Zhang Juntai looked at Ellie's distant back, sighed in his heart and shook his head. In fact, he still has a good impression of this capable woman in his heart, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he likes it. But after all, he is now a general who holds the military power of one side, and in order to make his subordinates return to him, he can faithfully carry out his orders. Zhang Juntai can only do something against his will for them. After all, the relationship between an army and its commander is like a brain and hands and feet, and only when it is coordinated can the most powerful combat effectiveness of this army be brought into play. Otherwise, if the orders issued from above are delayed and misinterpreted by the junior officers in every possible way, how can this army still fight? Moreover, even if there are strict military regulations, the officers who can deal with these delayed military planes after the fact cannot change the fact that they have lost their best military aircraft.

No matter what Zhang Juntai thought in his heart at this time, he still put on a look of resentment on his face, his hands tightly grasped the reins of the horse, and he looked at Ellie's distant back with a blue face for a long time, and then said to the people next to him: "Order the brothers to stop attacking, prepare, and prepare to accept the surrender of the Romans." At the same time, let them withdraw from the siege of the Roman military camp, and let the regiments that did not participate in the siege as reserves immediately set off for the defense line of the Wuhu River. ”

Heras Curt stood on the wall of the barracks at this time, and saw the attacking Han army retreating like a tide, and even the Han people who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead and wounded climbed up one after another, picked up the weapons around them and retreated with the attacking troops. So he said to the herald next to him: "Let the soldiers in the camp lay down their weapons, open the camp gate and surrender to the Han army on the opposite side." As we had arranged beforehand, everyone except the ones I had named followed Varyagi Curt. In my absence, he was the new patriarch of the Romans, and his orders were mine. ”

After the herald left, Varyagi Curt, who was next to him, said to Heras Curt: "Brother, can we really trust those Han Chinese? You and I know only about the Han Chinese from the mouths of merchants who used to sell goods to the Far East. You also know the cunning of those merchants, in order to sell a thing, they will tout a piece of garbage as if it were the treasure of this world. How much can we believe what they say? Is it really possible for them to speak positively of the Han Chinese simply because they were willing to pay a few more silver coins for their goods, so that they could take their word for it and entrust our small remaining Roman tribe to a people with whom they had never been contacted? ”

Heras Curt watched his army march out of the camp in a neat line and surrender to the Han Chinese, and his heart was also mixed. You know, even when the Romans were in decline, there was no case of an army surrendering as an organization. So, even though Heras Curt knew in his heart that this was not a surrender in the true sense of the word. It was only necessary to preserve the young men of their tribe, but perhaps in the records of the Han Chinese they were to capture a Roman army. This made Heras Curt, who had always been proud of his Roman blood, a little difficult to accept. But there is no way, now the first thing for the Roman tribe to do is to survive and reproduce, not to mention that even slaves have done it, what else can not be done without letting go of their identity?

Thinking of this, Heras Curt comforted Varyagi Curt on the side and said, "Don't worry, I have already negotiated everything that should be discussed for you, and you have to remember that we are not surrendering to the Han Chinese." We Romans have just regained our former king, and now we are back with the king to continue our allegiance to her. That woman named Ellie was indeed a descendant of the kings of the Roman Empire, and she was able to condescend to serve a Han king as Her Royal Highness, so what could we, as his people, not do? Remember, all the tolerance and concessions we are doing now are aimed at making the Roman Empire shine again in the future, long live Rome! ”

"Long live Rome!" After hearing his brother's words, Varyagi Curt nodded as if he didn't understand. He then bowed to Heras Curt and led the last Roman soldiers who were ready to surrender to the Han Chinese army out of the barracks. After the people who had been arranged in advance had already left the barracks, the originally noisy barracks suddenly became very quiet, and the silence was a little bleak. Heras Curt looked at some of the elite officers he had left behind to take with him. Almost all of these officers were promoted from the ranks of the armed forces, and their loyalty to themselves was naturally not a problem. And most of them were also descendants of the commanders of the Roman army, so even if they fell at this time, they were still much more capable than other Romans in their families.

Looking at these capable officers beside him, Heras Curt took a deep breath, then swept away the gloom in his heart, waved at them and said, "Brothers, those brothers outside the camp have now been freed from their status as slaves, and they are about to repopulate the Roman tribe in a strange country. This is the first step that our Romans took from flight to revival! But the road to revival is bound to be a long one, and even though we have now sent a large number of our brothers to the land of freedom, there are still countless slaves who are suffering from the mistreatment of their slave owners under the oppression of the Sassanids. We returned to the Sassanid Empire this time to mobilize these slaves to rebel against the slave owners and fight for freedom! On this path, there will inevitably be brutal repression by the slave owners, and some of us may die in battle, but the spirit of resistance we bring to those slaves will inevitably be passed on from mouth to mouth, until one day the slave owners will no longer be able to suppress these slaves who yearn for freedom. Their aura will eventually be torn to shreds by the slaves they oppress on a daily basis! And then we were the heroes of the slaves who took their freedom! ”

Listening to Heras Curt's incendiary speech, these capable officers were also enthusiastic at this time. They were also slaves oppressed by slave owners before they became officers, and before they joined the army. It is only when you are in it that you know how miserable the life of a slave is. Now that he learned that he was about to die for the cause of the emancipation of slaves, he left the Roman military camp and headed towards the Wuhu River, led by Heras Curt.

(End of chapter)