Under the dry wind of late summer and the scorching sun of midday, hundreds of thousands of people fought a bloody battle unprecedented at the foot of Tihun Mountain. Caesar's strategy of luring the enemy out and occupying the high ground proved to be completely successful, especially the precious time in the array, the shrewd Caesar calculated very accurately, and the ensuing battle also proved that in the Mediterranean world at that time, as long as the legions of the Roman Republic were given the opportunity to form a frontal battle to meet the enemy, no one was their opponent.

The fifty hundred men of the Tenth Legion lined up in layers of shields, and the soldiers of the Seventh and Eighth Legions on the back halfway up the mountain threw hunting spears that could tear through the entire sky, and countless Helvetians had one or two hunting spears on their chests and abdomen, and their flesh and blood flew sideways, and they fell to the ground in a terrible posture, and some of them were supported by the spears that passed through their bodies, so that it seemed that he was still standing, but in fact his internal organs had burst to death. The Gauls who were lucky enough to raise their shields, many of them were able to block the hunting spears thrown by the Romans, but the shields of the ordinary men of Gaul were too inferior, and they did not even have metal horns and backbones, and they were either forced to abandon them by the hunting spears or were smashed to pieces, but the brave and fierce barbarians still braved the endless layers of death blows, moving forward, and without a shield, they pushed the corpses of their companions, and soon fought with the experienced soldiers of the Tenth Legion with their swords, and there were constantly scarred people trying to withdraw, went to rest in a place where the flames of war did not spread, but they were trampled and crushed to death by the descendants who only knew how to move forward.

The shouts of the soldiers swept up an even bigger tornado. Caesar, who stood under the red cloak, hung his hands motionless, and as far as the eye could see, the mountainside, the foot of the mountain, and the fields were full of brass Gallic helmets of the soldiers of the Republic, and silver-plated helmets of barbarians, and countless flags were shaking, and some of them suddenly fell, submerged and intricate. Caesar understood that he was now a commander. In this moment of fierce battle between the two armies, the so-called art of command or wisdom no longer plays any role - it is the centurion, the ten-commander and the ordinary veterans and recruits who play a decisive role at this time.

So, when the Seventh and Eighth Army Corps kept having hundred-man teams coming down the hill. When the 100-man detachment of the 10th Army Corps, which had been seriously wounded and wounded, retreated to rest. Caesar just stood straight under the red cloak. Keep clenching your fists to cheer everyone up, "Look here, your governor is still here." All the eagle banners are still in our hands, the enemy is almost unable to resist, the mountain is densely covered with their corpses, and all our warriors today are one against a hundred! ”

On the side of Xiaoshu Mountain, the Boi people, the rearguard force left by the Helvetis, set up a huge chariot camp arranged in three circles inside and outside the passage between this mountain and Tijon Mountain, a total of 30,000 chariot camps, and after the completion of the 5,000 Boi warriors, holding sheep skull flags, which is the totem of their tribe (the Boi settled on Lake Leman, not the same Helveti clan, but they were also coerced before), climbed up the slopes of Xiaoshu Mountain, prepared to annihilate the Romans, or prevent them from approaching Caesar's main force on Tijon MountainThe "three-layer defensive line" that Li Bida had placed - scorpion crossbows, cavalry cannons and wild donkey stone throwers fired at the bottom through the trenches and wooden fences without gaps, and the cruelty of the whole scene even Rabinus, who assisted here, was dumbfounded, he could not believe that this was the regular firepower of the Roman legions, which could no longer be called a fight, but simply a bloody massacre of the Boians.

Before Rabinus came to his senses, the seventh charge of the Boi had been completely crushed, and when Libidaeus saw that the opponent's vitality and essence and blood had been lost, he raised his hand, and Sabokemus next to him bowed his head, so he asked Rabinus for instructions: "Can we put all the two thousand-man brigades of the Tenth and Twelfth Legions into the counterattack, only by smashing the opponent's chariot battalion, we can attack the main force of the Helvetians from behind, so that the Tijon Mountain front, the Xiaoshushan front, can form a flanking attack on the enemy, 200,000 Helvetians are rats in a bag. ”

Rabinus rose up, raised his scepter high, and then slashed it down, dozens of trumpeters puffed out their cheeks along the direction of the wind and whistled the signal of attack, and the two elite brigades rushed like a spring, bypassing the trench, along the passage that had been opened in advance, and split into the road down the mountain, "Damn, this is the number one elite of my Twelve Legions?" Look at the momentum and pace of the people of the Tenth Legion, and then look at yours, Milu, you have to take the team well, don't let us lose face. Li Bida held a gold-plated baton and danced on the top of the mountain, especially seeing his own thousand-man brigade on the mountain road, because it failed to maintain the shock formation, and was furious when it was scattered, and felt that the auxiliary corps was a weak chicken, or lacked service experience and hard training, compared with the ten legions, it was not enough to see at all.

"Sabo, don't be stunned, together with Pope, you will move the eight-door cavalry cannon out of the cannon, accompanied by two thousand-strong brigades, and completely trample the enemy to the ground, and today's battle is to destroy the tribe of Boi." Hearing the commander's order, Sabo groaned, grabbed the bumpy and shaking helmet with one hand (his face was too thin), and protected the confidential document case he was carrying with the other, and ran towards the cavalry artillery position.

This is his second "Lipida Cavalry Cannon. Change. "It's time.

Although the Boi died heavily, their chieftain was very clever, and did not let the men and horses rout and retreat back to the chariot camp, but left a small number of elite soldiers and horses to resist the pursuit in the gorge between the mountains, and he rode his own horse, holding the sheep's skull banner to collect the defeated soldiers, and went up the nameless hillside opposite, and at once he was the main guest, occupying the advantageous position, and throwing hunting spears at the two Roman thousand-man teams congested in the chariot, and many Boi women and children in the chariot camp also climbed into the tall chariots, erected rod throwers, and coiled the bowstrings of light crossbows. The crossfire was like rain, and many veterans of the thousand-man squad were knocked to the ground at once, and the screams came one after another.

However, the thousand-man brigade was considered a first-class elite after all, and they quickly dispersed in formation, held their shields above their heads, and stood still in place to defend, and the battle has since reached a stalemate.

Pop and Sabo, and the eight cavalry cannons braved the bows and stones of the Boi to rush down, and two of the cavalry cannons and the traction wagon were a little slower, and were immediately beaten so that the wheels flew out and overturned to one side, and they were killed and wounded. At the critical moment, Sabo jumped down from the galloping carriage at once, ran sideways with a shield, and protected the side of the cavalry cannon. (To be continued......)