Chapter 32 Night Attack

When night falls, the moon shines brightly in the sky, and everything is quiet, the rebel soldiers who have been lying on the ground since the afternoon wake up from their deep sleep. After eating the food carefully prepared by the baggage team, they are full of energy, high morale, and eager to try.

But when they were led by Spartacus to the east cliff, they began to feel palpitations when they looked down: the mountain wall was as steep as a knife, the ground was unfathomable, and there was a strong mountain wind whistling, The trees at the foot of the mountain are blown, like demons dancing wildly, ready to devour human flesh and blood at any time.

The mountain wind was still running straight up the mountain wall, blowing the bodies of the soldiers on the cliff, making them almost unable to stand...

Just when they were frightened, "I'll go first." Spartacus's thick voice rang in their ears. He fulfilled his promise without hesitation. The thick rope on the rock, the thick legs firmly planted in the rock gap between the mountain edges, and the hanging rope slowly descended...

Everyone on the cliff held their breath and looked nervously at his smaller and smaller figure. A shake of the rope and a moan from him tightened their nerves all the time.

Although the moonlight was bright tonight, the darkness below the cliff still submerged Spartacus's figure in the end. Everyone could not see his figure, and they felt even more nervous until the rope shook powerfully three times, and then three more times. This is the promised signal...

The soldiers let out a sigh of relief, and all of them looked happy: Spartacus succeeded! He reached the ground safely! !

"It's my turn." Cross walked out.

"And me." Enomui also walked out. This was because there were two ropes hanging from the top of the mountain to ensure that the soldiers could go down the mountain as quickly as possible. Otherwise, with Spartacus's slow descent speed, a One after another, how long will it take for all five hundred warriors to reach the foot of the mountain?

Gladiators such as Cross, Enomui, and Altonix all successfully descended the mountain one after another, which greatly encouraged the remaining warriors on the mountain.

Of course, things were not always smooth sailing. Occasionally, soldiers accidentally bumped into the edge of the mountain or fell down on their way down the mountain. Their screams were masked by the howling mountain wind...

But these accidents were not enough to make the warriors fear again. On the contrary, they were very eager to go down the mountain to follow Spartacus and beat the Romans hard.

The reason why only 500 warriors were selected to go down the mountain to raid the Roman camp is because there are only more than 500 daggers and spears in the rebel army today, and there are almost 500 people who are truly courageous and capable of fighting, except for the gladiators. Most of the rest are Celts from the Iberian Peninsula. They have been slaves for a short time and still have their wild nature.

I don’t know how much time passed, but all the warriors had climbed down the mountain. Those who stayed on the mountain were still lying on the edge of the mountain looking down, unwilling to get up for a long time. Even though the field of vision was pitch black, they could not see the team that was about to rush to the battlefield. There is no trace of them, but that is their only hope for survival!

"Let's go! It's time for us to do our thing!" Hamilka reminded everyone, taking the lead to walk down the mountain path, and other soldiers followed him one after another.

Maximus was closely followed. He was not as uneasy as the others. The memories from his previous life convinced him that Spartacus would succeed in leading the army to raid the Roman camp.

"Arconis, Cornelius, and Volenus, take care of the others and don't let them run around!" Maximus reminded his men loudly to avoid making the same mistakes as before.

"Teacher Maximus, you have to be careful!" The children said goodbye to him reluctantly.

"Don't worry, you can go down the mountain tomorrow and continue studying at the farm!" Maximus waved confidently.

Walking behind him were the transport team members led by Pygris. Each of them led a pack horse, ten in total. These pack horses were blindfolded and followed the driver docilely. When driving carriages up the mountain, the drivers were reluctant to abandon their horses on the mountainside because of the narrow road, and eventually brought the pack horses to the top of the mountain. Many soldiers complained about this because they occupied a lot of open space, and now they may It will play an important role in the next action.

Behind the transport team, there were more than 500 rebel soldiers. They lined up in a long queue and carefully walked down the rugged mountain road. There were no torches and they could only see the way forward clearly by the moonlight, so no one was distracted and joking. Pay attention. Put all your strength on your feet.

The mountain road became wider and wider, and when they were about to reach a turning point, Hamilka and Maximus, who were leading the way, stopped, crouched down, and peered down: there was a broad gentle slope ahead, and they were just a few dozen meters further down. At the foot of the mountain, there is a long trench and earth wall. There are a few deer villages in front of the trench. There are many torches on the earth wall, lighting up the area. You can see many figures moving behind the earth wall... Look. The Romans' defense on the top of the mountain was quite tight, so everyone could only wait.

It was hard to wait without knowing whether the other team could successfully raid the camp. Even Hamilka became a little irritable and unbearable later on, let alone the others. Only Maximus remained the same. Calm and composed, he whispered to others from time to time: "Don't worry, Spartacus and the others will be able to successfully reach the Roman camp. They have to spend some time to find out the situation in the camp, and then formulate a raid plan to win." I will destroy the entire camp..."

"What a fearful young man!..." Hamilcar sighed in his heart. Just as he was about to praise his cheap disciple, he suddenly heard the sound of fighting coming from down the mountain.

He was busy listening, and the sound was getting louder and louder... Due to the obstruction of the wine farm buildings, Hamilcar and the others could not see the Roman camp, but they were sure that Spartacus and the others were attacking Rome. camp, so everyone’s faces were beaming and their eyes were sparkling with excitement.

Soon it became clear to them that the Roman soldiers who had been on guard behind the earthen wall were retreating backwards.

"Brothers, it's our turn!" Hamilka turned and shouted.

"Chief Hamilka, please speak quickly, we can't wait!" Everyone whispered impatiently.

Hamilcar asked Pigris and others to lead the horses out of the mountain road first, and lined up on the gentle slope.

After taking off their blindfolds and muzzles, the drivers caressed the horses gently, feeling unbearable, but in the end they took out their daggers and stabbed the horses' buttocks several times.

The horses neighed in pain and galloped forward in fear. They knocked away the deer village. Some fell into the ditch, and some hit the earth wall. The force of the collision was so great that the earth wall, which was only two meters high, collapsed.

"Successful!..." Seeing this, Maximus couldn't help but wave his fist. After all, it was he who came up with the strategy of using horses to clear the way.

"Brothers, follow me to kill the Romans!" Hamilcar shouted, taking the lead to rush down the mountain.

"Kill the damn Romans!!...Kill the Romans!!" Everyone roared extremely excitedly. Although most of them had bare hands and thin clothes (many recruits threw away their weapons when escaping during the day), their fighting spirit was very high. Exuberantly, they followed the road trodden by the packhorses, crossed the ditch, and rushed through the gap in the earth wall. The wine farm in front was illuminated by the light of the fire, and they could clearly see the fighting going on in front of the farm gate. Everyone roared and rushed over.

Under the influence of such high morale, Maximus' blood was boiling and he had forgotten his timidity. He charged forward, and the meat cleaver in his right hand chopped directly on the head of a Roman soldier. The other party just screamed, and with his left hand The other kitchen knife he held quickly slashed the neck of an enemy next to him...

The body of the original owner, who had undergone hellish training for several years, exerted astonishing lethality at this moment. Holding two swords in hand, Maximus rampaged through the enemy group as if there was no one in sight.

In fact, most of the enemies here woke up from their sleep. Before they had time to put on armor or pick up weapons, they began to flee, trying to hide in the farm, but were intercepted by a group of rebel soldiers.