"When the Turks escape, they cannot be chased. They are like smart flies. When you chase him, he will run away, and then you stop, he will turn and chase you." - The bard in the Crusader

Faced with this clumsy formation, it was okay to scare the rest of the more backward barbarians who had never seen the world, but the soldiers of the Ninth and Twelve Legions pushed and squeezed them with their shields. Then the bold soldiers even threw down their shields, held a short sword and jumped up on the shield of the first row of the "Iron Turtle". On the "back" of the big turtle, they pulled or lifted the shield held by the Suweihui people on the fish scales, and then stabbed them down with a sword. The brain and arteries squirted out like underground springs. As a result, in just half a day, the iron armored turtle in the Suweihui people's village was split into pieces, and one person ran away with a "little turtle shell" on his back.

At this time, the right wing of the German tribal coalition army completely collapsed with the collapse of the Suweihui iron turtle. Many Roman soldiers used iron hooks to overturn the wooden fences and fences in the camp and began to penetrate into the arson and massacre.

On the central front, the Sewever people who fought forever, due to distance, were still unknown to the right wing of their army, and were still in dense formations and fought with Caesar's three main legions, but as Milu had expected before. As the battle time extended, the Sewever people slowly fell into a disadvantage. They liked to shout and show their power when fighting, and wield swords to make various terrifying moves. However, this flashy tactic also consumed their physical strength very quickly. However, the short Romans had already adapted to heavy equipment and weapons in daily manual training.

When defending, calm and steadily, and when attacking, the Century team can keep pace and snatch deadly blades at any time. Compared with the fierce Germans, they can adapt to this group-based long-term decisive battle. In addition, the differences in weapons between the two sides in the battle are also highlighted. In addition to the skilled Sweet Weaver people, except for the excellent armor of the noble cavalry, most of them are still half-naked, holding inferior wooden saps that can be cut off when they are cut, and crowded together in a mess. Fighting with the flexible and fierce Romans, they can only hit and throw guns like raindrops, resulting in huge casualties.

But soon, Alio Vistas launched a fierce cavalry raid on the front of the Romans' right wing, namely the 11th Legion of Aspis. The three-row front of Aspis was torn apart soon. Even the commander stood in the third line himself (fortunately, Aspis was more cautious in fighting. If he liked to stand on the front of the line, he would be killed at this time. Even if he could escape his life, he would lose control of the team). He fought hard to resist, and the entire legion was shaken violently.

In this regard, the war was finally compared to who had a stronger reserve team. Caesar was obviously better in this regard. His six thousand Gaul cavalry had not moved, and Alio Vistus threw the last elite cavalry into the Eleventh Legion in Apis. Although he achieved inspiring results, it also meant that he was at the end of his journey, because all the cards in his hand had been played.

War is indeed like mathematical addition and subtraction. Although it is sometimes boring to explain, it is true that a clever commander must not only rely on courage, talent and art on the battlefield, but also require precise calculations and a rigorous brain.

It was Caesar's turn to play the card. "Rise my red cloak again, little Crasus, I will take our allies with you. As long as I see my cloak, the Eleventh Legion will stabilize its position again. I personally am the first to rush out on a horse. The rest of the Gaul tribal cavalry followed the Roman commander and rushed towards the right wing, while the leader of the Alvine people behind Vicentoli silently looked at Caesar's rapid departure, pulling the reins without saying a word. Until the people around him reminded him to fulfill his obligations and attack with the governor of the Gaul province.

"Yes, yes, maybe that guy Caesar is right. The barbarians who learned Roman skills and tactics ended up with a crushing defeat and destruction. How stupid those people were, they thought that learning Rome was enough. They didn't know that since the Roman infantry brigade was at the peak, even if you tried your best, you would always be a clumsy second-rate imitator. Can second-rate fight first-rate? Never, so I, Victintoli, have to break this boring curse." After this ulterior motive, the young man clamped the horse's belly and rushed out.

The Caesar Cavalry, who had been replenishing their strength for a long time, indeed stabilized the loose stance of the Eleventh Legion. The tired Weaver Cavalry was fiercely counterattacked by Crassus, and at this time their right wing and the center were defeated. Many Roman 100 teams had already rushed into the camp and began to massacre women and children indiscriminately. Fires and howls soared into the sky, disrupting their minds. There was only a matter of time left for this defeat.

"Are the witches really wrong this time? Are they really wrong..." Alio Vistaus finally got involved in the defeated soldiers and fled to the tent of the chariot camp. The slaves ran in a mess, some of whom were carrying treasures to take the opportunity to slip away, while others rushed into the horse shed to take the horses. Alio Vistaus's wives and two daughters stood blankly at the door of the tent at a loss. Until their husbands and father ordered a few mules and horses to send them, they stepped up as if they were dreaming, and chased them along the wooden fence of the chariot camp.

The rain-like javelins of the Romans ran towards the Dukes because there were dense woods to cover them. As a result, a team of Roman infantry holding a silver-plated iron hand flag rushed forward on the way, and luckily encountered Alexandus and his wife and daughter. Without saying a word, they threw out the row of javelins. The wife of the German king from Suweihui was immediately penetrated by three javelins at the outermost part of the queue, and even her neck was broken. She tilted her head and fell under the horse. Like the bodies of the other lowly tribesmen, she rolled into the trench beside the chariot camp.

Aliovestus didn't even dare to rescue him, so he could only lower his body in pain, gritted his teeth and continued to die. He understood that he had committed countless sins to many tribes of Gaul in the past fourteen years, and they would not let him go at this time, who followed Caesar.

But at this moment, he still hoped that Caesar could open a favor to Sweaver, because after all, he did not order the execution of hostages sent by the various tribes of Gaul when he ran away. He believed that such behavior could be a favor in front of his opponents.
Chapter completed!