Unlimited Military Base

“Probably this is the case. The current uprising of the Saxon League is already! The inevitable thing is, the key is to see when they will act. According to my estimation, the Saxons will rise up when the Sentomarus Army begins its offensive. “Guo Yenfeng said after a brief introduction: “But I am wondering why you must insist on not giving them an uprising help? This is good for us after all.”

“Four-Knifes, I am very eager to see all the Germanic uprisings, but by no means.” Wang Weizhen looks dignified: “The Saxons and their companions, the situation is special, they are ruled by the Romans. Longer, the system is more advanced than our tribe, and aristocrats and civilians have emerged, so if we choose to be with them, there is a question of who leads who.

The Saxons have a system that is more advanced than us, and will never accept our command with willingness, and we are the same. There are many problems with such cooperation. . . . . . and. . . . . . ”

He was silent there: “And I think they are uprising in such circumstances, there is no possibility of success. Their tribe is too close to Gaul, and once the uprising, Sentomarus will feel terrified, but Caesar? Caesar will never sit down and watch this happen. He will quickly dispatch troops to suppress it. Because of this, our alliance with them is ineffective!”

Guo Yenfeng nodded. “So let them let them go their own way?”

“No! After all, that is also the strength of the Germans.” Wang Weizhen replied very firmly: “In their most difficult time, we must give them help, and we must not let the strength of the Germans be ruined. However, we have to change The situation… Four-Knifes, this thing you do in person…”

He carefully explained some things, and Guo Yenfeng listened carefully and nodded frequently.

When Wang Weizhen gave a full account, Guo Yenfeng thoroughly understood that The Drifter had already had a comprehensive plan for such a thing. . . . . .

And when the Germans were actively preparing for the new challenge, the anger of Sendumarus could no longer be expressed in words.

After many hard work and construction, you can get a bridge of success, and it was destroyed in one night. The fire is so big that there is no way to put it out. All the efforts were completely destroyed in one night.

When the day was bright, Mortu Marus saw only the charred wood floating on the water. . . . . .

He almost screamed out loudly, and he spent a lot of energy to build the bridge successfully, but now he is completely finished.

Sennadi saw that Sentul Marus’s face was so slick, he quietly pulled the sleeve of the young commander: “Don’t be excited, don’t be excited about anything. Everyone is watching you, your every move. Will affect the morale of the soldiers, the consul.”

Sentuma Marus took a deep breath. Although he was reluctant, he tried his best to show some smiles on his face. He shouted loudly to the soldiers onlookers: “Look, those weak barbarians. They actually want to use this way to stop the pace of our progress. They are already timid. No one can stop the pace of the Holy Roman Army, no! Come on, boys, let us cheer up and rebuild the bridge. When we arrived on the other side, all the barbarians would tremble in the angry voice of Rome!”

The soldiers broke out with a burst of cheers and frustrations. . . . . .

Sentu Marus tried his best to reinvigorate the morale of the soldiers, but his mood was extremely low.

In order to end the war as soon as possible, let the Germanic provinces of the country really serve themselves. He has already owed a large sum of money to Caesar, and now every day means the consumption of money. Conquering the barbarians one day earlier and one day later is completely different for Sentul Marus.

But now there is such a thing again!

If it’s not for Sennady, Sentuma Marus determined that he would probably collapse completely.

“This is what the enemy wants to see most.” Sennadi knew too much about the inner commander of the young commander: “Anyone can fall, but only you can’t, what we consume is nothing more than some time….. .”

“There is money.” Sentuma Marus is not reconciled.

“Yes, but what is it compared to victory?” Sennadi tried to calm the other’s mood: “When the bridge is once again set up, we can calmly set foot on the land of the barbarians. At that time, No matter how much you pay, you can make the barbarian ten times and one hundred times repay…”

The persuasion of the subordinates made Sentu Marus feel a little better. However, in his heart, he still lost his reason why he came to this place.

Otherwise, I am now in Rome, carrying my beautiful wife and enjoying a luxurious banquet.

Pompeii, Pompey, if not the guys of Pompeii and the Senate, they will not come here.

But now it’s too late to regret it. . . . . .

The Sentul Marus Bridge was burned down, and it was not only the Germans but also Caesar.

Caesar can be sure that Mortu Marus will not succeed. However, he did not stop the other party’s meaning.

