Augustus Road

Then, the spear phalanxes sang war songs one by one:

"Do you know what kind of men you are fighting?

We eat swords as food,

The wine we drink burns in our chests,

The broken javelins you fly at us are our desserts,

We use shields and breastplates as pillows,

And finally, we use the arrows you shoot as wreaths!

Hail, hail, forward, Bronze Shield Army!"

"Hail, hail, forward!" All the spear teams, when they were one furlong away from the Roman XII Legion, launched a fierce spear storm charge. The Romans whistled everywhere, and they flexibly abandoned their front-line battle positions, took turns to cover each other, and ran back to the rear camp. -Top-Novel-

"They are fleeing, the invincible Romans are fleeing." Seeing this, the standard-bearer of the Bronze Shield Army, Sikobodias, shouted excitedly, "Soldiers in the back row, perhaps you can't see this great scene due to your vision, but I can't care about you. The first person to attack the enemy camp was me before, I am now, and I will be me in the future." After that, several equally reckless and brave young officers responded to Sikobodias, and everyone rushed forward and began to compete for merit.

Menander, who was supervising the battle on the high ground beside the rear camp, saw this scene and laughed. He loved these young people, who were passionate, orderly, loyal and brave, and he trained them.

But at this time, the wind suddenly became agitated and frenzied. In the Roman camp, many lightly armed soldiers of the Kingdom of Eubernia suddenly emerged, and they passed by the soldiers of the 12th Legion. Then they threw out strange things from their hands.

It turned out that when Menander was meticulously improving the Bronze Shield Army, the wolf-like Adiana would naturally not turn a blind eye to this army that she hated so much. After carefully studying the phalanx tactics of her father and all the successor kingdoms, she invented the simplest and most practical tactical weapon - iron chain caltrops to deal with Menander.

This kind of iron caltrops was originally scattered to block the enemy cavalry. They are all triangular in shape, so they can be scattered anywhere and stand firmly. They are sharp enough to cause any horse to be injured by stepping on them. "Then, it is the same for the flesh-and-blood soldiers of the phalanx. At least they will be smarter than livestock. They will not see this terrible thing and step on it fiercely."

So Adiana's soldiers. String many caltrops together with ropes, which can be carried on their backs on weekdays, and now they can be thrown easily. Then form a blocking belt within a distance of ten Roman feet in front.

After throwing away the caltrops, the Eubertian soldiers all half-knelt down, holding the ropes and sword handles, and then the standard bearer of the archery brigade of the 12th Legion raised the fly flag. Behind the wooden fence of the camp, the archers behind the front row of soldiers began to vibrate the bowstrings rapidly. The formation of the soldiers of the Bronze Shield Army began to be unstable. Some of them dodged the arrows flying from the front, while others covered their heads and continued to move forward. In particular, the soldiers in the front row stopped after seeing the caltrops all over the ground, while the soldiers in the back row did not know why and continued to move forward, people next to each other, spears against spears, and could not see the front at all and rushed forward desperately. The sound of whistles and gongs and drums was chaotic. Many soldiers in the front row were either shot by arrows or squeezed down and fell on the caltrops, and let out a miserable howl like a pig being slaughtered, replacing the previous passionate military songs.

However, the spear forest continued to advance relentlessly. The soldiers in the back row stepped over the bodies of their comrades in front without noticing, until the blood flowed like a river and melted the snow, but they still stretched out their huge spears, which were as long as 20 Roman feet, in unison.

Soon, the Romans flew the heavy javelins of Pirum, which hit the armor and shields with dull sounds one after another. More soldiers of the Bronze Shield Army fell silently and rolled into the trench in front of the Roman camp. The entire front line of the Bronze Shield Army became even more uneven. Some detachments were swarming up the slope in front of the enemy camp, while others were carefully squeezing in the area between the thorns and the trench to try to pass through, and some did not know where the signal drums and flutes came from, so they could only stay where they were and observe the situation.

There were sporadic battles everywhere. Whether it was the 12th Legion of Lepidus or the soldiers of the Kingdom of Eubernia, they tried not to fight these spearmen head-on. They either threw hunting spears or went around to the flanks to kill. However, the Bronze Shield Army was also very resolute. No matter where the enemy ran to, they would face the continuous stabbing of three or four spears at the same time. Several unlucky centurions of the 12th Legion collided with ten spears at the same time in the front. The blood rolled up the snow foam on the ground and flew up.

"Tell the soldiers on the front line not to be afraid. If they rush through the wooden fence beside the Roman camp, they will collapse." Menander obviously believed the priests' rumors about crows. He did not even use the Sarmatian cavalry in this battle, but just asked these cavalry to stay in their own camp and watch the battle.

At this moment, the golden winter sun of Asia Minor has slowly climbed to the zenith, and on the plain on the left side of the battlefield, the sound of military songs can be heard faintly:

"We were farmers and herdsmen as ordinary as thyme,

Now we have to work for the glory of Lepidus,

He said come! Hand over the strongest men among you,

I will forge them into iron blocks and weapons.

New soldiers are enlisted, flags are flying,

They have eaten all the sticks and are familiar with the drill.

Then,

Enemy, I will easily kill you with the sword,

Cut off your heads,

Drink all your blood,

Then I will urinate on your corpses,

Say this is the fate of the weak, this is the fate of the weak!"

Accompanied by the military song, the left ear flank of the Bronze Shield Army began to riot. Many young soldiers who had never seen the world saw that many of the warriors who rushed over in formation were dark-skinned and fierce-looking, and they were hard to tell whether they were human or ghost. This made them feel extremely horrified, but they soon realized that these black soldiers were also proficient in using various weapons, especially the powerful bows and arrows.

The arrows rained down on the side of the dense Bronze Shield Army's moving square formation. Those young soldiers with beautiful faces and high morale, these cruel arrows flying over made them experience painful death and injuries. People kept falling down like straw in the wind, "Where did the enemy come from? Impossible! I got the intelligence in advance that the main force of the Romans in the direction of Taketun should still be 60 Roman miles to the south, fighting with Scipio's main force. They didn't show up yesterday. Could it be that they ran back in the windy and snowy night yesterday? "Menander saw the Bronze Shield Army being shot dead like a tide, his eyes were bloodshot, and he cracked the whip in his hand and shouted.

The generals and officers under him all persuaded Menander to quickly send out the Sarmatian cavalry to disperse the Roman archers on the left wing. Menander waved the flag, and the Sarmatian cavalry in the camp, after seeing the attack signal, took the lead and raised the fish-dragon flag in their hands, pointing to the enemy black team that appeared on the left side of the entire wilderness! (To be continued...)

!!