Like Anrugus, there were probably few people who thought that Mr. Baron had gone! He could still come back alive after the Roman barracks.

Wang Weiyi didn't care how others viewed him. He only regarded this as an ordinary one in his countless adventures.

This time, he only brought Richterhoven with him. There were few people and often allowed his enemies to be neglected.

In order to relieve the Germans, he also specifically said that once he could not come back, Guo Yunfeng would continue to lead them to fight against the Romans and become the link between them and the fictitious "Sacred German Empire".

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In this way, the Germans were completely relieved.

From here to the camps of the Roman legion, dangers were everywhere. The Romans, or tribes like Germania, could launch sudden attacks on them anytime and anywhere.

Most of the time, such an attack doesn't even have the chance to ask for mercy.

Wang Weiyi and Richterhofen didn't know what kind of danger they would encounter. This era was too strange to them.

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Roman military camp.

The mountains are shrouded in a grey cloud, and the mountains forgotten by the sun are like Titan giants driven away by the god Jupiter, standing gloomy in the clouds.

This is a mountainous area with a very uncomfortable climate, and it is wet and gray everywhere. The clothes that Roman soldiers who came to besiege a Celtic village on the mountain were often drying out for a day.

In the past, the Romans always believed that the Celtics were Germans, but they soon discovered that the Celtics and Germans were not the same. On the contrary, they often fought for food to make the territory, and a large number of people died for this every year.

When it was almost dawn, there was a sound of horse hooves outside the military camp. After a brief rest at the door, several horse riders rushed by the avenue across the military commander's tent and the soldiers' tent, heading straight for the commander's tent that was set up last night.

Several Roman soldiers came out of the tent where they were sleeping and saw horses splashing on large mud spots on their clothes they were drying. They pointed to the backs of several horses and cursed. When they heard the soldiers' scolding, the ten-husband in the tent also came out.

"I shut up all my mouth, don't you want to live?" The tenth prince squinted his eyes and looked at the people who were dismounting in front of the commander's tent. Suddenly, he shouted in a low voice, "There is the cavalry commander Dekius, who is the consul of Gaius! Go back to the tent, I don't want to send my life away because of you idiots!"

Gaius always has a cold facial expression and is taciturn, and even rarely talks with his companions around him. He speaks very slowly and often accidentally pops his fingers, which easily reveals an impatient look. When walking, he always straightens his neck, stretches his head forward, and looks at others with his eyes slanted. All these arrogant habits make people around him feel very unhappy.

At this moment, he had a gloomy face, staring at a man kneeling in the muddy ground in front of the handsome tent, and after a while, he spoke: "Did you come from Rome?"

From Rome, we arrived here day and night, and Gaius's wife Lucia's personal slave replied in a humble manner: "Yes, noble Lord Gaius, I am sent by the noble Lady Lucia. I have a letter here..."

"Shut up! You idiot!" His words were immediately interrupted by the angry Gaius. The suspicious consul carefully looked at the people standing next to him, and found that they were all his close Greek guards who came from the Xia camp with Dekius. Then he felt relieved.

"You join me and you guys, please be optimistic about the door. No one is allowed to come in without my permission! Remember, it's anyone!" Gaius ordered with a hint of anger, and then walked back to the tent without looking at anyone.

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In the commander's tent, Gaius quickly finished reading Lukiya's letter. Although he tried his best to remain calm, his tight skin couldn't help but twitched a few times, and his face became even more gloomy. Seeing his backing face, Deigius, who was familiar with Gaius's temper, knew that he was on the verge of being furious again. He quickly explained: "Sir, I am not leaving the Xia camp at will. This person refused to give me his letter and insisted on handing it to you. I was afraid that something would happen to this important letter, so I came with him...."

"Well? How do you know what this letter is important? Say!" Gaius stared at his confidant fiercely: "Say! Where did you know?"

Dekius was so scared that he seemed to have a shorter body. He stammered: "I, I don't know, I, I just guessed."

Gaius suddenly realized his incompetence and quickly began to hide himself, "Decchius, you misunderstood. This is just an insignificant letter. The contents of it tell me that my son Drusus's illness has been cured."

He tried his best to squeeze out a smile, but he didn't expect it to make his expression look even more terrifying.

Only he knows the true content in the letter.

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Dekius quickly made a confident expression, fearing that something wrong would anger his commander. Gaius ignored Dekius and turned to Lukiya's slave, who was already trembling with fear.

"Is there anything else to do with your master?" Gaius tried to slow down his beauties.!

"No more, noble lord."

