Augustus Road

The sound of horns and whistles suddenly sounded. At the slopes at the exit of the Labinus camp on the side of the 15th Legion, a large number of soldiers holding Spanish leather shields appeared, as well as various barbarian-like flags - bulls, swallows, Pegasus, wheels, etc., and began to form a wide horizontal team along the gentle slope composed of gravel, running towards the 15th Legion. △￠,

"I can't confirm how many battalions the enemy has, General. The dust is too heavy, and their team logo is different from that of the Roman Legion, so it is impossible to recognize it." Several scouts standing next to General Selha said hurriedly with their necks stretched out. At this time, whether from the enemy camp on the opposite side or the camp of the Serapis Legion itself, there were messy drums, fork bells and trumpets, which made Selha upset. "Don't worry about it, all soldiers, follow the original battle plan!"

Amid the sound of the "beep beep beep" trumpet, the double-column column of the 15th Legion instantly headed north. , one turned south and stood still, forming a double-sided horizontal battle line. In the middle, all the pack horses and camels lay down skillfully under the shouting of the military slaves. "Archers, excellent archers from Nubia and Medjez, your arrows can shoot through the sun and the moon, and can hit the wings of flies on the Nile River. What is there to be afraid of? Is this desert any different from where we grew up?" In the rolling dust, many black-skinned centurions with bone whistles hanging around their necks loudly encouraged the archers of the legion in the local dialect, asking them to rush to the front of their own formation as soon as possible.

The flags of the golden flies were erected one by one, and the archers on the other side facing the enemy camp quickly formed a "** one" formation. After setting up the bowstrings. They all stepped forward. Facing the surging Spanish allied legion of Labinus, all the arrows were tilted out in a flash.

Arrows fell obliquely and hit the shields of Spanish soldiers, making a hail-like sound. Many people covered their bloody necks and heels, knelt and finally fell to the ground. But the follow-up troops were still brave, passing over the bodies of the injured or dead companions in front, and played the advantage of light equipment. Under the cover of the companion cavalry on the flank, they took advantage of the short time when the 15th Legion re-drawn their bows and arrows and ran to charge.

At this time, on the front line south of the 15th Legion, Tagus led the chief battalion of the Mountain Falcon Legion and passed through the friendly army without any care. The other battalions also held flags and did the same. "Don't stop, our goal is to go to Vaga City, leave this here to those black guys." Commander Kalenus and all the centurions sweated profusely. Holding shields and fighting swords, they ran on foot. The slaves of the 15th Legion ran out of the queue holding pointed water jars and stuck them all in the sand to fix them. Every soldier of the 12th Legion would scoop up the water with a long spoon and add it to his newly-produced leather bag when passing by.

When the columns of the 12th Legion all crossed the positions of the 15th Legion and approached the city of Vaga, nearly a day had passed. Selha's lightly armed archers and infantry alternated and cooperated with each other, and successively repelled several short charges of the Spanish "barbarian army". In front of the battle, within the range of arrows, the bodies of enemy soldiers and horses, mixed with reeds and feathers on the tails of arrows, were like a river of flesh and blood in the desert.

At the same time, Paluma's cavalry also arrived at a tributary of the river bend where the mud was churning and the riverbed was exposed. There were neat infantry footprints in front, which were about to be covered by the increasing dust, indicating that the two legions in front had just waded through.

The men and horses were covered in layers of sweat. The front was too late to wipe, leaving white salt stains. "The area where the battle is to begin is still one and a half Roman miles away. We will keep watch here and rest." Little Pigeon Paluma seemed to be indifferent to the fierce battle of the 15th Legion in front. Soon, the German Weaver cavalry, who were originally the rear guard, ran to the front of the team, scattered in twos and threes, and acted as scouts. The rest of the cavalry all dismounted, squatted in the shadow of their mounts and camels, and began to drink water and eat.

The front line of the 12th Legion advanced quickly. When it was less than three miles away from the city of Vaga, Tagus, who was in the lead, ordered the flag bearer to raise the mountain falcon flag. The soldiers in front and behind stopped one after another, took up their weapons very skillfully, and formed a battle formation according to the subordinates of the ten battalions.

Between their place and the city of Vaga, there were rare valleys, forests, and steep streams and rocks. This was the most pleasant sight they saw after crossing nearly ten Roman miles and seeing the vast yellow sand. But one of Labinus's legions also followed these terrains and spread throughout the area. This was the most fundamental reason why Labinus asked everyone to stop.

"If we want to rescue the city of Vaga, we have to break through the interception of this group of people?" Kalenus, who was behind, also rushed over. Then he waved his hand and said to the herald, "Go and ask the 15th Legion over there if they have repelled the enemy? If not, then the Balantia Falcon Flag will enter the city first!"

Then, without delay, Kalenus ordered all the legions to line up in three wings, left, middle and right. They squatted down to eat and drink water, and after recovering their strength a little, they pressed towards the Labinus Legion in the valley. Kalenus personally led a wing of cavalry to the back. He said to the chief centurion Tagus, "Leave it to me this time. You have another task." As he said that, he pointed to a large area of ​​shrubs under the hillside on the left wing. Tagus understood, "Leave it to me."

In the formation of the 12th Legion, Tagus led the chief brigade behind all the brigades, lining up in a dispersed formation, looking like a reserve, with 600 cavalrymen assigned to the legion mixed in between. As a result, after a bugle call, they suddenly raised the team flag and accelerated in a short period of time along the left wing. The infantry and cavalry shouted and swept through the bushes on the other side.

As expected, there were hundreds of Mauritanian light cavalry hidden in it. They were originally in the role of ambushes, but now they were attacked by Tagus. Many people were pierced by flying javelins before they could stand up, or their heads and shoulders were cut off by the long swords of the 12th Legion cavalry. Their mounts were defeated and terrified, and they ran out of the bushes with a neigh. Before the ambush soldiers understood what was going on, they all fell to the ambush in less than a quarter of a day, and their blood and body parts rolled under the horses' hooves.

Then, the chief battalion of the 12th Legion stepped across this bloody land and climbed up the high ground on the side in a very imposing manner. At the beginning of the Gallic War, they were not comparable to Caesar's 10th Legion in terms of combat, and were teased by the commander Lepidus for this. But now this group of warriors have been tempered and become the first-class main force. (To be continued...)

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