Camlo Dulum is an important seaside city in the province of Upper Britannia, founded on the coast of the North Germanian Sea. There is a harbor, although now the shore is filled with small fishing boats.

The inhabitants of the original Roman city were enslaved by the Saxons before they had time to escape, and the aborigines who were left behind under the oppression of the barbarians had to pay heavy taxes for this, including fishing, of course, and the largest and fattest fish were always for the Saxons. Of course, they don't need to work, they just shout at the aborigines to work for them and forbid them to use weapons, even knives.

Luga, after getting the compromise of Father Jankaro, took command of the Ninth Legion, the de facto command, on the premise that Father Jankaro did not interfere without any interference.

He returned to the barracks and went to visit Andrew, who was in a bad state.

"Andrew, it's okay with you."

Looking at Andrew's pale face, Luga hurried over. Seeing Luga, Andrew tried to sit up, but he was so badly injured that he didn't have the strength to sit up.

"It doesn't have to be that way, my dear friend." Luga hurriedly stepped forward to help Andrew Huanhuan lie down.

"I'm sorry, my friend." Andrew looked very depressed, he stroked his wounds, and said to Luga: "After all this time, it still hurts to move, I'm really sorry, my friend, I can't fight with you anymore." ”

"Don't blame yourself, my friend!" Luga looked at Andrew with a solemn face and said to him, "I'm ready, just wait for the news of my victory." ”

Luga summoned the Auxiliary Legion, a group of rebels who had surrendered to Bagunda, and would follow his orders to assist the Ninth Legion's recruits, Egg, to attack the town east of Britannia.

The tribe of the Saxons who live here is the Mastiff tribe, and they keep hundreds of fierce mastiffs, which they consider to be their most loyal friends in battle, and because of the mastiffs, the natives who far outnumber them have to submit to their obscenity.

The aborigines have swallowed their anger to comply with any rude demands of these rulers, and many of them who dare to resist have become food for the Mastiffs, close comrades-in-arms of the Saxons.

The Saxons take cruelty as a pleasure, and whenever they encounter these uncompromising people who oppose them, they like to gather everyone, especially the natives, who are ready to move, and let them watch the thorn head be bitten to death by the mastiff and eaten into a pile of bones.

Such a terrifying picture frightened everyone present, and no one dared to resist the Saxons like this. Gradually, the Saxons were able to enjoy the fattest fish and marry the most beautiful girls of the aborigines. Even accidentally killing the aborigines, they only need to sacrifice some insignificant sacrifices to Valhalla to atone for their sins. Of course, the old ones who can't do the work, they are more than happy to make them food for the war mastiffs.

Luga had long heard of their notoriety, and of course he knew that in order to defeat them, especially the Saxons with their fierce mastiffs, they had to assemble a very superior army.

After more than a week's trek, the army came to the Saxon settlement outside the city of Camlodulum.

Having never seen such a large army, the invincible Saxons had to abandon their settlement and take refuge in the wooden walled Camlodulum.

When Luga arrived, the settlement was empty.

"If you want to bring these barbarians to their knees, you have to behave more brutally than they are!" This was what Luga taught his soldiers, and of course he was happy to act on it in order to show the importance of his language.

He exhumed the corpses of the Saxons during the war and brought them to the outside of Camlo Dulum.

He had the soldiers pack up the headless corpses and throw them in trebuchets at Camlo Dulum without stopping.

Rancid blood and flesh smeared the walls of Camlo Dulum, of course, the corpse did not do much to the walls, but it was extremely traumatic to their psyche.

"This is on behalf of Kevin. Greetings, Therne! ”

Luga deliberately asked some soldiers who had specialized in learning the Saxon language to stop yelling at Camlo Dulum. No one had ever used such an act, but the Romans who came on an expedition did so, and the Saxons defending the city were indeed shaken.

Luga also had the soldiers set fire to their settlement, right before their eyes.

Even if they roared and roared, it was useless, and they could only watch their homes be burned to the ground. All you can smell is the billowing smoke, which is the last smell of home.

The corpses were thrown into the towns and smashed in the streets, leaving the witnesses not only with danger but also with fear, which was as terrifying as the war mastiff eating people, which not only frightened the natives, but also made the Saxons frightened.

On the third day of the siege, at last, they could not bear it any longer, and they sent messengers to negotiate, but of course they would not have been able to do it if it were their own, because they did not know Latin. Only an elderly native, especially one who was able to communicate normally with the Romans, was led by a Saxon to Luga's military camp.

In order to show his civilization, Luga deliberately redressed and asked the soldiers to find a way to clear the stench of corpses in the camp, so that the messengers could feel the impact of civilization.

When the messengers came to the main hall, they did not know how to salute the well-dressed young man in front of them. He could only stand as awkwardly as the old native, waiting for Luga to speak.

"Say it." Luga seemed very absent-minded, and only listened to him say slowly: "You have sent a messenger, and that is for the purpose of negotiation, to try to solve the problem verbally, like a civilized man. So let me see what you guys have brought. ”

After the old aboriginal had finished translating for the messenger, the Saxon spoke.

The old aboriginal translated: "Our leader said that Your Excellency's strength is unmatched, and of course Your Excellency's cruelty is deeply remembered by us. Our leader will gladly take your needs and of course take our chief's son hostage in your barracks. ”

"Hostages?" Lu Jia smiled, and then said, "There is a hostage, which is an extra mouth to eat. I'm too lazy to raise this useless barbarian! ”

The old aboriginal then translated: "So what do you want, Your Excellency from Rome?" ”

"It's easy!" Luga wrenched his fingers and said slowly, "Your women, money, land, oh, yes, and glory!" ”

After Luga finished speaking, he looked at the Saxon messenger and his smile turned hideous.