Roman Slave Owner

Orgeritorix's face became extremely pale, but soon became resolute.

"Attack! Attack!! Today we will let the Romans know how powerful the Celtic warriors are!"

Orgeritorix roared loudly.

After receiving his order, the Helvetian soldiers immediately launched a wave of attacks.

The Celts, like the Germans, would draw out all adult men to fight, and their number of soldiers could reach between one-third and one-quarter of the tribe's population.

Therefore, the number of their soldiers is often extremely large, but they are extremely unprofessional and have not received systematic training.

Many lacked armor, and some even wore leather armor.

Li Wei soon discovered this, and soon the bugle sounded and the military flag was waved.

The marching legions immediately stopped, the queues separated, and rows of crossbowmen and slingers came forward to form a nine-column phalanx.

At the front are the crossbowmen, behind them are the Cretan archers, and last are the Mallorca slingers.

The crossbowmen had already loaded their arrows, with the front row squatting and the second row standing, aiming at the rapidly approaching Helvetians.

When those Helvetians got close enough.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"

The centurions shouted loudly.

In an instant, thousands of arrows flew towards the Helvetians like locusts. Some hit their shields, while others passed over their heads and hit the soldiers behind them.

After releasing their arrows, they quickly retreated. The two rows behind stepped forward and fired again.

The Cretan archers behind also began to shoot. Their bows pointed at the sky, and arrows flew out one after another, and then fell heavily.

It fell on those Celtics, and soon there were screams from the crowd.

Archers can shoot arrows much faster than crossbowmen. Although their number is smaller than crossbowmen, their firepower density is not much worse than theirs.

A steady stream of arrows fell on the Celtic team, causing great damage to them.

Many Celts had their hands and shields pinned together by arrows, but they charged forward roaring.

The Helvetians were able to fight the Germans without any outcome, and their fighting will was naturally very strong.

Rounds of arrows were fired, but the distance between the two sides was still shortening rapidly, and the centurions finally gave the order to retreat.

The slingers behind also rotated the sling belt for the final round of throwing, throwing stones one by one at the enemy.

One stone after another accurately hit the Helvetian soldiers, and the slingers quickly retreated.

Soon, the officers of both sides issued the order to throw javelins and shot put almost simultaneously. Each javelin and shot put flew into the sky, and then flew towards the opponent's battle formation.

"Turtle Shell Formation! Turtle Shell Formation!!"

A centurion shouted at the top of his lungs.

The Roman soldiers quickly raised their shields and formed tightly-defended tortoise shell formations to protect themselves airtight.

The javelins fell down one by one, and then landed heavily on the shield. Some pierced the shield and caused some damage to the Roman soldiers, but at most they only connected the hand and the shield together.

On the contrary, those Celtics suffered a lot of damage. They did not have a turtle formation, and both the shot put and the javelin caused huge damage to them.

Some were hit by shot put and their brains were split, while others were pierced by javelin.

The Roman army began to charge again. The two armies collided fiercely like two huge torrents, and then began a life-and-death fight.

After fighting for many years, Livi had a very clear understanding of the combat effectiveness of the Roman army.

The Roman army of this era was probably at its peak in Roman history, and cavalry without stirrups could not pose much of a threat to Roman infantry.

On the contrary, Rome had strong productivity and every soldier was equipped with armor. On the contrary, the Celts and Germans lacked armor and sophisticated weapons.

Therefore, with the same number of troops, the combat effectiveness of the Roman army was truly the first in Europe. Even the Germans were not their opponents, and this was proven by a large number of battles.

After the two armies collided together, with their skillful cooperation and sophisticated weapons and armor, they quickly massacred the Celtics.

The weapons of the Helvetians had little effect on them. On the contrary, their weapons made holes in the Celtics. These Helveticians were no match for them.

Soon the Helvetians were defeated steadily by them, but probably their families were behind them.

