"Let your steps calmly, let your steps calmly, don't let the enemy see your tenderness, rookies." As he passed through the river, Hebrida, holding the flag, whistled and shouted loudly.

"Still, calm!" Everyone, including Karabis, responded, but when they stepped into the cold and bone-black river, many people could not shout out, which was a kind of cold that could freeze blood vessels. "Be careful to avoid the ice in the water. If you cut it, you will be finished!" Hebrida continued to shout.

Finally, when all the members of the Third Regiment lined up and stood in the snow, Karabis heard the noisy chills and coughs around him. Everyone was breathing in their mouths. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky became extremely dark. The ice particles mixed with the strong wind were back and forth. He almost felt that his hands and arms were not his own. The handle of the javelin was almost stuck with the skin of the hand, but Hebrida was still there to give instructions: "Do your warmth work, you can stuff leather and hay into the lock curtain, and you can stand still. Remember, when you are watching your ten husband during the war, you can do whatever he does." Karabis trembled and took out the fur hat that Porti had given him in advance and wrapped it on his head. The whole world was warm. He was so moved that his nose was coming out. It would be better to have a woman!

At this time, he had some extra time to observe the surrounding situation - his vision was terrible. He could only see the gangs beside him, even the 100-man team that was dozens of meters away, let alone the enemy. There was a mixture of snow and fog everywhere.

Gradually, he heard a huge sound from the opposite side, getting closer and closer, like waves, and soon someone ran towards his position, many people, but what they shouted was Latin: "Enemy is destroyed, enemy is destroyed!" These fleeing were all the remaining defeated soldiers of the Eighth Legion. They took advantage of the increasing wind and snow to emerge from the encirclement of the Bendu cavalry. As for "Enemy is destroyed", the command arranged by Triali to the entire army today, used for enemy-to-me recognition. Now it sounds really ironic.

One of them, covered in a tattered cloak, ran to the Third Regiment with crooked steps, and knelt down like a loss of strength, shouted to Hebrida, who was holding the flag, "Centurion, please ask your people to support me, I am the Legion Commander Terry Ali, hurry up!" Hebrida glanced at him and said, "I'm sorry, I'm from the Third Regiment of the Sixth Brigade of the Seventh Corps, and I'm not affiliated with the Eighth Corps. Commander, please walk through the defense line yourself. There are clowns and wine in the camp waiting for your big drive - wish you a great victory!"

Everyone in the Third Regiment, including the newly liberated military slaves, burst into laughter. Terry Ali was so heartbroken that he did not dare to have an attack. He could only walk back with other defeated soldiers. On the way, several angry defeated soldiers discovered his identity and pressed him to the snow and beat and insulted him.

"Listen, there are horse hooves and footsteps in front of them, very neatly. When the enemy comes, don't worry, they are just cowardly Greeks." Hebrida finished speaking, blew a sharp whistle, and Arminius (who was responsible for the ranks where Karabis was) shouted loudly, "Bow down and lower his posture."

After all, Karabis participated in military training in high school. He knew how to call the commands and immediately obediently followed Aminius's instructions. As a result, just as he lowered his body, a wave of arrows and javelins flew over his head. Some of the free people who were still standing foolishly were instantly penetrated through his body and fell into the snow with screams.

"Continue to lower, continue to lower. Stay calmly! Hold the dagger and the javelin upwards." The command became more and more tense and shrill. People in the wind and snow might have joined the cavalry assault. Karabis felt that the ground under his feet was shaking slightly. Then he heard the people next to him closing their eyes and praying in a low voice.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I can't die, I won't die. I've killed two people and will no longer be afraid of killing. Porty is still waiting for me to go back..." Karabis himself was also muttering in his heart.

A huge force came towards us. The people who were originally close to each other, including Karabis, were swinging back and forth with their shocked body, almost unable to hold the equipment in their hands. They gritted their teeth and inserted the javelin into the snow to stabilize their bodies. "Stay, keep it steady!" Hebrida and Aminius and other veterans were still shouting at the top of their lungs. Two or three free people were shaking their bodies and rolling back from their posts. They were stabbed to death by the last regular soldiers scattered in the shape of stragglers. "No one is allowed to escape, and whoever escapes will kill anyone!" Aminius called out like a ferocious spirit.

The ones who bumped into the Third Regiment were a light-armed Scythian cavalry. It is hard to say that these people rushed up with targets. They might have just chased the deserters of the Eighth Legion, but they did not identify the target well in the heavy storm and hit them dizzyly. But the facts proved that Hebrida's arrangement of the formation of the gang was also very foresighted. The combat-capable regular soldiers of the Third Regiment were almost all in the first row. Many people wore double armor and tried their best to resolve the impact of the Scythian cavalry. If the free people were placed in the first row, they would have collapsed long ago.

Before Karabis, who was half kneeling on the ground, he was pulled up by Aminius in a rude manner, and his butt was kicked, "Press up all of me, jump into the attack! Jump into the attack!"

It turned out that when the infantry team fought against the cavalry, once the cavalry charge was curbed, the infantry would immediately turn into a state of hand-to-hand combat, so that the cavalry would have the opportunity to regroup. But the "leap forward attack" in Aminius's mouth, the skills that only the army soldiers with at least one or two years of military experience could master. How could these free people understand? They just said they took off their mouths in a hurry.

Therefore, the free people in the ranks behind Karabis could only scream, holding their swords and javelins high, standing tall, crowded at the Schitai cavalry, and counterattacked...

The desperate battle lasted until the evening. The army of Bendu was boundless when the wind and snow were windy and snowy. In addition, it had achieved fruitful results in almost completely annihilation of the Eighth Legion of Rome in the daytime, so it gave up further attacks on the Apis camp and returned to the camp one after another. But on the side of Apis, his achievements should not be underestimated. With this small army composed of wounded, defeated, and free people, he shocked Bendu's offensive and rescued more than 500 remaining survivors of the Eighth Legion, including their commander Terry Ali.

After nightfall, the camp increased its strength of martial law, with torches on the walls open and pine light burning on the forts on the trenches outside. Even though the wind and snow were covered, Apis was still slacking off for a moment, guarding against possible sneak attacks.
Chapter completed!