Rome Must Perish

Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the side, followed by cries of alarm from many people.

The enemy has launched their short spears! ...Quintus was startled, turned around, and ran back, his foot slipping on a bundle of grass, he fell, got up, and slipped again, in a hurry he simply tore off the wooden sole of his shoe and ran back desperately.

At this moment, the tribal leader in the rear had already changed his expression, swinging his longsword viciously, threatening, "Continue carrying the grass bundles and fill the front of the camp! Anyone who is greedy for life and fears death, hiding away, I will report to the Great Chief, strip him of his land, and expel him from the tribe!..."

His threat took effect, and Quintus and the other tribesmen had no choice but to continue performing the dangerous task.

Quintus and his group were facing the east side of the camp, there were a total of three towers, and at this moment, all three towers began launching short spears.

Quintus intentionally slowed down, forced himself to calm down, and after observing, he discovered: these three towers liked to fire short spears into crowded areas, and after firing one, there would be a period before firing another.

With these two discoveries, Quintus immediately moved quickly in a crouch towards less crowded areas, and soon completed the task without incident, safely returning to the rear, and continued carrying grass bundles...

Many experienced Pannonian warriors also adopted the same strategy as Quintus, but some young warriors out of fear liked to cluster together for courage, becoming prime targets for crossbow snipers, sometimes even one spear would kill two or three people.

But there were only three towers, and there were more than 2000 Pannonian warriors active in front of the camp, the number they killed was only a ripple in a stream, merely instilling psychological fear in the Pannonians, and could not stop their actions.

However, when the Pannonian warriors pushed within about 30 meters of the camp, an urgent copper horn sounded inside the camp, and a deafening roar erupted from the wooden wall, stones and javelins fell like raindrops, immediately followed by screams, with a number of Pannonian warriors falling in front of the camp.

Since the Pannonian warriors were carrying grass bundles to fill the ground, they had little protection, and even if hit by stones, they would get injured, scaring them into retreating quickly, leaving their injured teammates writhing on the grass in agony.

"Looks like we can’t send them up alone anymore, otherwise casualties will be high!" Temagis in the rear, observing the situation, suggested to Andres.