It is the faith of the Germans, no one can deprive them of their land and!

They are willing to die for their faith and freedom, and they are willing to give all their own things to this land.

Some of them kept falling down and some were dying, but they did not shake their determination to fight at all.

Wang Weiyi is fighting, Guo Yunfeng is fighting, Richterhofen is fighting, Anrugus is fighting, Bius is fighting, and all the Germans are fighting.

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The wild cry resounded on the battlefield, which was the call for freedom and land!

The Romans were also dying one after another. They had become accustomed to the combat power and determination to die shown by the barbarians. They knew that these barbarians would never stop fighting until the last moment.

And among these human powers, the three people who were most eye-catching were undoubtedly called the "Three Demon Messengers" by the Romans:

Skeleton, Vulcan and Blood Devil!

In the eyes of the Romans, they were like three real demons, constantly taking the lives of each Roman.

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Their swords and swords pierced into the Roman soldiers' bodies again and again, pulled them out again and again, and then in the same way, pierced into the Roman soldiers' bodies again and again. From the beginning of the battle, such terrible killing never stopped.

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A spear fell down fiercely. Wang Weiyi raised the round shield in his hand and tried hard to resist the fatal attack. Then the sword was handed out, and another corpse fell in front of him in the blood.

Without even taking a look at the corpse, he quickly slashed the sword over the body of a rushing Roman soldier.

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When he killed the third Roman soldier, Richthofen also killed the third Roman soldier.

This Red Baron, who is as famous as the Skeleton Baron in another time and space, is not inferior to the battlefield of this era.

On the other side, Guo Yunfeng, who was called the "blood devil" by the Romans, made the Romans feel deeply afraid.

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The two flying daggers seemed to have obtained the power of the demon and ruthlessly harvested all the lives that could be seen.

When the blood devil arrives, the Romans will unconsciously hide to both sides for fear of losing their lives under the wave of the two swords.

The performance of the Three Demon Messengers also aroused the determination of the German soldiers to the greatest extent. They attacked the Roman formation again and again, blocking the Roman counterattack again and again.

The ground was filled with corpses.

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Kaleni swore that he had never seen such a fierce battle. Not only did these savages not only did not consider the lives of the enemy, but even did not care about their own lives.

It is completely the same for them to die if the enemy dies or to die by themselves.

And Caleni also found that his soldiers seemed to be a little shaken.

He suddenly remembered what Caesar said to himself before this attack: "We must pay attention to the reactions of the soldiers. The barbarians' practice of allowing us to take away the wounded may shake the soldiers' determination to fight, and they may no longer fight for the glory of Rome!"

Now, Caesar's words have been proven.

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The sun moved west little by little, and when night came, the Roman soldiers were unwilling to fight.

"Enough, Kaleni."

At some point, Caesar suddenly appeared beside Caleni.

"Dear Governor, why are you here?" Kaleni asked in surprise.

"I'll see if our brave soldiers defeated the savages." Caesar said lightly.

Some shameful expressions appeared on Carleni's face: "I think maybe I'm going to let you down, the savage acted so tenaciously..."

I originally thought Caesar would be very angry, but I didn't expect Caesar to smile: "Yes, the barbarians are still very tenacious, but have you noticed some details...

He pointed to the battlefield: "Our military strength and the advantages of formation are being greatly reflected to the maximum extent. We have already gained the upper hand on the battlefield. It is no big deal to me that there is no victory today. When a new attack begins tomorrow, it will be the arrival of the end of the barbarians...."

"Yes, dear Governor, are you going to let me retreat?"

Caesar nodded.

The trumpet of the Roman retreat sounded, and the Roman soldiers who were fighting retreated like a tide.

Although he won again, the Germans were not heard on the battlefield.

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There were too many Romans who came this time, and they could not kill them no matter how hard they were. And if the sun had not set and the Romans who had firmly grasped the situation on the battlefield, perhaps they could have remake the Germanic defense line today.

What about tomorrow? What will happen tomorrow? No one can answer this question.

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"My soldiers!" Just in the middle of the battlefield, Wang Weiyi's voice sounded in the Germanic ears: "We won, but why didn't I hear the cheers? Are you killing too few Romans? Richthofen, how many Romans have you killed?"

"Nine, my friends."

"Guo Yunfeng, what about you, how many Romans have you killed?"

“Eleven!”

"Anrugstibius, how many Romans have you been?"!
To be continued...