Mortu Marus was originally to snatch his own rights. If he could annihilate his army by barbarians, the only thing that Mortu Marus could do was to go back to Rome in vain. Here, I still have to say it myself. .

Moreover, regardless of whether Sentul Marus is a winner or a defeat, the barbarians can always be consumed to some extent, and when they regain their strength in the future, they will once again retaliate against the barbarians.

It is precisely because of this mentality that Caesar’s “generous” once again funded Sentuma Marus. Of course, such funding is definitely not without cost, and Sentul Marus has already carried a very heavy debt.

If he can’t win the war against the barbarian, then everything in Rome will be completely Caesar. . . . . .

A few days later, the bridge was finally built again. This time, Sentuma Marus no longer dared to care about it. On the day the bridge was built, he couldn’t wait to order the soldiers to cross the Rhine.

Time is too precious for him, every minute and every second.

He must race against time to minimize his losses.

In the past, when he surrendered to the barbarian tribe in Rome, he did not even make too many stops. These damn guys are obeyed by Caesar, not themselves. Although they sent people to send them a lot of gifts, but from the feedback from the messengers, they seem to be not very enthusiastic about themselves.

When the war is over and the Germanic is completely your own, give these tribal guys a good look. . . . . .

A Roman legion, plus the strength of an auxiliary legion, made these Romans look very powerful. The feelings of Mortu Marus’s frustration have also improved a lot.

At the time of the camp, the loyal Sennadi took up everything. He sent people to set up guard posts around him and sent a large number of scouts to detect the movements of the barbarians.

Sentuma Marus does not have to worry about these trivial things.

About eleven reconnaissance squads were sent out, and both Sentumurus and Sennadi firmly believed that when the sun rises tomorrow, all the information of the barbarians will be brought to their side.

But what they didn’t know was that a group of ghosts were always swimming around them.

That is Wang Weizhen and his attack team!

Under the careful training of Guo Yenfeng, although the confrontation ability can not be compared with the Romans, the Germanic attack ability has been greatly improved.

They know how to use their familiar terrain to carry out constant attacks on the Romans and to disintegrate the enemy’s power little by little.

And those Roman reconnaissance squads are their first goal. . . . . .

Wang Weizhen personally joined this attack!

He and his players are hidden in the dark, hidden in the woods, patiently waiting for the arrival of those enemies.

In this way, he has used it countless times. Whether it was Brittish, the French, or the Japanese, they suffered a big loss under the attack of Baron Skulles.

What about the Romans who did not know what special warfare is?

In the quiet woods, the sound of the night birds was gone, and nothing was gone.

After a while, a group of night birds fluttered and flew up. Wang Weizhen quickly made a gesture by the moonlight, and the Germanic soldiers quickly entered the combat position.

The night bird became the best sentinel of the Germanic. . . . . .

Several black shadows appeared, and it was the Roman scout.

In the pre-war reconnaissance, no one is better than the Romans. In any battle, they must let them know the enemy’s strength and the deployment of the troops to the greatest extent. Even in the face of barbarians, a general like Sennadi will never relax.

One, two, three. . . . . . There are a total of five Romans.

Wang Weizhen made another gesture, meaning that one would not let go.

The shadows were carefully approached. They did not find that the terrible danger was lurking around them.

When entering the ambush circle, a Roman was trying to talk, suddenly snorted, looked down at his body, an arrow was passing through his body.

Then, more than a dozen figures suddenly emerged from the darkness, and the Romans did not have any resistance at all. . . . . .

In just two minutes, the four Romans fell into a pool of blood, and the remaining one became a prisoner of the Germans.

He shivered and looked at the fierce barbarians in front of him, and he couldn’t say anything nervous.

Wang Weizhen glanced at the prisoner: “What do I ask, what do you answer, understand?”

The captive quickly nodded.

Wang Weizhen carefully inquired about the strength of the Sentumarus Army, the command of each level and the deployment of troops. The captives only know a few things.

But even with these little things, Wang Weizhen listened very seriously, and sometimes important information often appeared from something insignificant.

When the prisoner said everything he knew without reservation, Wang Weizhen nodded. “You shouldn’t be a Roman soldier…”

The captives have not yet reacted, a cold light has flashed, and then a skull has rolled to the side.

