Rome Must Perish-Chapter 283 - 177 Retreat and Withdrawal

In reality, they didn’t understand each other’s language at all, but it didn’t stop them from understanding each other’s intentions.

"Casaridaoa, not bad, you’re a veteran now." A comrade nearby teased.

Casaridaoa ignored him, quickly returned to his defensive position, sheathed the short sword at his waist, picked up a stone, aimed at his target, and hurled it down forcefully.

Scodisiqi New Soldiers continuously thrust their long spears, taking down two Pannonia Heavy Warriors. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Everyone watch out, a tough one is coming up!"

It was the voice of the centurion! ... Casaridaoa quickly peeked down.

He saw an extremely burly enemy wearing thick armor, crawling up the wooden ladder. Without a shield, only wielding a large sword, stones striking him had no effect as he focused only on quickly climbing the ladder, nearly reaching the top in an instant.

The centurion shouted, "Enclose him!" Then, along with his nearby comrade, stepped aside simultaneously.

The walkway on the wooden wall was narrow and crowded with people. An opening appeared, and the enemy climbing up instinctively jumped into it.

As soon as he landed, several square shields closed in from all directions, blocking his swing with the large sword, momentarily pinning him in place.

Before he could exert his strength to push them away, Casaridaoa sprang from his side rear, the short sword in his hand flashed like lightning, piercing the back of his neck.

The enemy’s body instantly went rigid.

Casaridaoa quickly withdrew it, then thrust again, straight into the back of his neck.

The enemy’s eyes rolled back, falling stiffly to the ground without uttering a sound...

The Nix Tribe’s Heavy Infantry and Spear Soldiers coordinated their efforts. The attacking Pannonia Heavy Warriors were either stabbed down the wall or killed on the city wall...

Andres stood at the rear, gazing at the battlefield. Every time he saw a warrior climb the wall, he felt excited, followed by disappointment... This happened so often that a thick cloud seemed to hover over his face, somber and frightening.

At this moment, Temagis came over and whispered, "They stopped attacking the camp over there."

"What?!"

"My Cavalry just reported that Brochi and Mazi’s troops have ceased the offensive!"

"We agreed beforehand. How can they break their promise and cease the attack of their own accord!" Andres’s eyes widened, burning with fury.

"It must be because the casualties were too high." Temagis sighed lightly, "We’ve also suffered a lot of casualties here. I’ve fought so many years of battles, and this is the first time I’ve encountered such a difficult fort to attack!"

"What do you mean?!" Andres’s gaze was sharp and his voice low.

Temagis did not flinch, looking him straight in the eye, "I believe we cannot continue fighting today. Look at them for yourself."

Andres’s gaze swept across. The warriors around all hung their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. Even the tribal leaders and clan leaders, who had been urging their tribesmen to attack earlier, had now stopped shouting, each looking dejected...

Looking ahead, many warriors lingered and hesitated, while more people were returning. They either used long spears as crutches, limping back, or helped their wounded companions...

What concerned him was the Heavy Warriors under the wooden wall. Since this time Temagis hadn’t brought Heavy Infantry, the Heavy Warriors fighting on the east side of the enemy camp were all from his tribe, the last remaining elite of Segestica. Now he saw fewer Heavy Infantry upfront than when they first engaged...

The fury in Andres’s eyes began to fade. He was silent for a moment, then said softly with some reluctance, "We can stop the attack, but we cannot retreat to the camp... We sent so many warriors today, painstakingly destroyed their traps, filled their trenches, and greatly depleted their javelins, short spears, and stones. Look at their wooden towers; it takes a long time to fire any short spears now. It seems they’ve run out of javelins too..."

"That’s true, I’ve noticed the same." Temagis replied, "These Mercenaries just got here, they must not have much weaponry stockpiled..."

"So even if we stop attacking, we must clear the battlefield first. Gather all weapons left on the battlefield, from both sides, including those stones...

We can’t retreat to the original camp, or the enemy will come out and repair their trenches, traps, and sharpen the stakes. We’ll have to start from scratch the next time we attack.

Therefore, we must relocate the camp here, encirclement the enemy’s camp, and keep men on watch on the river side too. As soon as the enemy dares to come out, we’ll send troops to drive them back...

Once we trap the enemy completely and adequately prepare, we’ll launch a fierce attack, certainly breaching this camp and eliminating this enemy force!" Andres finished with gritted teeth, swinging his fist forcefully to vent his inner resentment.

"I agree with your suggestion," Temagis said, "But we still need to persuade those two."

"Then invite both of them over here, and I’ll speak with them properly. I believe Maitilis and Bricks would never allow their reinforcements to just be showy without contributing!" Andres said solemnly, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

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At dusk, Alde explorer, who had been watching the battle from the hills, circled back to the village and was immediately brought to the wooden wall facing the Nix Tribe’s temporary camp. Waiting for him was not only the tribal leader Budocaribas but also leaders from several nearby Alde Tribe groups.