Unlimited Military Base

Between the mountains and the mountains, what is hidden is that the Romans probably will never want to know.

A team of Roman soldiers lined up with neat teams, and they were completely unprepared to be attacked in any way.

In their view, the barbarian has been defeated, and the barbarian can’t do anything but escape. What they don’t know is that at this time on the mountains on both sides of them, countless pairs of cold eyes are watching them.

This is a good show by Wang Weizhen. He personally led the warriors of the three tribes, using the “failure” way to lure the Romans into their traps step by step, while the other tribes were quietly hidden here, waiting for the Romans to vote for themselves. .

This is just the most common of the countless schemes, especially for Wang Weizhen. But such a simple strategy will undoubtedly play a decisive role in such an era.

In the case of weak and strong, you can call a few of them in Wang Weizhen’s memory anytime and anywhere. What he has to do is to do the painting of the gourd.

When his tribe successfully completed the task of enemies, Vandal, Teutonic, Frankish, Teutonic, and Simbri. . . . . . All the Germanic Union tribes have completed their preparations.

When they saw the presence of their consuls, the leaders of these tribes greeted them, and from their respectful eyes they could see their love for the consul, Ernst.

Yes, the process is exactly the same as that of the Archon, and the Romans have entered a huge trap.

“The dear Archon, all of them are ready.” The leader of the Vandals, Pirot, respectfully said.

Wang Weizhen nodded. “So let us give the Romans a lesson that eternal life can never be forgotten!”

The mood of the Germanic people was mobilized. . . . . .

Already able to see the Romans’ square. . . . . . Wang Weizhen looked coldly and then raised his hand. . . . . .

Now, the Roman legion has completely entered the ambush circle. . . . . .

At the moment when Wang Weizhen’s hand fell, countless stones smashed wildly, and countless fire arrows and arrows fell down. The fires that had been stacked in the valley were ignited.

The catastrophic scene of the 15th Army of Rome took place here. . . . . .

The fire was wrapped in the valley in an instant, just as the day when their bridge was burned was exactly the same.

The entire fifteen legion was completely confused. . . . . . In the raging fire, they made a tragic mourning, they desperately want to avoid it, but the fire did not want to let them go.

The soldiers in front pushed the soldiers behind, and the soldiers behind them slammed into the soldiers in front, and the scene completely lost control.

The fire is also burning more and more at this time. . . . . .

This is catastrophic, which is devastating. No one can escape the punishment that the demon messenger brought to them, and no one can avoid such destruction.

The front is the fire, the back is the fire, and there are big fires everywhere.

The burning soldier on his body made a heartbreaking cry in his mouth, waving his hands and constantly seeking the help of his companions. But who can help them? The soldiers who have not been ignited by the fire for a while, looked at the tragic look of the fire man in horror, and panicked to avoid, lest they fall to the same end as their companions.

But this big fire, where is the place where they protested to avoid?

Sennady has completely collapsed. . . . . .

In any case, he couldn’t think of such a thing. In any case, he couldn’t think of a barbaric person who could come up with such a plan.

They have already dug a big trap, and they have jumped into such a trap without notice.

In the face of those screaming soldiers, he has no way at all. Even he will soon be wrapped up in a fire.

The only thing that is fortunate now is that Sentul Maruss did not enter the encirclement. At the time of departure, Sentumurus’s body was not very comfortable, so he fell behind the team, which also made him escape. After a catastrophe.

If you really let Sentuma Marus suffer such an encounter, then you will never be able to redeem such a sin. . . . . .

Even if it is such a terrible situation now, Sentuma Marus still did not give up, he did everything he could to command the troops to carry out a desperate resistance in the small space and the fire in the sky. And trying to find opportunities to escape.

But unfortunately, the enemy they face is not the barbarians, but the most terrible thing in nature:

Big fire!

Human strength cannot be countered. . . . . .

Soldiers in pieces were drowned in the sea of ​​fire, and groups of soldiers were burned to death here. When I looked at the tragedy of this scene, tears flowed out of Sennady’s eyes.

He was saddened by the fifteenth legion, and he felt sad more. He never thought that he would fall to such a situation one day.

Now, everything is irreparable. . . . . .

He looked at the surrounding mountains. He could feel that his enemies, the demon messengers from hell, were also watching themselves. Perhaps the eyes of the enemy were full of sarcasm and joy of victory. Of course, there may be Some pity.

