Li Bida quickly and quickly pulled out the dagger, cut the guy's spear from the middle, and then the owl quickly turned around in place and rushed over again. Little Hotenhus followed closely, raised the Celtic sword, and cut the warrior's head and shoulders away. At this time, the village was full of Balantians running around, but most of them were on the side, and rushed towards the pass impatiently. Li Bida and the others jumped off the horse, drew out the dagger, and carried their backs.

Long shield passed a courtyard, and a howling barbarian warrior was holding his sword to split it. Li Bida stepped forward and stabbed his arm that he had not had time to chop off the sword. Then he pulled out a dagger and cut off the opponent's throat. The barbarian warrior hung his arm and leaned his head against the eaves column and died. Li Bida walked through a dark house, kicked open the back door, and chopped over the barbarian soldiers who were throwing stone ropes next to the door, and then rushed to the high ground where the village mail tower was located.

In the village, many Balantiya discovered the traces of this small group of Romans. They either ran to the high ground or ran nimblely to the roof of the house and shot stones and bows at them. Li Bida gritted his teeth, and the rain on his face flowed into his underwear along his neck and cloak. The two sides were full of arrow feathers and the whistle-swinging sounds of stones passing by, and the crackling sound of the wooden beams falling on the surrounding whistle-tower. He could only carry the shield that kept shaking behind his butt, and his entourage climbed up the wooden ladder.

With a scream, Li Bida was the first to climb into the fence of the whistle tower. The three flag bearers and trumpeters were lying there with their knees in their arms, with panic on their faces, fearing that the barbarians would find them and see the financial officer turn in. They even showed a look of shame and fear. But Li Bida didn't say anything. He grabbed the C-shaped warlock from his trumpet. Then he bulged his cheeks to the foggy and rainy cliff at the pass, and blew up his cheeks. The sharp trumpet conveyed the message, asking the hundred-man team on the pass to return to fight immediately.

Little Hotenhughes and several other entourages also extended their flags and shook them hard.

Then, Li Bida turned over there and blew the war horn toward Saab's large army.

Soon, both sides received a response to the sound of a military horn.

In the end, in order to avoid being annihilated by the signal, the 100-man team returned and killed them with Celtic shields, and they used a long Celtic shield to form a simple shield wall. They braved the bullets of the Balanthians and leaned forward despite the casualties of falling to the ground. On the other hand, Sabokemus's large group of troops also dispersed the Baranthians' intercepting cavalry. Gradually, they were connected with the remnants of the guard team that was still fighting outside the village, and the Baranthians began to ride on horseback.

In the rain, fled. Finally, when these barbarians left, Li Bida asked the scale officer to count the battle damage. His side was killed nearly 200 people, and the two hundred teams each lost more than half of them. The number of attackers on the other side was only more than 300 cavalrymen, killing only more than 30 of the opponent. But if Li Bida had not bravely rushed into the high ground of the village and used a military call to contact the isolated teams, they would have been completely wiped out.

What hit morale even more severely was that the heads of many dead soldiers were cut off by these barbarians and taken away under the saddle. Amid the terrifying screams of the Balantiya woman who was still audible in the dense forest, Li Bida, who was somewhat exhausted, kept the bronze trumpet on the sentry tower, and then slowly came down. The flag-holders in the village were holding blood-stained flags and shouting the names of their comrades, not knowing whether the other party was dead or alive. Many people were also sitting in mud pits, wiping their weapons with linens, panting.

Some soldiers removed the wooden boards and windows in the abandoned houses, and then placed the bodies of their dead comrades on them. At this time, the rain had slowly stopped, but the sky in the afternoon was still as gray as the color of autumn, mixed with the vast cliffs, dark rivers and endless dense forests, which made people feel heavy and depressed. Then someone took over the fire and ignited the crematorium. Many comrades surrounded the fire, expressing memorial and warming themselves.

This Complanion Plain seems to be the world of these barbaric Balantians.

Beside the fire, in front of Li Bida, several entourages led the trumpeters and flag bearers who did not follow their duties well with ropes and walked to the back of a high slope, so as not to let the other soldiers see this scene. The three of them trembled all over and slowly took off their armor and clothes, and then half-kneeled down to the hillside. Little Hotenhus quickly executed them with swords one by one. The blood mixed with the sludge showed bright color like a pigment. Li Bida, who had been watching with his helmet, remained silent until the serious boy of Italy gave him the drawing board, which was drafted on it to cross the pass and attack the Balantiya tribe.

Without looking carefully, Li Bida exchanged the drawing board back, just saying, "After crossing the pass, you and I took a cavalry team to survey the terrain of the Complanion Plain on the spot."

In the evening, Li Bida's scattered troops climbed onto the cliffs on both sides of the pass, carefully searching for the ambush of barbarians. The torches and trees swayed like ghosts, illuminating everyone's face with fear and ferociousness. Then the light column of the avant-garde troops crossed the pass, followed by the baggage team and three elephants. All the soldiers and horses of the Thyme Legion appeared on the Complanyan Plain after almost the entire second half of the night.

At the early morning of the next day, the soldiers in front of them were tired, swaying with shovels and shovels to dig the trench. Suddenly, a large number of Balantian cavalry rushed out under a hillside. Who knew how they were ambushed. Anyway, after a chaotic battle, half of the trench was dug, and the bodies of the killed Thyme Legion soldiers were piled up. More people were washed down in a hurry and trampled on each other. This time, no less than three hundred people died in the legion.

After two battles, Li Bida's troops lost 500 people. Later, although the camp was established, many soldiers began to hide in tents in fear, and were filled with fear and dissatisfaction when on duty.

In front of the fence of the camp, at night, the Balanthians would throw the javelin with flames into Libida's camp, or ambush and kill the lonely Roman vanguards or baggage teams, and then throw their bloody heads into the camp. The entire camp began to be filled with a sense of fear of war. In the end, even the financial reward of the financial officer could not play a big role. But Libida still instilled in the soldiers and soldiers through the "Ten Soldiers Committee" of each brigade: "If you have patience, you have no place to escape here, you will only be killed in the wilderness by the barbarians."

But there were still soldiers from Iberia who started to escape, and dozens of people ran away in one night. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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