"Sir, 'The past is the past, the present is the present. Since the advent of firearms, war has been changed too much. △￠" - A captain of the British army in the 17th century answered the gentleman, who was still remembering the years of swords and spears.

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Then, Libida, who was racing on horseback, stretched out one hand and made a gesture of victory. His black hair leaped in the air, "Pray, soldiers, pray to all the gods you believe in, to King Numa, to Mars, to Phaeton, to Lius, because in the subsequent war, there is no more glorious victory than today, and it deserves the encouragement and luck of you and all the people of the Republic!"

The soldiers in the front knelt first, followed by the infantry and cavalry behind. The priests held various statues and recited the songs of sacrifice loudly. On the entire position, the soldiers bowed down densely. Soon a ray of sunlight fell, and then the strong wind stopped, and sand and dust stopped raging randomly. A little light tore through the clouds and continued to project on the surface of the Tumur River, smearing a layer of gold on the surging river.

At this time, seven foraging vultures roared and circled on everyone's heads, and soon they fell on the flags of the Libida Legion's flag bearer.

"It is a miracle. We have received the blessing of the God of War. Even the Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother will protect us. The vulture is the messenger of God!" Hebrida, the chief centurion of the Sixth Legion, was the first to jump out of the battle formation, drew his sword and shouted to all the elite soldiers who chose the army behind him, "Today is the great day for us to win personal glory and commander glory. It will become a grand celebration after Rome. It will definitely be."

"For the glory of the high priest, kill all the enemies, kill them all, and make them all the food for vultures!" All the soldiers of the legion, whether they were Lusitanians, Nubians, or Illyrians, stood up again, and began to slowly advance towards the Tumu River like a lush forest.

"My comrades. I am waiting for your triumphant news in that hilly camp, looting all the enemy camps, all of them are yours!" Li Bida rode his horse and walked slowly across the long confrontation line. The soldiers were as strong as the wind, holding portraits and flags, and the sound of trumpets, the sound of warlocks and flutes was melodious and excited. The friction of weapons and armor was in order. Then the high priest returned to the camp on the hilly camp and commanded the unified command.

On the other side of the river, Rabinus also stationed in front of the Central Operations Group and delivered a speech to the formation of the three legions. He was wearing a red cloak, a shiny copper breastplate, covered with hoops, tassel enamel, and a pair of winding red pythons, "Comrades, allies, I understand that many people did not need to participate in this war, risking revenge by the enemy, but you are all here, worthy of the title of the most brave tribe in Iberia, and also worthy of the reputation of the great Pompeii Crien. Let us practice the life of a warrior with blood.

Although I am ashamed, the last hope of the Republic is dependent on you and me. I promise everyone that after this war, citizenship will be granted to everyone who fights bloodyly. You are all comrades of the Romans. In this battle, friendship is condensed with blood. Use the dirty blood of the enemy to wash our swords and witness the greatest victory! Everyone holds their posts. We have strong barriers, deadly crossbows and stick casters, and the most brave and outstanding cavalry, facing the enemy and dying with their backs to their comrades. There is nothing more glorious than this!"

Then, with Rabinus' wave, all the light cavalry and scattered soldiers in the front line, including the Spanish Allies of the two right wing legions, rushed like a tide, waving various weapons, and running towards the Tumu River, where Libida's left-wing legion had just stepped into the turbulent river.

Under the sunshine, various projection weapons were throwing each other rapidly in the air. The bravest warriors inspired their companions around them. Both sides were like the most experienced farmers, pressing face to face, and then they activated the swords and shields in their hands to cut the "crops" in front of them in rows - torso, head, limbs, kill and cut, and tug-of-war, the winners ran forward, and the losers fell to the ground and died, but no one was willing to retreat, because retreating means that the reputation and destiny will never be restored. In the terrain here, it is difficult to build fortifications. Wood is more expensive than human life, so in this situation, hand-to-hand combat has become the mainstream way to decide the outcome.

"Come on, Spanish barbarians, you are a good player to kill you." Hebrida, the sixth legion in the center, advanced side by side with the other chief brigade centurions, constantly chopping down the opponents who rushed over to fight. His Amira arm circles were all dyed red. Now he has crossed a broken body and stepped onto the land across the Tumu River.

"Highbreda, you are standing there. Have you forgotten that you made a vow before the war?" several centurions behind him shouted in unison.

It turned out that before the decisive battle, all the soldiers in the Sixth Legion camp were complaining, saying that the high priest should not take the initiative to attack, because crossing the river requires huge and tragic sacrifice. At this time, Hebrida was furious and said to the soldiers, "You have heard of the most difficult things in combat are crossing the river and siege, but I tell you that both kinds of battles are determined by gods. For example, siege, when I was Xiaoya, I was the first to climb the enemy's wall, and then I stood on the "life gate" of that city. As long as I guard that place, the enemy's city defense.

It's completely impossible, because the guardian of this city was blocked by me and blocked, and we will be invincible. Of course, six Mitradati warriors besieged me, trying to drive me away from the Mingmen or kill me, but what a person is, two of those cowardly Greeks and Asians were killed by me at once, and the rest ran away with their heads in their arms, and the city was instantly taken down by our army. The same is true for crossing the river. As long as Brother Tomorrow is the first to stand on the other side, the Tumur River will stop surging, and you will then walk over and kill all the enemies as if you step on the ground."

So, now everyone's eyes were staring at Highbrida.

And the chief centurion stood straight on a raised small earth bun, holding a fighting sword, discarding the shield, like a fighting sword slave.

"Oh oh oh, the river god is protecting us!" The soldiers from other brigades of the Sixth Legion, when they saw this scene, were inspiring great courage and rushed over with arrow feathers.

More than a dozen Spanish barbarian warriors, wearing bronze helmets and armor, rushed towards Hebrida with a howl. The first one held a battle axe and slashed it in the air. Hebrida's helmet was cut open, and the blood stained the horse's hair, and the fragments fell down in all directions. Hebrida also waved his hand and cut open the other's throat, causing him to fall at his feet.

Blood was flowing down Hebrida's forehead, but he still stood straight, motionless. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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