"Attention! Note! They're coming up! They're coming up! "The Roman soldiers regrouped at the shouts of the officers, and they formed a simple shield wall on the river beach that had been trampled into a road.

Behind the shield walls were even more varied, ranging from iron swords to rusty axes, to rudimentary spears and even pitchforks for grass. Anyway, they brought all the weapons that could be used, and everyone gritted their teeth and watched the barbarians in front of them get closer and closer.

The barbarian army jumped on the ice, and the thick ice was enough to support the charge of so many of them, because the Roman archers had run out of arrows, and they had to join the shield wall of resistance, although not only the archers, but also the infantry of the patrol army were crumbling.

The barbarians rushed to the middle of the river's ice, and like a churning black torrent, they came towards the Roman army.

As it stands, the total number of garrisoned Romans is no more than three hundred, while the barbarians are thousands. They roared, the whole ice trembled, and of course, no one cared that the ice beneath their feet had cracked.

The Roman soldiers were shivering, not knowing if it was because of the cold or something else, but they could tell they were short of breath. Fear was imprinted on everyone's faces, and they saw that the oncoming and menacing barbarian army had already been routed, and they had no thought of resisting!

"Steady! Steady! The officer still did not give up, here he knew that he could not panic, no matter how scared and frightened he was, he could not show it to the soldiers around him.

"I still have a wife, I still have children, God, I don't want to die!" But he could no longer control the fear of the soldiers, and could not force them, after all, they were only militia soldiers living here, far from the regular army.

Hearing this, the rate of breathing of more soldiers began to change significantly, and the soldiers began to panic, and they could not even stand. Seeing the barbarian army getting closer and closer, the chaotic footsteps of the barbarians shook the eardrum and even the heart of each of them, and the kind of oppression given was self-evident.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! ”

Finally, one couldn't help but collapse, he screamed loudly, like a frightened child, he screamed and dropped the weapon in his hand, and the soldiers next to him tried to hold him but failed, only to see him scream and run away.

"I don't want to die either!"

"God, have mercy on me, I don't want to die!"

With the first deserter, the other soldiers will flee one after another.

"Don't run away! Steady! Steady! ”

Even if the officer shouted out his throat, it would not help, and just as the barbarians were getting closer and closer, in an instant, the Romans scattered in a hurry, and in such a situation, even the bravest people would begin to plan for staying or so.

This officer was also an ordinary person, and he couldn't bear such a double blow, and in the end, he also carried his shield and iron sword to try to catch up with the soldiers who fled with him.

"Haha, the Romans fled!"

"Hah, damn coward!"

The barbarians shouted and cheered as they watched the scattered Roman border guards stand by the river and raise their weapons above their heads in celebration of their hard-won victory.

On the other side of the Rhine, the others cheered at the victory, which meant that they were about to usher in a new life, and the elders of the tribe had already beckoned the girls to pack their bags and get ready to go.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

The Romans, who kept fleeing, stopped less than fifty meters away, and all of them stopped, as if something terrible had happened.

"Why, could it be that these timid Romans decided to renew their pursuit of honor?"

The barbarians at the front stopped cheering and regrouped at the beckoning of their leader, ready to see what the Romans wanted to do!

"Hah! Let them see how good we are! These emaciated Romans! The warriors of the Germanic tribes raised their axes and roared loudly, just as they watched the Romans turn back.

The blood all around them had formed scabs, and their eyes widened with greater fear in their eyes.

"Click..."

Behind the Romans, dozens of huge stones flew into the sky, and all the barbarians raised their heads to see the stones pass overhead. Surprisingly, the target of this stone is not them, but the ice behind them!

"Empty empty empty ......"

The stones hit the ground, and the crumbling ice was smashed out of one hole after another, and soon the whole ice was beaten and crumbled, becoming pieces of broken ice.

The carriage and horses that had just stepped on the road collapsed in an instant because the broken ice could not support it, and countless women and children fell into the cold water with the carriage.

The road was shattered, and the barbarian leaders looked at the flowing water and their bewildered families on the other side, trying to save the drowning man, but the broken ice sank as soon as he stepped on it. They had no choice but to watch the women and children struggling in the water, and they could only kneel down and pray that Valhalla would save them.

Seeing the women and children he had worked so hard to protect and unable to do anything about himself, the angry barbarian leader clenched his fists and raised his head to the sky and roared, probably regretting that he never thought that the Romans in front of him would have such a method.

"Kill them! Kill them! ”

The barbarian leader led the warriors behind him with a loud roar, raising their axes and slapping their shields in their left hands.

"Woo-woo-"

The horn sounded, like an invisible wave of qi, sweeping across them, instantly overshadowing their roars.

The barbarians' roar ceased, and they saw the Roman army emerging from the woods behind the Romans, and they were pressed in a row of hundreds, toward the torn lines of the Rhine.

"Stepping on ......"

There were too many Romans, and they stepped forward unhurriedly and instantly surrounded the barbarians in front of them.

At this time, the group of border guards in front of them hurriedly retreated to the side, revealing a large group of cavalry, numbering hundreds or nearly a thousand, they were slowly moving forward under the leadership of a Roman who was dressed in gorgeous armor but covered with a thick robe.

Such a momentum was so overwhelming that these barbarians, who thought they were not afraid of heaven and earth, suddenly lost their voices, and finally it was their turn to tremble.

The Roman man at the head came unhurriedly to a distance of less than fifty meters in front of them, and he looked so natural, looking down condescendingly at the barbarian leader in front of him, with an unquestionable majesty in his eyes.

Where does this momentum come from? Whether it is personal prestige or the powerful soldiers behind him, this barbarian leader can't tell. He just felt a huge pressure, he could only grit his teeth and struggle to hold on, subconsciously telling himself that he couldn't just give up.

"Is it a battle, or is it a surrender?" The guard beside the Roman officer looked at him coldly, and the words coming out of his slightly open mouth were like the cold falling from the sky overhead, and he couldn't help but shiver.

For the barbarians who crossed the border without permission, it was an impossible battle to win.