The Celtics' stone-titling technique is indeed well-deserved, no less than the famous Rhodes Island Stone-titlers and Balearic Islands Stone-titlers living in the earthly sea. The Germans attacked on their backs began to suffer. Their tall bodies made it easier for the Celtics on the mountain to aim.

After a while, the Germans who rushed in front fell down, and blood flowed on their heads and dyed the ground under them red. These Germans were really brave. No one of them snorted no matter what their injuries were. The rest seemed to be aroused by the scene and rushed more and more brave. The young man in leopard leather armor in the lead was particularly brave. He flexibly dodged the stones thrown at him, but he did not stop at all, leaving his companions behind.

Suddenly, after dodging a few stones, a fist-sized stone attacked the young man. He couldn't dodge and was hit hard on his shoulder. Blood immediately flowed through half of his body, which was thrown by a Celtic child hidden behind a large stone on the side of the road. The young man shook his body, ignored the wound, and then rushed up, stabbed the short spear into the body of a Dalmaxi mountaineer. While the stabbed man was spewing blood, he kicked the Celtic down, and the drawn short spear stabbed another Celtic. When he pulled out the tip of the bloody spear from the fifth Celtic, some Germans followed.

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Shortly after the Germans rushed forward, Gayus ordered the legion formation to move forward. Under the illumination of a little sunlight leaking from the gaps in the clouds, the Roman formation seemed extremely majestic. The shields arranged side by side made the entire formation look extremely heavy. A bronze helmet reflected the color of metal, like waves of the ocean; the starlight shining on the tips of the guns that were throwing guns seemed to pierce through the thick clouds on their heads; from time to time a flash of lightning flashed in the formation, which was the terrifying light of the Roman dagger.

Gaius, contrary to the Roman commander's convention, walked in front of the square. He looked contemptuously at the foot of the mountain, and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain. Here he stopped and focused his attention to the mountain: the little advantage the Germans had in the charge just now gradually disappeared, and as the Celtics retreated step by step, their attack became more and more difficult.

"Sir, I'm too unsafe here. Please step back a little!" The commanders at all levels of the legion ran over sweating. Gaius did not look at them and looked around, but walked towards a hill further ahead.

A brief battle had just happened in this small hill. A murdered ten-master of the Roman legion lay a few steps away from his feet. His lost eyes raised outwards and stared at the sky weakly. There was a big hole in his pierced abdomen, and colorful intestines flowed out from there.

It was covered with mud and piled up on the ground beneath him.

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But Gaius seemed to have not seen these at all. After walking up the hill, he continued to concentrate on paying attention to the battle situation on the mountain. The officers of Gaius were stunned by his actions and began to dissuade him more fiercely. After a while, he heard a few words spit out from his mouth: "I am here!"

Gaius's personal slaves waved their hands at the officers. They knew that they stopped talking, but just quietly ordered people to carry the body away.

After looking at it for a while, Gaius spoke: "Let the auxiliary soldiers retreat, we can capture this copycat tomorrow."

Hearing the military horn at the foot of the mountain, the Germans' auxiliary soldiers slowly retreated. The young man stayed at the end of the team and broke the back several dozen steps until his tribe left the range of the Celtics, he ran towards the Germans' brigade. It seemed that the Celtics were also moved by his bravery and did not throw stones at him.

Looking at the gloomy expression of the Germanic Gaius who came to the hill, he calmed down a little, "A young man was very brave in the battle just now, and I want to see him."

The young man was named Tibius, who took the initiative to surrender to the Romans with two hundred Germans and was willing to fight for the Romans. His team performed very well in this battle, and it was precisely because of this that he received praise from Gaius.

Just after letting Tebius leave, Dekius hurriedly walked in and said that he had caught two strange people.

Or to be more precise, it was not something they caught, but they took the initiative to deliver it to their door.

These two people spoke pure, the most popular language in Rome, with generous conversations and noble births, but they could not find any documents that the consuls could prove their identity.

This made Gaius a little curious. He thought about it for a while and ordered Degius to bring the person in.

Gaius met two young men, one of whom claimed to be Ernst.

Alexson.

Feng.

Bryme, a self-proclaimed Manfred.

Albrecht.

Feng.

Richterhofen.

What a strange name, Gaius thought to himself, maybe it was from Egypt or a farther place.

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"We are from the province of Dalmatia." The one called himself Ernst.

The young man of Breme was very respectful: "It's a great honor to meet you, Lord Gaius."

Ah, from Dalmatia Province, Gaius nodded: "So please tell me, what are you doing here? Why don't you have any documents that can prove yourself?"

Gaius still has some good feelings for them. The two people in front of him were young and full of firepower, and they looked polite, and they were obviously well-educated. What's even more rare is that their accents really made them feel very friendly.

Since I came here, I have faced those vulgar soldiers all day long, which really ruined my heart! Love.

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In the face of the consul's inquiry, Ernst.

Breme said in a daze: "We are merchants. I heard that the respected Lord Gaius Julius Caesar was completing the great cause of conquering the entire Gaul. We smelled the business opportunity from it, so we organized a batch of goods to try our luck in this dangerous place...."

Gaius smiled.

These bold businessmen, no matter how fierce the battlefield is, they can always be seen.

Ernst.

Breme continued: "But unfortunately, our adventure was not successful this time. We were attacked by the savages on the road, and almost all our goods and property were lost. Our companions were killed by the savages. Only Manfred and I ran out... Lord Consul, although we have no way to prove our identity for the time being

But when we return to the province of Dalmatia, the local governor will be willing to prove it to us.

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In fact, there is no need to prove that Gaius has completely believed them. Such an accent

Such conversations are not something that those enemies can pretend to be.

"Damn savages, all the damn barbarians will kill them!" Gaius was obviously very sympathetic to their experience: "Don't worry, I will send a team of soldiers to help you regain your property. But before that, I have some things to do, and you can follow me if you want."

"That is our honor to Lord Consul."

Ernst said this, and looked at each other with Richterhoven, then smiled at each other.

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A dozen bloody objects were thrown from the mountain to the Romans. One of them was thrown very far away, and they were actually thrown under the hill. A Roman soldier picked it up and saw it, screamed and threw it on the ground - it was the head of a Roman!

It turned out that the Celtics in the village saw the enemy retreating and moved down for a long distance boldly. Then, who had the idea, they threw the cut Romans' heads into the legion with a stone caster. Seeing that this method brought a terrifying commotion among the Romans, these mountain people were overjoyed and were more and more excited to smash a head down the mountain.

"The signal soldiers go to the foot of the mountain to shout and tell the savages that I will spare their lives as long as they surrender!" Gayus looked at the scene indifferently and slowly gave his life.

Looking at the signal soldiers running down the hill, the officers of the Legion thought that Gaius was confused by the anger and made the Celtic surrender at this time, only the madman wanted to get it.

After a while, the signal soldier ran back, "Sir..." He hesitated for a moment and did not continue.

"It's okay, what did those savage guys say? Tell me."

"Commander Gaius, they said... they said: Let you find someone with wings to seize this cottage." The signal soldier swallowed his saliva and told the Celtics' reply, and bursts of laughter came from the mountain.

Gaius snorted coldly.

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To be continued...