This is a war in the era of cold weapons. No matter how elite legions face such a large number, they will be exhausted and lose.

After all, there are tens of thousands of people, and even tens of thousands of pigs are not that easy to deal with.

After the reinforcements went up, they defeated three thousand troops in succession, and then they could not bear it.

The Roman legion is an elite force, but it takes strength to wield weapons to cut people. The weapons will be damaged after being used for a long time. Even if the armor on the body is smashed by stones, it will gradually be damaged.

The Roman legion, which was thirsty, hungry and tired, naturally declined rapidly.

By the time the third thousand-man team came forward to support, the military formation they faced had been replaced by a small number of old and weak, and most of them were young and strong.

Short swords and shields began to appear universally, and some people even wore armor on their bodies.

Compared with the old and weak military formations before, their combat power is naturally incomparable.

The Romans are now under great pressure, with their soldiers split into two, half siegeing the city and half attacking aid.

But there is no advantage in either direction.

"I really didn't expect it."

Grebe, with a gray face, kept trembling with his hand holding the whip, "That gladiator, actually has this ability!"

Grebeau also has his own plan, which is a very simple way to attack the support.

After all, even if you conquer Pompeii, it will only slightly relieve the pressure on him. If you continue to go south, there will be many places like Pompeii. If you continue to chase this way, when will it be the end?

So he used Pompeii as bait to attract the main force of the rebel army to help and defeat it in one fell swoop.

There is no problem with the tactics, the only problem is that you overestimate yourself and underestimate your opponent.

He didn't expect that the number of those rebels was so large and their combat effectiveness was not as bad as he imagined.

Now the siege troops cannot retreat in a short period of time. Even if they withdraw, they must be repaired and replenished before they can be put into battle.

Grebo, who was left with the last thousand-man team, gradually fell into despair after another rebel army formation appeared.

As for what he thinks Li Xiang is so powerful, he really thinks too much.

Li Xiang’s ability in this area is entirely derived from low-end computer games, as well as low-end online literature that all kinds of mainstream literati despise.

It's just to maximize its own strengths.

Since there are many people, use the number of people to crush them.

Since it is easy to be destroyed and the entire army will be disintegrated after being defeated, then we will separate the army formation and go up in waves.

Since the combat power is not even mixed, we should just distribute it well and arrange it in turn from weak to strong.

This is all Li Xiang understands. Even the more clever tactics and strategies, it is to make things difficult for Fat Tiger.

But even so, it has brought the quantitative advantages of the rebel army to the extreme and covered up its quality weakness.

Grebe's side divided his troops, wanted to attack the city and attack the reinforcements, but instead took the initiative to weaken his strength.

When Grebe personally led the last reserve team and struggled to withstand a wave of military attacks, and then saw another military formation appearing naturally, he could no longer withstand it.

Without any hesitation, Grebe rode his horse and took a small number of Roman cavalry and immediately turned around and ran away.

The action of the chief general directly triggered the collapse of the Roman legion that was fighting hard.

The Roman legion that resisted the front quickly collapsed. They threw down their weapons, threw away their shields, took off their armor, and turned around and ran away in a very unbearable way.

This scene stimulated the rebels on the front line, and rushed to chase after them with a burst of morale.

"It's too messy." Spartacus, who was covered in blood, came to Li Xiang's side. "The chaotic pursuit will collapse immediately if he encounters a counterattack."

“It doesn’t matter.”

Li Xiang was open-minded about this, "It was a mob, and this battle was also a battle of mud and sand. There was no need to ask for any higher requirements."

Indeed, being able to become like this is indeed not a requirement for this group of mobs.

As the saying goes, one thing breaks is completely broken.

The Roman legion that was fighting aid collapsed directly led the Roman legion that was still siegeing the city to collapse together.

The Roman legion, which had already partially broke into Pompeii, turned around and ran without any hesitation after seeing the collapse of the mountain outside the city.

In China, when facing nomadic cavalry, they can often defeat them, but most of the pursuits after the defeat are not obvious.

The reason is very simple. The main reason is that the cavalry of nomadic tribes is the real transformation like the wind.

But the Romans were different. They were mainly real infantry and only had a small number of auxiliary cavalry.

Grebeau was able to run out, after all, he was riding a horse.

However, the Roman infantry, who were several thousand large, were unable to escape the pursuit of the rebel army after fighting for a long time.

The battle, which began in the early morning, continued until nightfall before it ended.

According to Ashur's rough statistics, about seven or eight thousand were destroyed by the Romans, and only more than a thousand were captured.

