"We lost more than 1,000 people in this battle, and many more were killed than wounded. Just the corpses scattered all over the mountains took half a month to burn. Malenius said in his post-war debriefing to Luga.

"Looks like God is late, my friend." Luga said to Malenius, who looked puzzled, and he did not understand the meaning of Luga's words.

Luga couldn't help but look at the barracks of the Ninth Legion not far away, because they had an absolute advantage in numbers, and the newly landed Ninth Legion did not suffer much losses, so next, they would become the backbone of the battlefield force. He slowly got up, feeling that he had something to do next.

On the second day, the horn of assembly sounded in the camp of the Ninth Legion, and all the soldiers and priests gathered in the middle of the camp, and all of them formed a circle, and their eyes were fixed on Luga, who stood before them.

Father Jiang Karo looked displeased, probably after two days of traveling, he finally reached his destination. He couldn't even sleep lazily, which made Father Jiang Carlo very annoyed, they were all old bones, but they couldn't withstand such a toss.

"It's early in the morning, what are you doing here? Lord Luja. As soon as Father Jankaro came up, he asked Luga what was going on.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Father." Father Luga smiled and quickly explained: "Just yesterday we paid a great price, and again, the Saxons lost far more than us, and of course I don't want them to be so casual to breathe a sigh of relief or ask for help from his allies. ”

"You mean, you're going to attack?" Father Jankaro looked at Luga with a puzzled expression, he pointed to the group of soldiers behind him and said to Luga: "They have been running around for days, and they are even thrown into the battle at once, and they need to rest. ”

"Oh, my dear priest." Luga slapped the hilt of his sword and said unhurriedly to Father Jankaro: "I'm afraid that Your Excellency doesn't know that we are alone here, and the rations we bring can only last the army for two weeks?" ”

"Oh my God!" Fr. Jankaro was on crutches and grumbled, "With God's blessing and your superior military ability, can't you pacify these backward and barbaric bastards in a week's time?" As I fell asleep yesterday, I received a sign from the Apostle St. Peter, who told me, "O Steadfast Giancaro, this time you will be able to regain this place and revive the whole Roman Empire." Our Lord has begun to bewitch our enemies with his divine powers, and now all you have to do is wait, wait for your enemies to disintegrate in mutual suspicion! ”

Luga knew that this was clearly Father Gankaro's personal statement, or that it was entirely improvised by him alone. But he was a priest and had the right to interpret the religion, not to mention that the soldiers around him were devout Christians and firmly believed that the doctrine could save them.

Of course, this makes Luga's status in their hearts far less high than that of Father Jangkaro, just because in their hearts, Father Jangkaro wants to have more interpretation of God than Father Gaga. Luga, on the other hand, may be just a one-sided Christian, and he has absolutely no right to interpret religion.

"Oh, I can't wait to shred them apart, my priest." Luga knocked on the newly carved cross on his helmet and said to Father Cancarlo: "Also last night I received a message from the Inheritor of St. Paul, the current Pope, Leo I, that we cannot wait any longer, because with time our enemies will grow stronger, and we will only send them out when they are at their weakest, so as not to make them too strong to deal with later." ”

As he spoke, Luga's gaze turned to Father Jancarlo, who was now in front of him, and he asked Father Giancarlo in a curious tone: "But Father, the question arises, do we say, do we believe in St. Peter, or in our Pope, Leo?" ”

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Father Cankaro was told that there was nothing he could do, he could only look at Lugargan and stare at him, now it was okay, if he insisted on his idea, that is, to say that Dalio's words to all the soldiers present did not count, but he was the Pope, the inheritor of St. Paul.

Didn't he know that Luga was lying? No, of course he knew, but he didn't dare to expose it, because Luga was Leo's trusted general, and he couldn't openly oppose Luga at this time. After all, without Luga's unified leadership, no one would have made it out of Britannia alive.

But Father Gankaro himself has found himself in a dilemma, and now no one dares to offend. He couldn't help but remember that before they set out, Pope Leo had warned them to be respectful to General Luga, because St. Paul had warned Leo Luga that it was rare to meet a general who could save the Holy See.

"Well, since it's the Pope's order, then follow the Pope's order."

Well, now Father Jankaro no longer had any excuses for himself, and he drew a cross out of thin air at Luga, and said to Luga: "May God and all the apostles in his kingdom bless you, Luga." ”

"Of course, Father Jankaro!"

Luga held the Eagle Banner of the Ninth Legion and looked around at the new soldiers, who looked at Father Jankaro, who was holding the Cross Scepter, and then at Luga, who was holding the Legion Eagle Banner.

Who to choose, this has become a tangled question in the hearts of every soldier present, but at the moment, the compromise with Father Jiangkaro and Luga directly moved out of Pope Leo. Now it seems that Luga is more credible, because he claims to represent Leo. Then they are following the will of the Pope and they are following Luga, and they have to obey Luga's absolute leadership.

"Okay!" Luga raised the eagle banner and let the golden eagle sweep over the heads of the soldiers in the front row, as if to remind everyone, especially the still obsessed ones, that the only supreme person here was Luga.

"I gave you a night to rest and sleep, and now you are full of energy, and of course, energetic soldiers must do their part."

The soldiers were silent at Luga's words, and they listened silently to Luga's teachings.

"But we haven't eaten yet!" One of the soldiers in the formation expressed his opinion.

"Oh, well," said Luga, shrugging his shoulders, to the soldier, "follow me, and we will enjoy our breakfast among the ruins of the Saxons." Of course, I can't wait! ”