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Volume 1 [The Birth of a Planet] Chapter 139 The Final Victory

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    In the morning, as soon as the cool morning sun climbed up the hillside, it was blocked by a large haze. Everything on the ground was instantly covered with a thick layer of iron gray, and the distant peaks were blurry and difficult to distinguish.  It blends in with the sky of the same color.  The fog was gradually getting heavier, and in less than a while, the entire valley was painted dark gray. On the grass in the center of the valley, the bright red eagle flag of the Roman Legion was still shining tenaciously.  On the large grassland in the center of the valley, 100,000 soldiers of the Gallic Legion have already lined up.  The neat military formation was divided into four levels. The first level was composed of 3,000 archers, who stood at the forefront of the team in three rows.  The second level is composed of young warriors, with a total of 8 large square formations, each with 5,000 people, totaling 40,000 people.  They are all around eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing light armor and red battle robes, holding short swords in their right hands and shields in their left hands to protect their bodies.  There are also two javelins attached to the shield.  Most people's faces still look childish.  But he has already shouldered the heavy responsibility of fighting for the country.  The third level is composed of four square formations of adult warriors. They are all veterans who have experienced many battles.  The perseverance and vicissitudes on their faces show their glorious record.  Each wing of the legion's formation was protected by 5,000 light cavalry.  The neighing of the war horses echoed throughout the valley.  They seemed to have smelled blood, which made them restless.  Behind the adult soldiers is the fourth level of the formation, the core formation of a military formation composed of 300 elite light cavalry.  The eagle on the general's flag stares ahead.  Under the military flag, Caesar sat on a black horse, looking at the southern legions in the distance.  Opposite Caesar, the same number of southern legion phalanxes were pressing towards this side.  They were also well-organized and well-trained, and the two most powerful legions of the Roman Republic met at this time.  There was a contemptuous smile on the corner of Flavius's mouth.  It seemed that the battle had not even begun, and he had already seen the dawn of victory.  The Southern Army stopped not far in front of the Gallic Army, and suddenly the entire valley was silent.  Several birds flew above, and their chirping was clearly audible. They seemed not to realize that a bloody battle was about to take place below, and they continued to fly around happily.  Suddenly, a burst of shouts broke out from the Southern Legion camp.  At the same time, they waved various weapons in their hands and made various provocative movements towards the Gallic Legion.  This was a necessary morale-boosting performance before the charge, but these did not shake Caesar's soldiers here at all. On the contrary, the soldiers responded to them with silence, a suffocating silence, mixed with insults to their opponents.  Contempt and disdain.  After the shouting there was another moment of silence.  Both sides are gaining momentum.  At this time, Caesar also urged the war horses to enter the large formation in front, and the horses' hooves "tap" on the withered yellow grass.  It's extremely clear in this silence.  The soldiers turned back to look.  Caesar on the horse was in good spirits, with a faint smile on his lips, and the incomparable confidence in his eyes infected every soldier around him.  ¡°General¡­General¡­General¡­General¡± the soldiers affectionately called the nearly 50-year-old leader of the Julius family.  There was an expression of reverence on their faces.  Caesar said loudly on his horse: "It has been seven years, right? I remember it was autumn when we set out, and it has been seven years now." Felavius's loud voice echoed above the military formation.  poured clearly into the ears of every soldier.  As he walked, Feilavis said: "The reason why we were sent to that barren place in Gaul is because of the dirty guys in front of us, the senators, who hide in Rome all day long*  *, hold a grand banquet, eat and wear everything, but it is unfair for us to work for them in Gaul, so we come here, from the warmth of our home to this deserted land.  Destroy them, drive them to death. Seize our belongings. Rescue our people. We are chasing them everywhere. The blood of the dead warriors has not been in vain. We have driven them to a dead end and they have nowhere to escape.  There is only one death waiting for them. We have endured this for seven years, for the final battle!" Caesar reined in the reins and shouted: "Take up your weapons.  The lackeys of the Senate will fight for the last time and kill them all. At that time, we can go home and hug our women to celebrate our great victory! ¡± In an instant, a shocking explosion broke out in the Gallic legion formation!  of shouts.  This kind of shouting was as unstoppable as a flash flood.  Each soldier has a murderous look on his face, and his eyes are filled with anger towards the enemy.  This momentum instantly defeated the courage of the Southern Army.  Their camp began to loosen a little, and they were in disarray.  But they still chose to attack after a short period of consolidation.  Pompeii on the opposite side chose the stupidest attack method. When Caesar saw this, he already knew that he was going to win. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?The regiment's first wave of attacks began. A phalanx of about 30,000 people pressed closely together amidst shouts and pressed toward the front of the Gallic Legion.  The sound of footsteps, the clash of weapons, and the friction of armor all rang together.  While the rebels began to attack, Caesar had returned to the cavalry behind.  He sat on his horse and watched the enemy's progress.  "Archers on standby!" Caesar issued the first order.  The horn sounded, and the archers knew that this was an order to prepare to shoot. Then they immediately took out arrows from their quivers, put them on the bow strings, exerted their strength with both arms, and drew the big bows. The arrows pointed at the enemy's attacking phalanx.  above.  Wait for them to come into range.  The adult warriors have already unsheathed their swords and are holding their shields sideways, ready for action at any time.  The young warrior at the front drew out the javelin on his shield and waited for the enemy's arrival.  The leader of the archer phalanx saw that the enemy had entered the range of the archers.  Then the order was issued: "Fire arrows!" The arrows hit the southern soldiers' heads like raindrops, and screams suddenly broke out. The enemies came one after another, struggling on the ground in pain, and those who were not hit continued to do so.  go ahead.  When the Southern Army marched to a distance of 100 steps from the front of the Gallic Army's formation, they had left a large number of corpses behind them.  They no longer had the courage to charge forward, and everyone was trembling.  After a new round of arrows arrived, they howled and turned around and retreated!  At the same time, another body was dropped.  Caesar has his heart in his stomach, he knows that victory is only a matter of time.  These incompetent southern legions will no longer pose any threat to their own legions.  As the first snowflake fell this year, the order for the entire army to advance was given.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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