Rabinus put on his helmet and rode his horse around the guards, and rushed to the place two Stadias from the old coastal camp to watch the battle.

Rabinus was very familiar with the old camp, because it could be judged from the shield badge, which was the 12th Legion. They also raised the iconic Balantiya Falcon Flag. These soldiers were extremely fiercely guarding the wooden fence covered with iron nails to resist the siege of their subordinates. Coincidentally, the four brigades attacking the old camp were all Caesar's old soldiers who had surrendered with Anthony's younger brother Gaius. It seemed that this was another battle between the former comrades.

Many people tied thin willow branches on the eaves of the helmets. This was Rabinus's new invention in advance. In order to allow soldiers to reduce the damage of being hit by stones in the attack on Caesar's camp, it has now become the basis for judging the identity of the two armies. They continued to siege Karenus's old camp along various roads, but they were also cleverly blocked by Karenus one by one. At this time, Rabinus realized that the fruit of victory might be picked by Li Bida, who rushed out of the darkness. He was instantly dominated by anger and said gritted his teeth, "Increase the attacking troops to eight brigades!"

On the other side, Rilias's men were divided into two groups by the tributaries of the Gimmons River. The one-eyed general saw the hillside facing him standing, the alien enemy he hated the most, and the opponent's flag, the immortal statues of the sixth legion seized from the city of Marcelia, and about three thousand infantry and archers were densely arranged on the hillside. The front line had been lined up with temporary sharpened wooden stakes, and stone throwers were laid, and strange crossbows pulled by mule carriages, and a row of scorpion crossbows. It seemed that they had built a protection for a period of time.

"I can resist being unable to come to rescue friendly troops, but instead occupy the geographical advantage first. I am planning to stop us from expanding the results of the battle. This bastard named Libidaus, but he is really calm." Rilias thought to himself, and ordered all the soldiers to continue to maintain their formation and chase the opponent's defeated soldiers. "Let the defeated soldiers storm the enemy's positions on the hillside."

So, the two soldiers who were unloading their armors made pleading shouts and rushed from the sixth legion position towards Li Bida like a tide. So all the soldiers from Sardinia turned their heads together and looked at the acting commander-in-chief in embarrassment, hoping that he would give instructions to deal with such a situation.

"Once the army's positions, deer forts and fronts are formed, any person who appears on the front will be regarded as an enemy. I don't need to say much!" Li Bida's expression was serious, and then he held the baton and knocked heavily down, and then the trumpeter next to him immediately made a horn sound of shooting.

The scorpion crossbow, cavalry cannon, stone thrower, and the archers behind the front deer fort all poured out their weapons at the same time. As a result, the defeated soldiers were knocked over and over again. The rest no longer dared to wail, but rolled and crawled to the direction of both sides of Li Bida's position and escaped without his life. In this way, the shooting boundary of Rileyas's troops was cleaned up in a short time, and the second round was for them.

This kind of firepower was not seen before by Rilias. In his concept, a legion of the Republic had only fifty-five scorpion crossbows, four-door stone throwing machines and ten-door crossbow cannons, which was standard. However, Li Bida obviously broke through the organizational restrictions of a single legion, concentrated all the cannons and light firepower of each hundred-man team, and placed them in the Sixth Legion, that is, one hundred and twenty scorpion crossbows, twelve scorpion throwing machines, and no less than twenty cavalry cannons, and they were all fired together.

So, Rilias saw the two squads he was pursuing in the front, and in a very short time, he suffered a devastating blow. At this time, the enemy's sixth legion began to cheer together and burst into mocking shouts, "Let the next victory or defeat determine who is the hunter and who is the prey today!"

"Damn it!" Just as Rilias was about to withdraw from the team and readjust the offensive, many people suddenly appeared on the ridge line of his right wing longitudinal direction. This was the Fifteenth Legion. The dark-skinned Nubian soldiers once again adopted the "**-one" bow shooting tactic, concentrating eight hundred archers on the ridge line, and arrows flew like sluggish. Rilias' right legion line also fell into chaos under such a blow.

"Retreat all the teams!" Although Rilias was extremely brave in most cases, in the eyes of philosophers at that time, bravery was always the doctrine of the mean between cowardice and recklessness, so it was advantages and virtues. Therefore, he successfully avoided reckless actions and demanded that the two groups, several brigades, be safely withdrawn along the tributaries of the Gimmons River. After all, breaking through the northern defense line of Caesar was also a great achievement.

Unexpectedly, there was another rapid military horn. Li Bida swung the gilded baton, and the light spear-carriage in front of the Thirteenth Legion roared out, behind the Mathia cavalry carrying bows and arrows, and behind the Thirteenth Legion heavy infantry that followed closely.

Under these three waves of iron blood, the front line of Rilias' left group began to collapse, and the entire seashore was filled with soldiers, "Bit the enemy tightly, don't give them a chance to breathe, and push forward regardless of everything." This was Li Bida's death order. The soldiers of the three legions shouted and rushed down all over the mountains and fields, instead chasing Rilias' defeated soldiers and killing towards the original position.

At this time, the eight brigades commanded by Rabinus had already broken the two wooden fences of the old battalion after arduous battles, but Karenus still retreated his troops to the original core battalion and continued to resist.

"You ungrateful bastard, you have been Krien of Pompei for so many years. Have you ever had any favors from the other party? It was Caesar who promoted you to the chief vice general, and General Libida protected your hometown Jingulum in the war. Now you finally stretched your butcher knife to your benefactor." Behind the wooden wall of the small camp, Karanus held his injured wrist and did not forget to scold Rabinus. He was a straightforward soldier. He respected Rabinus as much as he had before, but now he hated him.

"Rabinus, a despicable villain!" The combatants and wounded soldiers of the 12th Legion's chief brigade were shouting such slogans in the small camp, and were still crazily removing the walls, and then smashing them down hard.

Hearing this anger, Rabinus still had a low face, and the entourage next to him suggested, "There is only this small piece left in the camp where the enemy is holding. It is better to surround it and shoot the cork rockets and burn them all to death."
Chapter completed!