In 184 A.D., when Britain rebelled in the Legion to suppress a local uprising, the army installed Priskchus as their new emperor. And the Roman emperor Commodus at that time was a hands-off shopkeeper, who knew about hunting and recreation when he didn't work all day.

In fact, it was Perennis, the commander of the Guards, who ordered the Seventh Legion, which had been stationed in Britain, to cross the sea when he learned that Priskkus was a bear child.

The southern city of Britain - Lentini

The commander of the 7th Army, Mares, sat on a table full of food, and his subordinate officers ate happily, and seemed to have no worries about the next war, in fact, Mares himself did not reassure Priskkus. It's just that he doesn't understand, why is this senseless rebellion? It can't be just to call yourself the emperor and have a good time.

Experienced in a hundred battles, he keenly smelled the smell of conspiracy!

On the second day, at dawn, Marais marched with his legions on the city of Devar, which Priskchus had occupied, while his allied forces (auxiliaries) split into two divisions and opened the way in front.

In March, it was still very cold at high latitudes, and the fog exhaled by the warriors was clearly visible, and one only had to look at the hoarfrost on their helmets to know that it was really not a good time to go to war.

Mares rode his horse to the front, and since the beginning he had always felt restless. It's not that he doesn't have confidence in his legion, but he feels like there are big invisible hands around him, ready to choke his neck at any time.

Britain is actually not very big, and with their footsteps and maintaining their combat effectiveness, they can only be killed in two days. What's more, they have walked this road more than once.

"Kill~"

In the distance, there was a faint shout of killing, and soon, a herald galloped towards him.

"Report to the Legion Commander, the Combined Legion has encountered a small group of enemies and is being pursued"

Mares nodded, his face calm, and with a wave of his hand, the legion continued to advance.

However, after a few steps, there was a sudden shaking in the trees on the left side of the road, and it seemed that a large animal was passing by. Mares swept the same and bowed his head to the centurion beside him without a trace, and then a team of centurions broke away from the army and burrowed into the woods on the left.

This similar incident occurred a total of eleven times in the next two hours, and Mares, after a little thought, still divided into eleven hundred-man teams. He wasn't worried about the safety of these hundred-man teams, if he didn't blow it, how could these guys, who were obviously alien savages, be able to beat the elite team of my Great Rome!

Grotari, the adjutant in the rear, rode up to Mares and whispered

"Commander, why do I think they're coming at you?"

"yes, I think so too. But it's okay, just see what they want to do."

"That~, you're careful"

Mares nodded slightly.

(If the target is me, that Priskus guy should be there by now, but I don't seem to have a grudge against him.)

Before Marais could sort out the list of his enemies, an army suddenly appeared on the right side, in a neat formation, and seemed to have been waiting for their arrival.

"Kill!"

Without Mares's orders, Adjutant Grotarius naturally led the legion to kill the past, leaving only a hundred-man team to protect Mares.

The two have cooperated for many years, and there is no need for superfluous communication at all, since the enemy wants to lure away the main force of their legion, then let them get their wish, nothing else, just self-confidence!

Soon, as the two legions in front of them were willing to run and the other to chase, only a hundred-man team of people standing in place was left surrounded by the old god and riding on the horse.

"Hah! He is worthy of being the commander of the Seventh Legion, the Grim Reaper has come, and he is still so calm! ”

More than 300 savages dressed in animal skins and holding wooden spears suddenly jumped out of the bushes on both sides. The leader spoke in the uniform of a Roman warrior.

"Who are you?"

Seeing that it wasn't Priskus who jumped out, Mares was a little puzzled, is this looking down on me?

"Adjutant Priskkus, Gloyer, has met His Excellency the Commander of the Legion"

With a playful look on his face, Glorier gave Mares a standard Roman military salute.

Mares shook his head in disappointment, these three hundred scum want to themselves? I drank too much horse urine.

Seeing Mares's look of garbage, Gloier was not annoyed, and waved his hand lightly, and the three hundred savage warriors behind him rushed over with a roar.

Without the command of Mares, a hundred Roman soldiers took the initiative to form a circle under the leadership of the centurion, their expressions were extremely calm, the soldiers with square shields in front and the pikemen in the back, tightly surrounding their own legion commanders, and easily blocked the three hundred savages jumping up and down.

In order to prevent the cold arrow from shooting, Mares had already jumped off the horse and yawned against his old buddy.

(I woke up early in the morning, and I was really sleepy, but it was better to be active.) ）

Mares flicked his arms left and right before drawing his short sword, ready to end the boring game.

Seeing that Mares was finally ready to make a personal move, the corners of Gloyer's mouth curled slightly.

"Kill!"

Among the hundred Roman soldiers, there was a sudden roar, and a Roman soldier behind Mares suddenly stabbed him in the heart with a gun.

At the last moment, years of experience in battlefield battles made Mares's body instinctively dodge to the side after hearing that roar.

Puff~

A blood flower splattered, and Mares's left arm, who could not completely dodge, was pierced, and it was not only this soldier who was betrayed, but seven! In the blink of an eye, a dozen Roman soldiers fell.

For a time, there was chaos in the Roman circle, and suspicion was spreading. The eight rebels formed a defensive circle and confronted each other.

"You guys, you applied for transfer from another legion last year."

Mares, who was helped up, carefully identified the eight soldiers, and finally remembered the origin of these guys. After all, it's rare to jump ship from another legion. At that time, he thought that it was the reason why his legion was famous and too attractive, and he bragged about it in front of a few old friends.

Seeing that his own soldiers gradually stabilized, Mares also calmed down, and he said this not only to these traitors, but also to his own soldiers.

"Can you tell me why?"

"Reason?! Okay, I wonder if the great Legionnaire remembers the town of Tassi? ”

The leading rebel's eyes were red, and he said with a hideous expression

"Tsassie Town? Hmm~, the town I slaughtered when I evacuated Britain two years ago? ”

Mares tapped on his helmet and thought about it.

"Just remember! Go to hell!! ~”

Bang~~

The leader of the rebels, who had just taken two steps, was suddenly knocked to the ground by a humanoid creature that fell from the sky.

Mares's eyes froze, he looked at the stunned crowd and snorted

"Kill!"

The Roman soldiers reacted instantly, reflexively slashing at the still stunned savages, and Mares also took out his long-prepared crossbow, raised his hand and shot down a rebel, and then killed him with a short sword.

.....

An hour later

Inside the city of Lentini

"Who are you?"

"Well, I'm Italian, you can call me Dior"

Looking at the ancient Roman style of the person in front of him wearing a closed helmet, wearing chain mail, carrying a short sword at his waist, and tying shin armor on his legs, Dior panicked for a while.

(Okay, if the fighter is blown up, my skills are not good, and if the parachute can't be opened, I'm unlucky, but what is this to play?!) Oh my God~~)