Lu Chia's son thought for a long time and said word by word: "Okay, hurry up and go back to your master and tell her: I already know the situation of my son, I hope he will not suffer from potentially fatal diseases, because I am very worried about his body! Do you remember what I said?"

"Sir, please rest assured, I have engraved it in my mind!" Lu Chiya's personal slave understood it.

"Well, Dekius, you go back to Summer Camp with him. Remember to bring people to escort him yourself until he reaches the first station you can't come back!"

The sound of horse hooves sounded again on the avenue between the military commander's tent and the soldiers' tent. From then on, Gaius kept locking himself in the tent. It was not until noon that he was alarmed by the noise of the military camp. Some soldiers and slaves who had gone out to collect herding were attacked by the Celtics on the mountain.

Gaius looked at the army soldiers who were defeated in a mess, gave a few instructions to the guards in front of the tent, then turned around and walked back to the tent.

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After a while, the commander of the camp, the commander of the army, the commander of the battalion, and the centurion, came to his tent one after another.

After the officers saluted, the commander's tent was quiet for a while. The officers knew that Gaius was quietly looking at them according to his old habits. No one spoke. Everyone was waiting for the commander with a bad temper to speak first.

"Do you want to know why I arrived here overnight?" Gaius spoke slowly after confirming that there were no expressions worth studying on these people's faces.

No one answered his words, and everyone knew that Gaius did not like someone to speak before he was allowed. Sure enough, the commander immediately answered his own question: "Although your legion was established by my father many years ago, he also gave your legion the glorious title of Valeria. But since in order to quell this rebellion, Rome has assigned you to my command, you are just the 20th legion of Rome in my eyes! No matter what glorious history you have in the past, you must obey my orders! Do you understand?"

"Dear Consul Gaius, although we have never had the honor of serving Rome under your command, please believe that we still admire your past achievements and we will obey your military orders. The evidence is that we have just arrived here from Latya and immediately carried out your orders to this mountainous area regardless of fatigue and rushed to the mountainous area to deal with the savages!"

The person who spoke was the commander of the 20th Legion, a Roman noble with gorgeous armor. Although from a long time ago, the actual command of each Roman legion was taken over by the deputy general, financial officer or chief centurion with rich combat experience appointed by the army commander. According to tradition, the commander of the legion has long become a decoration, and it is just a transitional position for many Romans to gilt their future careers. However, since he was nominally the supreme commander of the legion, he is now the one who speaks on behalf of everyone.

Gaius stared at the Roman playboy in his thirties, as if he wanted to see clearly what color his bone marrow was. "Okay, please tell me why the Roman soldiers from six battalions could not seize this hamlet that often attacked our grain transport team? As far as I know, this village has only 3,000 women and children!"

"You will understand when you look ahead. The terrain here is really bad for us. Forced attacks only make the Roman soldiers die in vain. Now it seems that there is no better way except to siege." Seeing the commander of the legion, he kept silent under Gaius' fierce gaze and the face of the Yinqiu, the chief centurion of the twenty-fifth legion couldn't help but speak.

"Well, is that?" Gaius seemed a little polite to the chief centurion. After thinking for a while, he said flatly again: "No, this hamlet must be captured within three days! Now I don't have enough troops in my hands, so I can't let the six battalions trap the troops here! You go and prepare, and attack again immediately after lunch!"

The Roman officers in the tent looked at each other in the end, and the chief centurion was more courageous. "Please say for granted, consul Gaius, I think it is basically impossible to capture it within three days unless the god of war Mars comes among us."

"Didn't you hear me? I'll order you to attack immediately after lunch! Do you want me to repeat it?" Gaius said impatiently without hearing the centurion's words.

Hearing this sentence, the officers put their right arms horizontally in front of their chests and saluted, silently exiting Gaius's commanding tent. Soon, the sound of gathering bronze horns and the chaotic footsteps of the soldiers came from outside the tent, and another attack was about to begin.

Gaius ignored what was happening outside. He carefully handed Lukiya's letter to the oil lamp until it slowly turned into ashes. He said to his own personal slave standing at the door of the tent: "Come my lunch..."

When Gaius arrived at the battlefield, he happened to witness another defeat of the Roman soldiers: the chief centurion of the Twentieth Legion was right, the terrain here was really bad for the Romans - this was a mountain village with cliffs on all sides, with snow on the top of the mountain. Several mountain roads at the foot of the mountain gradually merged into a rugged and narrow road as the mountain spiraled, and it was the only passage leading to the village gate. The end of the passage was blocked by a chest wall with countless sharp wooden signs inserted in front! Strictly...

