Augustus Road

"I request to personally accompany the 27th Legion and lead the team to survey the terrain." This was proposed by the newly surrendered former Lusitania treasurer Gallius. Lepidus looked at him and nodded in agreement without saying anything. "Combanno will immediately allocate 50 cavalrymen and the same number of light-armored leather shield soldiers to you."

In the misty wind, several soldiers covered with dark cloaks quietly climbed the bushes and climbed up an unnamed hill outside the city of Colliberia under the guidance of a guide. The leader was indeed Gallius. In the dim light, he tried to distinguish the general appearance of the small town below.

Sabo, who was standing next to him, was observing at the same time. This was indeed a small castle with few residents, but it had ships, walls and towers for protection, and more importantly, it controlled a bridge leading to the other side. The bridge was made of stone, and the turbulent river passed under it. Because cavalry and carriages could pass on it, Sabo determined that this was the way Afranius had to take. Only by following this bridge could tens of thousands of Pompeii's elite cross the Ebolo River and then follow the road here to Tarraco.

"If this bridge is taken away, Afranius and his men will have to continue along the rugged mountain road on the other side of the river, and walk another thirty to fifty Roman miles before they can cross at the next market town or Asase." Gallius murmured, and Sabo subconsciously followed his words and looked at the other side of the river, but except for the yellow river water and the gray mountains, all the scenery was shrouded in mist and could not be distinguished. "Can we execute the attack?" Sabo couldn't help asking.

Galius looked back at him with a hint of surprise, "Of course, of course, the commander of the legion is that bandit, there is no need to ask for my opinion."

At this moment. The branches and leaves around swayed rapidly, making a strong crackling sound, and the heavy rain at the turn of summer and autumn poured down on us. "We must seize the opportunity of the river flooding. The Pompey army will not reach Colliberia so quickly in the mud and pursuit over there!" Sabo held the letter board and slid down the hillside.

"I will take the flag and my elite guards and climb the intersecting hillside in the south of the city. Then along the left and right sides, here and here." Under the felt cloth with heavy rain, Lepidus gestured with his hands on a simple sand table and arranged the relevant troops. "Open up the way for the march, place three battalions on each side, rush down quickly, and surround Colliberia on three sides. And according to Gallius's survey, the walls of Colliberia are not regular. There is a blind spot where the tower and the wall are bent, and below is an uncut long grass swamp." Then, the acting commander-in-chief pointed to Combano. He shouted, "You, personally lead the chief battalion of your legion. Go and lurk wherever they are, half of them holding weapons and half of them carrying siege equipment. While they are busy with their own affairs, decisively climb up, occupy a corner, and then break in." "Chief battalion? Siege equipment?" Kombanuo muttered, and he kept touching the black eye mask with his hands, "No one in the 27th Legion has received such combat experience."

Li Bi Da lost his temper immediately, and then got angry again. Your 27th Legion has followed me for such a long distance, but you didn't select the chief centurion and the first battalion properly. You didn't make emergency preparations for the siege. What on earth do you do all day?

"Well, riding on a horse. And then... that's about it." Kombanuo actually thought seriously and answered.

At this moment, it was still Gallius who took the initiative to raise his hand and said that the 27th Legion was not a complete mob. Many of the 4,000 selected soldiers who were added later were those I led before, so I think it is still my responsibility to maintain the honor of this legion - I am willing to immediately select a suitable number of soldiers to carry out this combat mission according to your instructions.

That's all I can do!

From midnight to early morning, the rain became heavier and heavier. When the Pompeian officers and soldiers who arrived in the city could use the weak light of the next day to see the golden colt flag slowly rising behind the hillside in the direction of the south gate of the city, they could only rub their eyes for a while, and then the officer guarding the city hurriedly asked the token officer to rush to the five legions that were being bitten by Caesar dozens of miles away from Rome, "The enemy in Lusitania is coming too fast, we continue to reinforce, otherwise this stone bridge on the Ebro River will be lost!"

The noise of fighting and the sound of military trumpets rang out. Libida stood solemnly under the flag. His subordinates, the Medeter Guards and their elite soldiers, were full of momentum. They shot arrows like a storm against the scouts from the city. Behind the hillside, where the enemy could not see them, the three battalions of infantry from the 27th Legion were all hidden on both sides of the hillside. Many of them were wearing light leather armor for horse bandits and leather shield soldiers, with long leggings tied underneath, so that they could walk on flat ground in complex terrain.

After receiving further signals, the people on both sides rushed down the hillside quickly, sandwiching the city of Corriberia from both sides. The guards on the city also used crossbows and slings to fight back under the urging and scolding of the officers. "Don't be afraid of these people. They don't have any heavy equipment and can't do anything to us. Hold your post. The tens of thousands of troops of Generals Afranius and Peletaus will come to rescue you soon!"

At this moment, Galius, who took the initiative to volunteer, led 700 leather shield soldiers, and they all lowered their bodies and advanced along the long grass in the direction of the "blind spot" surveyed yesterday. It didn't take long for the rain to fall heavily again. When they got up, the Spanish natives who were not used to carrying wood equipment were particularly tired in this situation, especially when they were about to cross the swamp approaching the city wall, but found that after the rain last night, the area had turned into a Zeguo is as deep as his chest.

"It's too late. When we board the city soon, we may not be able to use the equipment or use it because we have to get through here first." Galius said urgently to the centurion beside him, "We will bring the equipment in advance. The sail ropes were taken out, and the wood and planks were trapped together. As for the stone used to hold down the 'harp', it was tied to one side of the sail ropes and used as an anchor. "

When the barbarian soldiers heard that they no longer had to carry these things, they cheered. According to the centurion's request, they strung up all the planks with ropes and laid them on the water-filled and muddy swamp, and then sunk them with stones. After the bottom bolt was secure, he held up the leather shield, carried the dagger and javelin on his back, shouted and stepped on the plank, and rushed to the bottom of the city. Then he dragged the plank up with a rope, turned it over, and put it on the city wall. "Don't hesitate, just step on it." Hold on to this thing and climb up!" Under Galius's instructions, many soldiers followed this thing in person, picking at the gaps and protrusions in the wall like apes, and quickly headed towards the city battlements. superior. )