is facing away from it, forgetting the glory of Lusitania, and fleeing shamefully, or protecting it, calling for the blessing of the God of War, and completely defeating the enemy." Hearing this, Little Hotenhus could only shake his head and send the camp flag to the handmaster of the flag next to him, and then take over the mountain falcon flag with his own hands, standing straight in the sword light and sabre shadow.

On the opposite side, the Gunirins were completely crazy. They did not ask about casualties or the ending they were about to face soon. They just felt that as long as they wiped out the Romans, who had a strange tactic in front of them, they would have to get what they wanted.

But Julius Caesar was destined to give them this opportunity. On the back of the gentle slope opposite Mount Viaill, the eagle flags of the four legions gradually rose, and then the golden and shiny soldiers' helmets, like countless wheat grains, swept across the entire slope like black copper and iron clouds. Twenty-four thousand warriors formed a wide line and quickly approached the crossing point.

When Caesar learned that Libidaus's auxiliary army had bitten the main force of the Gunilin people, he hurriedly offered sacrifices in front of the Venus shrine, and immediately let all the generals and soldiers come out to run and reinforce Libida in combat posture, and at the same time wipe out the Gunilin people who had not crossed the river.
Chapter completed!