Today's Helvetians are extremely tenacious, and they still fight to the death even with heavy casualties.

Li Wei rode his horse from behind to observe the situation on the opposite side. It didn't take long for the cavalry to decide the winner.

Livy's cavalry was at an absolute advantage. Their number was more than twice that of the enemy, and they quickly defeated the opposing cavalry.

A smile appeared on Li Wei's face, "Order the cavalry to attack the enemy's rear, and the 9th and 10th legions to attack the enemy's left wing. By the way, add the Guards, it's time to let them meet There’s blood.”

Soon the bugle sounded, and the cavalry immediately went around to the enemy's rear and launched charges against the enemy's rear again and again.

A large number of arrows rained continuously into the army of Helavesia and Kaiguanni, which made them extremely panic.

Two Roman legions and the Guards also marched to the enemy's left wing and launched an attack, so that the enemy's left wing was attacked from three sides at the same time.

The Helvetians there quickly began to collapse, and then the collapse began to spread to the enemy's right flank.

Seeing this, Diviciba Agus was overjoyed.

The battle between the Aedui and the Sequani was originally evenly matched, but it became much better with the addition of cavalry.

"Attack! Attack with all your strength!!"

exclaimed Diviciba Agus.

He put on his own wolf-head helmet and personally joined the attacking team.

Seeing their leader personally participating in the attack, the Aedui people immediately became energized, while the Sequani people on the opposite side were retreating steadily.

It didn't take long for the combined forces of Helvetia and Sequonni to begin to collapse.

A large number of soldiers fled desperately to the river. As long as they jumped into the river, they might be able to escape with their lives.

The Roman army and the Aedui pursued them with all their strength, while the cavalry kept charging back and forth.

Corpses were strewn all along the way, and countless corpses fell from the battlefield to the Ara River.

The Ara River was also filled with corpses, but the Helvetians and Sequonians still rushed into the river desperately and scrambled to swim to the other side.

Seeing this, an Armenian cavalryman came to the river and dismounted his horse.

They took out their war bows, then bent their bows and nocked arrows, and shot arrows at the enemies in the river.

Those arrows drew wonderful arcs and hit the fleeing enemies.

Levi sighed softly, this is war.

After most of a day, Divichiba Agus finally came over.

At this time, he and the war horse beneath him were covered in blood, and several ferocious heads hung on the war horse.

“I played really well today.”

Divichiba Agus laughed.

"We have to work harder and not let others escape."

Levi said.

"You're right."

Divichiba Agus's eyes lit up, "We must cross the river as soon as possible and annihilate all the enemy forces."

"Leave it to us to build bridges. We are good at this."

Levi said.

"Building a bridge across the Ara River is not easy. How long will it take you to build the bridge?"

asked Devichiba Agus.

In his impression, it would take at least ten days to build a pontoon bridge on the Saone River. If there was this time, the enemy would have gone to who knows where.

"You must not doubt the engineering capabilities of the Romans, my friend. I was prepared for this."

Levi said with a smile.

Soon a large number of craftsmen drove carriages to the Ala River. The carriages carried canoes one after another. These canoes were slightly wider boats hewn from a single tree trunk.

After arriving at the river, some craftsmen lifted the boats off the carriage.

Some craftsmen pushed the boat into the water and rowed the boat to the other side of the river with a rope.

They drove wooden stakes on the land across the river and tied ropes tightly to the wooden stakes.

The remaining craftsmen pushed all the boats into the river, then connected the boats together with ropes, and laid wooden planks to form simple pontoons.

The river flow chosen by the Helvetians was extremely gentle, so these pontoon bridges were easily built.

But they continued, jumping into the river, driving stakes and strengthening the pontoon bridges.

They will also build the pontoon bridges wider and larger based on these pontoon bridges to be able to pass more soldiers.

Divichebagus seemed to be extremely shocked by the speed of the Romans in building bridges. He did not expect that the Romans had built more than a dozen pontoon bridges so quickly.

