Ancient Rome: Beginning With The Legionnaire

Chapter 54

The next day, Brian led the Horde army to confront Sortos again.

"Storm Blade! Briant! We meet again!"

Soltos looked at Brian with a smile, and didn't feel any change because the titled warrior was killed yesterday.

"Yeah! I have a question?"

"Say!"

Soltos looked at Brian's delicate face.

"I've never heard that there is a warrior named Stormblade in a nearby tribe. I don't know where you come from?"

Of course, there is no such titled warrior as Stormblade.

Everything is used by Antabella to fool everyone.

It's just that Brian really has the strength to match the Warriors.

Originally, Brian didn't intend to pay attention to the other party, but a group of tribal warriors behind Brian looked at Brian, and they were also very interested in Brian's origin.

"I am a warrior from northern Gaul!"

Brian had always had a talent for lying.

"It turned out to be a warrior from the northern Gaul region!"

"Well, you are loyal to me! I can give you half of Tarago Tribalo!"

heard! Brian couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Really tmd generous!

He actually wanted to give him half of the Tarago Tribe.

"Sorry, I actually have my eye on your tribe! Charge!"

Brian drew out the long sword at his waist and pointed.

Sure enough, the inspirational effect of titled warriors is very powerful.

After yesterday's battle, the tribe's soldiers saw how powerful Brian was.

Inspired by the titled warriors, charge bravely.

One by one, they raised their sharp axes and long swords and charged forward.

All of a sudden!

The two waves of barbarian tribal soldiers fought together, with a total of 30,000 to 40,000 people.

Even if they were killed, they would not have thought that the commander of one of them was actually a Roman.

This time Brian didn't lead the way.

He has boosted the morale of the soldiers, and now he wants to be a qualified general, that is, to command thousands of troops from the rear.

The fighting lasted from morning to noon before it gradually subsided.

Soltos led nearly 20,000 tribal warriors, compared with 15,000 on Brian's side.

In terms of the quality of equipment personnel, Soltos has a huge advantage.

But the two sides are still fighting inextricably.

After the two sides left nearly 10,000 corpses, they automatically stopped fighting.

"We will lose this war if we fight any longer!"

Antabella stood quietly behind Brian.

In the war just now, the Tarago tribe lost nearly 5,000 people.

The number of Soltos on the opposite side is almost the same.

Brian couldn't help admiring the gallantry of the Gauls.

Under normal circumstances, the casualties exceed 30%, and this army is basically on the verge of collapse.

Just now, the two sides lost 1/4 and 1/3 of their troops.

If it weren't for the tacit understanding of the commanders on both sides to stop the fighting, I'm afraid the two gangs of Gauls would fight until the last soldier.

"This battle is won by us!"

Brian stood up and said to Antabela, ready to order the tribal warriors to continue charging.

"Brian you are crazy!"

Antabella's first thought was that Brian was crazy.

Now the soldiers are exhausted, even if they have the will to fight, it will be difficult to continue the attack.

Brian looked up at the sun in the sky.

"It's almost time for them to do something!"

what! ?

Antabella subconsciously thought that Brian had also arranged an ambush.

But the 15,000 people they brought out today are already all the troops they can mobilize.

"Have you united with other tribes?"

After much deliberation, only this explanation is the most reasonable.

"Miss Antabella! Don't forget that I am not just a titled warrior, I am still the head of the Roman Legion!"

Brian, lowered his voice and whispered.

"You actually mobilized your legion to come here?"

Antabella looked at Brian in disbelief, because this is already the hinterland of northern Iberia.

It was more than 50 miles away from Brian's regiment.

"Don't underestimate the Roman Legion!"

Brian waved his index finger out and said.

As far as the physical fitness of individual soldiers is concerned, the height of the Romans is shorter than that of the Gauls, relying on superior systems and high-intensity training.

Roman legions could crush any Gallic tribe of equal size.

"You asked your people to attack the other party's camp?"

"No! I just let them go up and dig a small hole!"

Almost instantly.

Antabella understood what Brian meant by a slit.

The camp where Soltos was located was in a low-lying area.

Two miles above his camp there was a very large lake.

"Those bastards should make a move soon!"

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"Hurry up! The time agreed with Master Brian is almost here! Hurry up, you bastards!"

Polo kept urging the soldiers under him.

Rex I'm looking up at the sky, it's noon.