The Roman soldiers who had just launched an attack on the mountain village had to fight in dense formations on the narrow mountain road. The legion commanders discussed it and decided to line up with heavy infantry at the front. Although the speed was sacrificed, this could reduce the damage caused by the attack of arrows and stones on the mountain. Unfortunately, these elite soldiers in heavy armor could only line up in ten people wide on the hovering road. Such a long and dense Roman team was completely under the blow of big rocks smashed down one by one.

After the big stones smashed the shields on the Roman soldiers' heads, hail-like sharp stones followed one after another, which were fired from the Celtics who had been playing with skillful slaughter tools since childhood. They accurately smashed the weak parts of the legion soldiers' armor and knocked through the helmets and armor of the conquers who came here from the warm Italian peninsula; some fell directly on their faces, and the tragic soldiers immediately turned into bloody men with blurred facial features, making heart-wrenching screams, or simply fell directly to the ground with a "gulp".

Soon, the attackers' team could not support it, and even the bravest people turned around and fled, and the attack formation suddenly became very chaotic. The centurions shouted in vainly, begging and scolding their soldiers, reminding them to pay attention to the honor of the legion, hoping that they could endure this terrible stone storm.

However, as the ranks above were attacked more and more fiercely, only a few soldiers paused for a moment. Seeing that their partners had no intention of stopping, they were increasingly eager to squeeze into the ranks below, which made the entire team mess up. The chaotic squeeze began. The soldiers who were defeated in front squeezed their comrades who had not yet been attacked by stones to the ground, stepped on the bodies of the fallen people, and fled desperately.

At this time, a large number of Celtics in leather armor rushed out from behind the chest wall, and said "ho" and "ho" to the road leading to the foot of the mountain. They waved various weapons and jumped forward keenly on the stone-covered mountain road, chasing the enemy at a much faster speed than the Roman heavy infantry.

Under this blow, the Roman troops completely collapsed.

Gaius looked at the defeat that happened under his nose quietly. It was not until the Celtic pursuers slowly approached the foot of the mountain that they ordered the army signal soldiers standing beside him to let the soldiers left in the barracks come out to form a square formation. At this time, the two battalions of Roman soldiers participating in the upright attack on the mountain village saw the legion eagle flag and the ceremonial guard of Gaius beside it. They knew that their supreme commander had come to the battlefield in person. They wanted to turn back and fight but could not stop, because the person who was running forward was pushed by the people behind, and the people behind were pushed by the people behind. Similarly, the Celtics who were chasing from the mountain could not stop. The narrow mountain road was tightly clamped by the rocks on both sides, and the steep slopes made their downhill speed reach an incredible level. Everyone rushed down like an avalanche, and did not stop near the foot of the mountain.

Only when the mountain road gradually became wider and divided into forks and the hillside became flatter, the soldiers of the fleeing Twenty Legion remembered that they could have deployed their troops and prepared to resist, but the whistling stones used the Roman soldiers as targets: countless stone-cattered Piso swayed on the heads of the Celtics and were drawn into circles, and the barbarians began to throw deadly pointed stones at their enemies as if they were hitting deer in the mountains.

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So the defeat continued.

Gaius thought that at the foot of the mountain, the Romans would stop defeat, but he did not expect that the situation would still be bad. The Celtics in this village seemed to be sincerely embarrassed by the supreme commander of Rome in the Danube region and did not stop their pursuit. From time to time, a heavy Roman soldier with heavy steps was cut down by the light mountain man. His head would be cut off by a Celtic. Then the warrior grabbed his bloody hair and carried it in his hand. Then a group of children following the adults began to peel the dead armor from the corpse excitedly.

"The combat quality of these guys is really bad!" Two thick eyebrows locked on Gaius's face, and his face became even more gloomy. When he saw that the defeated soldiers were about to attack the square formation arranged at the foot of the mountain, he waved the commander's scepter in his hand in anger and shouted: "Assistant soldiers attack!"

A group of tall Germans roared and rushed out from both sides of the Roman phalanx. They did not have the armor of the Roman soldiers. Most of them were wearing only light coats, and some were naked. These strong men held short spears in one hand and javelin in the other, and rushed forward quickly. The long blonde hair floated behind them, like dazzling small yellow dots moving on the land of green grass and black mud.

The Germanic auxiliary soldiers rushed for a while and suddenly stopped for a while. After a loud roar, the javelin in their hands was thrown out fiercely. Then the Germanic people rushed towards the Celtics with short spears.

The dense javelin instantly caused dozens of Celtics to lose their lives. The fierce charge of the Germans made them a little panicked, but when they found that the enemy was still some distance from them, the Celtics calmed down again. Under the command of a man who looked like a leader, they slowly retreated to the mountain while attacking the Germans with stone catapults.
Chapter completed!