"How's it going? Not bad."

Levi said with a smile.

"It's just shocking."

Divichiba Agus said with admiration.

"We can send someone over now."

Levi said.

Diviciba Agus nodded, and then the army quickly rushed to the other side through these pontoon bridges.

The enemies on the other side of the river had completely lost their fighting spirit. They only knew how to run away and were completely unprepared for the arrival of the army behind them, so they soon suffered a one-sided defeat.

In this battle, the Roman army pursued him for dozens of miles, and did not stop until they reached the border with the Sanctus.

Countless enemies were killed and captured, and the two large clans of Helvetia and Sequonni and a dozen smaller clans were basically declared extinct.

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The sun rises in the east. In a prisoner of war camp, a large number of prisoners of war are squatting on the ground wearing anklets.

Their expressions were sluggish, as if they had no souls. A large number of crusaders in white robes maintained order on the side.

Looking at these prisoners of war, a smile appeared on Rufus's lips. They were really a group of lost lambs, and he needed to lead these lambs to the right path.

He walked to a row of large pots, picked up a spoon, tapped it lightly, and said loudly: "It's time to eat."

Hearing this, the prisoners of war stood up one after another and walked over.

Some of them haven't eaten since noon yesterday and are already very hungry.

"Everyone has a bowl, don't mess around. If anyone dares to break the bowl, I will kill him."

A centurion said loudly, pointing to the pile of bowls on one side.

The prisoners of war picked up the bowls and came over one after another, and then looked at Rufus with a look of pity.

"You have suffered, my dear children."

There was some fanaticism on Rufus's face, "The true God knows your suffering and knows that you are deceived, so he sent the great prophet Levi to save you. Now a choice is before you. If you are willing, you can bathe in Under the glory of the true God. You will become a true human being and not be in the darkness of ignorance.”

"I ask you a question now, are you willing to become believers in the true God? If you are willing, you can step forward and eat as much as you want. Then you will be free and get double your previous property, whether it is houses or fields. , which will all be protected by the Holy Church and the Roman general Livy.”

The prisoners of war looked at each other for a moment. They did not expect that Rufus wanted to preach to them, which made many people at a loss.

And his conditions seem to be very good. Not only can he gain freedom, but he can also obtain double wealth, which makes many people very excited.

It's just that they hesitate to abandon the Druid sect. Their ancestors have been loyal believers of the Druid sect for generations.

Rufus was a little dissatisfied when no one spoke.

"No one? If you refuse, you will all be demoted as slaves and sold around the world. Maybe you will be sold to the mines and worked to death. Maybe you will become gladiators and compete in competitions for the rest of your lives." Fight on the field until one day your comrades cut your throat."

"I don't want these things to happen to you. The true God is merciful and cares about every one of his people. I hope you can make wise choices, as long as you can believe in the true God. Not only you, but also your family You can also gain freedom. And you will be protected by Roman generals and the Holy Church, so why are you hesitating?"

Rufus shouted.

"You want to be sold into slavery? What can you do?"

"I still have parents and brothers, are they all going to be sold into slavery?"

"..."

These prisoners of war were in a commotion. They did not expect that the Romans were so cruel and planned to sell them all as slaves. This was really terrible.

"The prophet has given you three choices, and you have only three endings. One is to die, the other is to become a believer in the true God, and then gain freedom, wealth, and the protection of the holy religion and generals, and the third is to be sold into slavery, but you are still Think about your choice as soon as possible."

Rufus said.

"You can't do this? Romans! They are all followers of the Druid sect. You can't force them to believe in any true god."

At this time, a middle-aged prisoner in his forties said loudly.

"who are you?"

Rufus said angrily.

"I am a priest of the Druid sect. Although I am a prisoner of war, you cannot treat me like this. I believe someone will take me out soon."

said the prisoner.

"Priests of the Druid sect? Turns out they are people who serve false gods."

Rufus sneered.