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Swarms of soldiers were submerged in the sea of ​​fire, and groups of soldiers were burned to death here. When they watched the tragedy that happened in front of them, tears flowed out of Senadi's eyes.

He felt sad for the 15th Legion and even more so sad for himself. He never thought that he would end like this one day.

Now, everything is irreversible.

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He looked at the surrounding mountains and could feel that his enemy, the demon messenger from hell, was also looking at him. Perhaps the enemy's eyes were filled with sarcasm and joy of victory, and of course, there might be some mercy.

It's really ironic, the enemy will sympathize with it.

Senadi was not thinking! It was wrong. At this time, Wang Weiyi was indeed watching everything that happened with the eyes of the winner, and his seriousness was indeed full of sympathy.

After all, life disappeared before my eyes.

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He whispered to Richthofen: "There is a very skilled man in the East, named Zhuge Liang. He surrounded countless enemies with a fire, and then told his subordinates that God would let me live a few years less because of what I did..."

Richterhofen looked at him: "Do you think you would live a few years less because of such a thing?"

"No, I never thought so." Wang Weiyi smiled: "I will be proud of what I do. I have killed countless people, but I have never felt guilty. Do you know why?"

Richterhofen shook his head, and he heard Wang Weiyi tell himself: "Because everything I do is what I think I should do. I don't care about what others think of me, nor do I care about what others think of me, I only do what I think is right."

"This is the right thing to do..." Richterhofen looked at the burning battlefield.

He sighed softly: "You achieved the greatest victory with the smallest price. You maintained the greatest strength for the Germans. If we faced a head-on battle, we would still win, but we would definitely pay a great price. What you are doing now is just like what you have said countless times...."

Get the greatest victory at the lowest cost.

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This is what Wang Weiyi kept saying.

Now, he is just repeating such things.

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The battlefield was completely wrapped in fire.

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Flashes of burnt smell filled the entire valley, and even the Germans felt extremely shocked.

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They looked at the consul Ernst with awe. They could not imagine why the consul thought of this method. Being able to fight under the leadership of the consul was the greatest honor of the Germans.

If the consul is the enemy, it would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, this didn't happen.

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The Germanic luck is the sorrow of the Romans.

The battlefield that lost control made people completely collapse. A large number of Romans died in the fire, and the shadow of the god of death was also covering them.

Senadi was powerless to turn the world around and his guards were still loyally protecting the safety of the chief centurion and trying his best to find a way to live.

They shouted loudly and summoned hundreds of soldiers who had not yet been burned by the fire, and then tried hard to open a passage.

This is an extremely difficult effort. They must face the fires and the continuous falling stones on the mountains.

They launched attacks again and again, fighting with huge rocks again and again.

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More and more Roman soldiers joined this ranks, and the desire to survive in a desperate situation is unimaginable.

With their continuous efforts and huge casualties, the road was actually opened by them.

They no longer care about how many people died. The lucky Roman soldiers rushed out in a swarm.

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Wang Weiyi witnessed all this on the top of the mountain. He just smiled faintly. It didn't matter that he could not kill all the enemies, but the main force of the 15th Roman Legion had been ruined here.

From now on, the 15th Legion can no longer pose any threat to the Germans.

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This fire was called "Hephaestus's wrath" by the Romans.

In Greek mythology, Hephaestus is the god of vulcan and the extremely skilled blacksmith, one of the twelve main gods of Olympus, the son of Zeus, the king of the gods, and the queen of the gods, Hera, and the husband of Aphrodite.
To be continued...