There were so few prisoners not because the Romans were so tenacious, but because the slaves they pursued hated these soldiers of the Roman legion and often killed prisoners.

The losses of the rebel army were much greater, with at least tens of thousands of injuries, losses and escape.

The exact number cannot be counted because the previous total number has not been counted accurately.

From this perspective, Li Xiang divided so many people into military formations, and then the arrangement of the front and rear supervisors showed the benefits.

If everyone had joined together, the entire army would have collapsed due to such huge losses.

Most of the losses were the old and the weak, and those who survived the baptism of the battle formation could barely be called veterans.

In addition, a large amount of weapons, equipment, armor supplies and other materials were seized.

"Is this the Eagle Flag?"

Ring, crescent moon, eagle spreading wings.

The cloth section was embroidered with the legion number, and a giant bear that turned its head around and looked around.

"The Eleventh Giant Bear Legion of Rome." Spartacus, who had served in the Roman army, explained to Li Xiang, "This is their eagle flag, and there will never be any organization of this legion again."

The Eagle Flag is a symbol of the Legion. Once the Eagle Flag is seized, it means the complete failure of the Legion.

As a punishment, this legion will be completely removed from the list and there will never be a day of reconstruction.

"If I remember correctly." Li Xiang looked at the eagle flag in his hand. "There should be more than 5,000 Roman legion after the Mallorian army. Today are two legions? And there are also an eagle flag?"

"No."

Spartacus shook his head directly, "Only Grebo's legion, the others are the city guards he gathered along the way, the veterans of the village and the private soldiers of the nobles."

Li Xiang has caused many disasters along the way.

Of course, not all the city guards and nobles were finished, most of them ran away.

Grebo, who escaped from Capua, brought back the entire legion and pursued him all the way, and these people took the initiative to join in, which greatly increased their number.

But there is still only one of the regular Roman legions.

"This is a good thing." Li Xiang handed over the eagle flag to Ashur, who counted the spoils, "lifted it up wherever he went."

"What should I do next?" Spartacus, who was obviously emotionally excited, lowered his voice and asked, "Do you still have to go south? Or, take the opportunity to go back directly!"

"Don't be blinded by victory."

Li Xiang understood the meaning of going back directly. This is not the Capua that has been burned into a white land, but the Roman city north of Capua!

"We just defeated a legion, and there were many Romans like this."

Li Xiang's eyes fell on Spartacus. "If there are three regular Roman legions today, we will definitely not win."

Spartacus, who was a little floating because of the great victory, recalled the might of the Roman legion and finally calmed down.

"There are at least two legions in the city of Rome at this time. The surrounding provinces such as Gaul will soon mobilize more legions to return to the aid. Now, if you force yourself to go to Rome, you are going to die."

"That's to keep going south?"

"Going south is not the purpose, the purpose is to train troops and increase strength."

Li Xiang held his head up, "The so-called training and fighting is nothing more than fair rewards and punishments, sufficient logistics, proper equipment, sufficient depth, and appropriate environment. There are courage, training, discipline, etc.."

He turned around and looked at the barracks that were celebrating wildly. "After all, it still takes time and battle to sharpen it. It is the time to go to Rome when it is truly tempered by a strong army."

Spartacus was silent for a moment "That would kill many people."

"It's all for themselves." Li Xiangruo pointed.

The slaves must have been for themselves, and there would be no good ending to continue to be Roman slaves.

The Roman civilians also fought for themselves. Instead of going bankrupt and starving to death, it was their own choice.

To put it bluntly, Li Xiang is a Chinese, and this is Rome thousands of miles away. How could he care about the fate and life of these people?

Although cruel, it essentially gives them a chance to choose their own destiny.

The days ahead will be simple.

The rebels continued to move south, capturing the noble manors and cities with loose defense forces, sweeping everyone and sweeping all the money and goods, and walking south like snowballs.

There are always battles, and losses are inevitable.

However, this kind of battle with a small scale but a large number is also rapidly gritting the combat effectiveness of the rebel army.

Of course, what is even more terrifying is the advantage in numbers.

When the rebels finally arrived at the sole of the peninsula and saw the Taranto Sea, the size of the rebels had become so large that they could not even count the number.

The southern part of the prosperous and prosperous peninsula has basically been completely flattened.

"What should we do now?" Cres and others, who had already gone out to lead the troops, gathered together to ask about the next action.

I have arrived at the beach, so I definitely can't go into the sea anymore.

Li Xiang's response was simple, "train troops, hold complaints, contact pirates. Then... wait."

"What are you waiting for?"
Chapter completed!