An uprising is going on quietly.!

The Saxons, Lombards, Cheroshis and Dunctor were exhausted, and they all had no doubts about whether this uprising would be successful. They firmly believed that under the leadership of the wise Hellmann, the uprising would be successful.

It's exactly the same as Hellman's confidence in himself.

Night fell quietly at the Saxon camp, and every Saxon man, woman, young and old were ready.

They appeared quietly and gathered quietly. Each of them stared at their leaders:

The great and wise Hellman!

Hermann's voice rang in their ears: "My warriors, my tribesmen, the day we were waiting for finally came. A few years ago, the Romans suddenly appeared. They occupied our land, robbed our people, and forced the heavy taxes to us. We are patient, not because we are cowardly, but because we are waiting for an opportunity to defeat the Romans and restore our freedom! And now, this opportunity has arrived! With the help of the gods, Sencomalus's legion was defeated, and we are missing one of the strongest enemies...."

He deliberately added Sentumarus' failure to the gods, because rumors about the magical power of the Demon Messenger had spread among the Saxons in the shortest time, and many people began to talk about the German League and the powerful power they possessed.

Helmann must minimize such influence: "The gods will still help us achieve victory after victory, no one can stop our desire for freedom, no! Tonight, the Romans will see our strength, and the Romans will tremble under our strength-for freedom!"

"For freedom!" Every Saxon burst out with such a cry.

"For freedom!" Helman shouted again without any worries: "Go and kill all the Romans!"

In his shouting, the Germanic uprising finally broke out on this night!

Countless Saxons organized themselves and rushed towards the Romans' residence.

There were less than 200 Roman soldiers there, and they were completely sure to kill them all in the shortest time!

But when they arrived, they were surprised to find that the Romans did not even have a guard!

They rushed in, but the Roman camp was quiet and there was no sound at all.

Where were the Romans? Where did the Romans go? The Saxons searched every inch of the corner, but found no shadow of the Romans.

An ominous premonition arose in Hellman's heart.

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"Chief, chief!" Serdes hurriedly ran over: "We didn't find Turnerdus. No one knew where he was going!"

Turnerdus, who was still telling them the story of Eros, was also missing!

What's going on? The Saxons looked at each other, and then at this moment, on their periphery, a large area of ​​torches lit up, and then the sound of countless Roman soldiers knocking on their shields came.

A large number of Roman soldiers appeared around them!

Helman's mind was dizzy, their plan to revolt was leaked!

The Roman soldiers kept pounding their shields like a demonstration. Then, under the command of the generals, they stopped their hands neatly, and then a voice clearly reached the Saxons' ears:

"You have failed the despicable barbarians, the treacherous Saxons, you have failed the great Caesar's trust in you. You have actually wanted to betray Rome and kill the noble Roman soldiers. Now you have failed, and I order you to put down your weapons and accept the justice of Romans at the command of Caesar, the governor of the province of Gaul.

That's Turnerdus' voice!

Helman's anger was completely indescribable. He shouted in anger: "Tenardus, I swear, if I can catch you, I will peel your skin from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, I swear!"

Turnerdus laughed loudly: "Silly barbarians, do you really think it's possible to succeed? The respected commander Gaius brought a whole army. Your doomsday is coming soon!"

As his voice fell, Gaius's majestic voice came again: "The barbarians refused to surrender, the soldiers of the Roman Republic, destroy them and tell them the fate of betraying Rome!"

Under his command, the Roman soldiers began to advance towards this neatly.

A battle that was completely unmatched broke out here.

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Not only were the Saxons at a disadvantage in numbers, but the weapons they used were completely incomparable to the excellent equipment of the Romans.

Some of them are constantly falling down and some are constantly dying.

Sorrowful cry kept ringing, and one after another of life disappeared on this battlefield.

Heilmann would never want to suffer such a fate by himself and his tribesmen. He fought hard with the bravest warrior. As long as there was a trace of possibility, he would never give up.

But the Romans were too many for them, and the strength of the two sides was too far apart.

No matter how hard the Saxons fought, they inevitably fell down one after another. Soon, a large area of ​​corpses appeared around them.

"Chief, we are about to be surrounded!" Serders' scream came over.

This made Helmann stop his hand.

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Yes, under the cruel attack of the Romans, the Saxons could no longer resist his fierce attack. A large number of Saxons were falling down hopelessly, and the encirclement of the horses was shrinking and smaller.

He gritted his teeth: "Retreat, retreat into the woods!"

The Saxons began to retreat, but this aroused the cheers of the Romans. They did not want to give up such a great opportunity. The backward Saxons were soon massacred by Roman soldiers.

Gaius looked at the battlefield with satisfaction, and Turnerdus said flatteringly: "Dear Consort, congratulations on your visit to the unit for another great victory."

"This is nothing." Gaius concealed his pride: "We are not really victorious yet."

"But they have no place to escape," said Turnerdus with a smile. "I stayed on the savage territory for a long time, and I know everything about them. No matter where they go, I have a way to find them, my respected consul."

Gaius nodded. The piece that Caesar arranged among the barbarians for a long time was finally going to play a huge role.

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The sun shines in the woods, but for the Saxons, the sun is full of blood.

In yesterday's battle, although they tried their best to break through successfully, they lost a large number of tribe members. The brave warriors died under the Roman butcher's butcher's knife, and almost half of the old men, men and women did not have time to run out and all became captives of the Romans.

These include Serders' wife Hesniya.

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All the Saxons didn't say a word, they licked their wounds silently and savored the bitterness brought by failure.

Helmann looked at his tribe, and his heart felt a burst of cramps. He hated the Romans, and he hated himself the same. He ignored Turnerus and did not take the Romans at all. He thought that as long as he raised his arms and shouted, the Romans would run away in a hurry.

But now the person who escaped in a hurry has become himself.

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He must be responsible for all this!

"The leader Uyer and his soldiers are back!"

When he heard this voice, Heilman hurriedly went out, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.

Uyer brought back only 20 warriors, and even he was injured. As soon as he saw Helman, Uyer choked up: "As soon as we arrived, we were ambushed by the Romans, and we fought desperately, but there were only a few people left for 300 warriors, and there were only 300 warriors...."

His eyes were red. Even though everyone did not participate in it personally, they knew what terrible fate had happened to Uyer and his soldiers at night.

"The Romans were prepared for a long time. They discovered our conspiracy." Uyr shouted: "My tribe must have been attacked. Heilman, what should they do?"
To be continued...