It’s really ironic, the enemy actually sympathizes.

Sennadi didn’t think about it! There was a mistake. Wang Weizhen at this time was indeed watching the happenings with the eyes of the winner, and his seriousness was indeed filled with sympathy.

After all, the life of a strip disappeared in front of his own eyes. . . . . .

He whispered to Richtofen: “There is a very tricky person in the East, called Zhuge Liang. He surrounded a myriad of enemies with a big fire and told his men that God would let me do what I did. I have lived for a few years…”

Richtofen looked at him: “Do you think you will live less for a few years because of this?”

“No, I never thought so.” Wang Weizhen smiled. “I will be proud of what I have done. I have killed countless people, but I have never been smashed. Do you know why?”

Richtofen shook his head. He listened to Wang Weizhen and told himself: “Because everything I do is what I think I should do. I don’t care what others think of me, nor do I care about the curse of others. I only Do what you think is right.”

“This is also the right thing…..” Richtofen looks at the burning battlefield

Sigh a sigh: “You have won the greatest victory with the least price. You have maintained the greatest strength for the Germans. If the confrontation is positive, we will still win, but it will pay a big price. And what you are doing now is the same as what you have said countless times…”

Get the biggest victory with the least cost. . . . . . This is what Wang Weizhen has said.

Now, he is just repeating such a thing. . . . . .

The battlefield was completely wrapped in fire. . . . . . A burst of smelly smell filled the entire valley, and even the Germans felt extremely alarming. . . . . .

They looked at the consul, Ernst, with awe. They couldn’t imagine why the consul would think of this. It is the greatest honor of the Germans to be able to fight under the leadership of the consul.

Assuming that the consul is an enemy, it is simply unimaginable.

Fortunately, such a thing did not happen. . . . . .

The fortunes of the Germans were the sorrow of the Romans.

The battlefield that lost control completely collapsed. A large number of Romans died in the fire, and the rest of them, the shadow of death is also covering them.

Sennady has been unable to return to heaven. His guards are still loyal to protect the safety of the chief centurion, and do their best to find a way to life.

They shouted to summon hundreds of soldiers who had not been burned by the fire for a while, and then tried to open a passage.

This is an extremely hard work. They must face the postgraduate examination of the fire and the stones that are constantly falling on the mountains.

They made shocks again and again, fighting the flames and boulders again and again. . . . . . More and more Roman soldiers have joined this rank, and the desire to survive when people are in desperate circumstances is unimaginable.

Under their constant efforts, the road was actually opened by them when they suffered huge casualties.

They don’t care how many people died. The lucky Roman soldiers rushed out. . . . . .

Wang Weizhen witnessed it all on the top of the mountain. He just smiled faintly. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t kill all the enemies. However, the main force of the 15th Army of Rome has been buried here.

The 15th Army has not been able to pose any threat to the Germans from now on. . . . . .

This fire was the “anger of Hephaestus” by the Romans.

In Greek mythology, Hephaestus is the god of the blacksmith who is extremely superb in Vulcan and craftsmanship. One of the twelve gods of Olympus, the king of the gods Zeus and the son of Hera, the son of the gods, Aphrodite Di’s husband.

The Romans attempted to find an excuse for this fiasco, and the root cause of the failure did not provoke the anger of the Roman citizens, so they told all Roman citizens that when the Fifteenth Army marched, their chief centurion Senna was on fire. God Hephaestus issued a language of arrogance and rudeness, which completely angered Vulcan, which brought the disaster to the fifteenth legion and caused the Roman legion to suffer heavy losses.

The Germans called this victory “Rocky’s revenge.”

Rocky is the Vulcan in the mythology of the Germans, and also the nickname of Richtofen. Some Germans even believe that the Vulcan messenger Richtofen summoned the help of the god of fire, Loki, and ruined the fifteenth legion of Rome.

In the future, this myth is spread more and more widely, and Richtofen is called the main character in this war, which makes people laugh and cry.

Probably choose what kind of mask to wear will always take some cheaper. . . . . .

Whether it is “the anger of Hephaestus” or “Rocky’s revenge”, the nightmare experience of the Roman 15th Army will not be forgotten by those survivors.

They said that this battlefield became “the battlefield of fire and death”. Here, 3900 Roman soldiers died, 1000 was injured, and only 1000 people escaped. The entire fifteen legion was completely finished.

Most of them have not even seen the shadow of the enemy.

