Augustus Road

"When the Turks run away, they cannot be caught up. They are like nimble flies. If you chase them, they run away. If you stop, they turn around and chase you." - The Bard in the Crusades

Faced with this clumsy formation, it was OK to scare the other barbarians who had never seen the world, but the soldiers of the 9th and 12th Legions pushed and squeezed them from both sides with their shields. Then the brave soldiers even threw down their shields, raised their daggers and jumped on the shields of the first row of "iron turtles", stepped on the "back" of the big turtle, the fish-scale-like shield, torn open or lifted the shield held by the Suebi, and then stabbed down with swords, and brain kernels and arterial blood spurted out like underground springs - as a result, in just half a day, the iron-clad big turtle of the Suebi village was torn into pieces, and everyone ran away with a "small turtle shell" on their backs.

At this time, the right wing of the Germanic tribal coalition completely collapsed with the collapse of the Suebi Iron Turtle. Many Roman soldiers used iron hooks to pull over the wooden fences and fences between the camps and began to infiltrate and set fire to the slaughter.

On the central front, the Severans who fought to the death, due to the distance, did not know the fate of their right wing of the army. They still formed a dense formation and fought fiercely with Caesar's three main legions. But just as Milu had expected before - as the battle time prolonged, the Severans gradually fell into a disadvantage. They liked to shout and scream to show their military power during the battle, waving their swords and making all kinds of terrifying movements, but this flashy tactic also made them consume their physical strength quickly. But the short Romans had already adapted to the heavy equipment and weapons in their daily manual training. They were calm and composed when defending, and they were fast when attacking. The Centuriae could keep the same pace and thrust out deadly swords at any time. Compared with the Germans who looked very fierce, they were more adaptable to this kind of group-based long-term decisive battle. In addition, the difference in weapons between the two sides in the battle was also highlighted. The technologically backward Sewefers, except for the noble cavalry who had better armor, most of them were half-naked, holding inferior wooden-handled spears that broke with a single cut, and crowded together in a mess. Fighting against the flexible and fierce Romans, they could only fight with raindrops of swords and javelins, resulting in huge casualties.

But soon, Areovistus launched a fierce cavalry raid on the Roman right wing, that is, the battle line of Apis's 11th Legion. Apis' three-row battle line was torn into two rows soon. Even though the commander personally stood in the third row (fortunately, Apis was more cautious in fighting. If he was like Sextilius, who liked to stand at the front of the battle and command, he would have been killed by now. Even if he could escape, he would have lost control of the team) and fought hard, the entire legion was shaken violently.

At this point in the battle, the final comparison was who had a stronger reserve. In this regard, Caesar was obviously better. His 6,000 Gallic cavalry had not moved, while Areovistus put the last elite cavalry into Apis's 11th Legion. Although it achieved inspiring results, it also meant that he was at the end of his rope 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. A good commander not only needs bravery, talent and art on the battlefield, but also needs precise calculations and a rigorous brain.

Now it is Caesar's turn to play, "Raise my red cloak again, little Crassus and I will lead our allies to attack together. As long as they see my cloak, the 11th Legion will regain its footing. I am equal to 10,000 troops." Caesar was the first to ride out confidently, and the rest of the Gallic tribal cavalry followed the Roman coach and galloped towards the right wing, while the leader of the Arverni, Vercingetorix, silently watched Caesar's rapid departure, holding the reins without saying a word, until the people around him reminded him that he should fulfill his obligations and follow the governor of the Gaul province to attack.

"Yes, yes, maybe what Caesar said is right. The barbarians who learned the Roman tactics and techniques all ended up in disastrous defeat. How stupid those people were. They thought that learning from Rome would be enough. They didn't know that since the Roman infantry battalion was at the pinnacle, even if you tried your best, you would always be just a clumsy second-rate imitator. Can a second-rate person beat a first-rate person? Never. So I, Vercingetorix, must break this boring spell." After mumbling these words, the young man with ulterior motives clamped his horse's belly and rushed out.

Caesar's cavalry, which had been recuperating for a long time, showed off their strength and indeed stabilized the loosened position of the 11th Legion. The tired Serwefer cavalry was fiercely counterattacked by Crassus the Younger. In addition, their right wing and center were broken at this time. Many Roman centurions had already rushed into the chariot camp and began to indiscriminately massacre women and children. The flames and screams soared into the sky, disturbing their minds. This retreat was only a matter of time.

"Did the witch really make a mistake this time? Did she really make a mistake..." Finally, accompanied by four or five loyal nobles, Ariovistus blended into the defeated soldiers and headed towards the carriage camp. He fled from the king's tent, where the servants were scattered in all directions, some carrying treasures and preparing to take the opportunity to escape, while others rushed to the stable to take away the horses. Ariovistus's two wives and two daughters were stunned. They stood dumbly at the door of the tent, at a loss, until their husbands and fathers ordered a few mules and horses to be sent. Then they stepped forward as if they had just woken up from a dream, and walked along the wooden fence of the camp, braving the pursuit of the Romans. The rain of human javelins ran towards the Dukes Mountain, because there were dense woods for cover. As a result, on the way, a group of Roman infantry holding a silver-plated iron hand flag suddenly suddenly appeared. Fortunately, Encountering Ariovistus and his wife and daughter, they threw out a row of javelins without saying a word. The wife of the German king from Suebi was immediately hit by three javelins because she was at the outside of the queue. His body was penetrated, and even his neck was broken. He tilted his head and fell under the horse. Like the corpses of other humble tribesmen, he rolled into the ditch next to the car camp.

Ariovistus did not even dare to rescue him. He could only bend down in pain and gritted his teeth to continue his escape. He understood that he had committed countless sins against many tribes in Gaul in the past fourteen years. They who followed Caesar would not let him go.

But at this juncture, he still hoped that Caesar would be lenient with Sewever, because after all, when he escaped, he did not order the execution of the hostages sent by the various departments of Gaul. He believed that this behavior could sell out favors in front of his opponents. (To be continued.)