Wang Weizhen took his sword: “Tibius, throwing the captives of these captives in front of the Roman military camp!”

“Yes, the governor’s adult, Tibius, has just killed a Roman. At this time, he is still in the state of excitement. “Why don’t you directly attack the Roman camp?” ”

“Tibius, the night attack is not so easy to succeed.” Wang Weizhen smiled: “The generals in Rome are not fools. Especially I heard that Sennadi is an experienced general, for the possible night attack. He probably already has been fully prepared, and the rash attack will only cause us to be injured. Tobias, the night attack must be carried out with sufficient grasp, otherwise it will be sent to death. As a good commander Must be responsible for the lives of his subordinates…”

Tibius nodded. He unconditionally trusted everything the Grandmaster of the consul said. He also knew that the Germans could defeat Rome again and again under the leadership of the Archon.

Wang Weizhen is very optimistic about Ebius, this brave Germanic warrior must be a successful commander in the constant tempering of the war.

And when more and more commanders like this, the Germans are more and more united, then it is time to leave this era. . . . . .

Throughout the night, Germanic fighters continued to use the cover of darkness and terrain to attack the Roman reconnaissance squad, and when the dawn arrived, they did not hesitate and quickly evacuated the battlefield.

They will not give the Romans any chance to fight back.

When the sun rose in accordance with the wishes of Senduma Marus, the reconnaissance squad he was expecting did not send him the much-needed information in time.

A small team did not return.

Mortu Marus was a bit strange. At this time, Sennady hurried in and looked very ugly: “The Archon, I think you should go outside the military camp to see.”

Sentuma Marus didn’t know what was going on. When he came outside the military camp, he found that a large number of soldiers had gathered there and kept pointing at the front whispering.

When they saw their commander appear, these Roman soldiers silently gave him a path. . . . . .

Sentuma Marus passed through these soldiers. He finally saw something terrible:

A long stake does not know when it is erected outside the Roman military camp, and a large number of heads are hung above the stump!

Sentuma Marus tried to control his trembling heart and let people put the stakes down.

Sennady walked over and looked at it for a while. When I came back, I looked so ugly: “It’s all of us…”

“Can you be sure?” Sentuma Marus is still holding a trace of luck.

“Yes.” Sennady’s answer was so difficult: “They are all the soldiers I personally picked out. Every face I know, every one. Everyone in the eleven reconnaissance squads is here. No one. I can come back alive.”

Sentuma Marus took a breath of air and took a step back.

It’s terrible. It’s terrible. If one of the two teams is attacked, it is completely acceptable. But for a total of eleven, no one in the entire eleven teams can come back alive.

How did these Romans do this?

“We are in big trouble…” Even under such circumstances, Sennadi still tried to maintain his own calmness. He said in a voice that only Mortu Marus could hear: “The barbarian is absolutely Not as ignorant as we think, they have strong organizational skills, and I can be sure that there must be a strong commander in commanding them to do such things!”

“What kind of demon messenger are you talking about?” Mortu Marus thought of the name.

Senna distressed and nodded. . . . . .

From the time they arrived in Gaul, they heard the name of the “Devil’s Three Envoys” countless times. Even Caesar’s men were so afraid of this name. The impact of this was the later troops, and the name of the “Devil’s Three Envoys” was full of deep fear.

Mortu Marus had not paid much attention to it, but when he saw this bloody scene in front of him, the words “Devil Three Messengers” naturally appeared in his heart.

Looking at the soldiers, the soldiers all showed fear on their faces. They looked at the terrible heads silently, silently chanting in their hearts, and never let yourself face the damn horrible barbarians.

“There is nothing terrible!” Sennady’s voice rang loudly: “In addition to burning bridges and attacks, the barbarians have other skills? They dare not face us, they dare to use such the most despicable way to Fear us! But they are wrong, the Romans, will not be weak under such attacks, this will only provoke our anger, will only make us more brave to fight! Kill those barbarians!”

“Kill those barbarians!” Sentuma Marus yelled out.

“Kill those barbarians!” All the Roman soldiers shouted out loud. Although the voice is so loud, Sentul Marus and Senna are not sure how much this will have.

At the very least, all the Roman soldiers now have a shadow in their hearts, and once they are on the battlefield, they may have a very important impact on the barbarians!