Is there anything more sad than this?

The auxiliary army led by Mortu Marus must be glad that he did not follow the steps of the 15th Army. Otherwise, they said that they encountered such a nightmare.

Sentuma Marus stared at the smoke rising in front of him, and he never dreamed that his ambition would be destroyed here.

When he saw the Senna, who appeared in front of himself, he forgot what to blame.

What is the whole army? What have you become now? Those who escaped, some have been burned, some are embarrassed, even Sennadi.

“The ruling officer, we played, we are finished…” Senna screamed, and this veteran battlefield cried for the first time so madly: “6000 warriors · full 6000 name Warrior, there are so many left now.

Sentuma Marus smiled a bit, who can expect such a thing to happen?

“I…you…..” Sentrum Marus didn’t know what he should say.

However, the Roman nightmare is far from over, and countless barbarians have been killed from all directions.

The shouting voice, the cry of incomparable fear, made the soldiers of the auxiliary army face each other.

A big fire not only burned a Roman legion, but also completely destroyed the fighting desire of the auxiliary legion.

They don’t want to fight at all.

The barbarians have surrounded them, and when the voice of anger resounds here, the mission of Sentul Marus will end here.

The barbarian rushed up and the barbarian slaughtered the Romans who lost the last bit of fighting. . . . . .

Sennadi provoked the last courage to command the soldiers to fight to the end, but at this time, his prestige has disappeared because of a fire. No one will listen to his orders again.

Now, whether it is for the survivors of the fire or for the soldiers of the auxiliary army, the most important thing is to protect their lives.

Some of them fled, and some simply put down their weapons and chose to surrender.

The only one who refused to give up was probably Sennadi. Even in such a desperate situation, he still leads a small number of soldiers who are willing to continue fighting, and are protected by Sentu Marus.

For him, this is his duty. . . . . .

More and more people have been defeated, and more and more people have surrendered. The number of people who are willing to follow Senna’s first battle has become less and less.

He saw a barbarian rushing to himself, and a barbarian was dancing with a huge axe.

Sennady yelled and greeted him. But under the attack of the barbarians, Senna was not an opponent at all.

A few Romans who wanted to help, also died under the attack of the barbarians. Now, only the battle between the giant abbot and the Senna is left.

Sentuma Marus looked at it all, and didn’t know what he should do now. . . . . .

After axe and another axe cut, Sennadi was stunned by the opponent’s fierce attack. His age has been beaten, and his anger has been burned down in the fire. When the barbarian’s last axe fell, he had no way to escape.

So, he watched the giant axe fall on his body.

In the blood of a piece, Sentuma Marus fell from the horse to the ground immediately, his fighting spirit was lost, and he did not even have the courage to escape.

Lying on the ground, it was the body of Sennady. Hesse’s warrior Charlemagne finally stopped the swing of the giant axe, and his face showed the smile of the winner.

Then, his gaze fell to the horrified Mortu Marus on the ground, and he walked away with a smile.

In front of this barbarian, the Roman soldiers did not have the courage to continue to resist. They screamed and threw away their weapons and fled.

Charlemagne came to the face of Mortu Marus, smiled, and then lifted his own axe

“Wait, don’t kill!” At this time, a voice stopped Charlemagne in time.

When Charlemagne looked at the place where the voice came, his face immediately showed a very respectful look: “Respected Archon, listen to your instructions.”

It was a man wearing a Skulls mask, the most respected person in the Germanic league: Ernst. Breem!

Wang Weizhen came to Sentuma Marus: “I am Ernst, the governor of the Germanic Union. What about you? Sentrum Marus, the commander of the 15th Army?”

Sentuma Marus barely climbed up from the ground. He wanted to maintain the majesty of a Roman commander in front of the barbarian leader, but he could not do it at all: “Yes, I am Sentumarus.” The answer was weak, and he didn’t even dare to look at the Skulls mask of the barbaric leader.

“Do you know why I didn’t kill you?” Wang Weizhen’s gaze gazed at him.

Sentuma Marus shook his head.

“Because you have no threat to us, if Caesar falls into my hands, I will definitely kill him without hesitation, but you don’t need it.” Wang Weizhen’s words with some smiles: “You can’t do it to us.” The only value that is caused by even a little bit of destructive power is that we can ask the Romans for a large ransom through you.”

Sentuma Marus can’t wait to die right now, in the eyes of the barbarians, he is such a position!