In Taraco, Matteorius, who had been doing nothing here for more than a year in the name of recuperation, couldn't help it. I want to go home secretly, but I am afraid that this will be a few months, and I may come back and see Luga sitting there in the command hall of his barracks and staring at him with a group of officers.

When the time comes, he will leave the army without authorization, not to mention, he will not be able to explain to his old man if he loses the position of the legion commander that he finally won over, after all, this is also his own soldier, and it is unrealistic to bring it back, so it is a pity to lose it to death.

"Ha, if it weren't for Lu Jia's sealing of such an officer position, I wouldn't be able to stay here." This is what he constantly bragged about in the brothel to the women who served him, because only in this way could he excel among the nobles and gain the affection of more mistresses.

The soldiers under his command are usually a lot more casual about the training itself, because the commander at the head is a second ancestor, and he is not willing to do anything laborious except for the man-making movement. Where does this come from training soldiers to become a force capable of fighting?

Matteorius had no other feats here, and after Malenius and Berialius led most of their army away, Luga's field army in Iberia was left with only his troops.

This legion, named after Luga himself, can be regarded as earning Luga enough face, first squandering military pay to go to those humble brothels to enjoy the women of the country. Or swaggering down the streets in armor and drunk, singing obscene songs and whistling at the women who do the laundry.

This was already a sight to behold in the streets of Tarraco, and they were not afraid at all, because their own commander was no better than that.

Probably with the same smell, Matteorius befriended a large number of young nobles here, who spent their days mingling, drinking and playing with beautiful women. lives a life of luxury and decay, but what is Matteorius afraid of?

"Oh my God, I really have to mention my great exploits!" Matteorius held a wine glass in his right hand and a topless woman in his left hand.

He shouted loudly to shut up the noble children in front of him, because he was about to start telling his thrilling story.

"You must be wondering why a bastard like me could become the commander of a legion named after Soldier Captain Luga." Matteolius couldn't help but burp as he spoke, and the smell of alcohol gushed out, so that the woman who pressed her chest against him couldn't help but cover her nose and not smell the unpleasant smell.

In this gap where he didn't speak, an obese nobleman who could be described as bloated slapped the table, pointed at Matt Aurius and said with a smile: "Oh, Matt, because that guy named Luga is a bastard more than you!" ”

Such words caused everyone present to burst into laughter, what did they care? They don't care about anything!

"Well, I heard that Luga is nothing more than a wild boy from the village outside the city of Nar."

"yes, I heard that he was originally from the 7th Gemina Legion."

"Isn't that Aetius' troops?"

"Yes, the Goths should have been annihilated by the Nar, and I heard that only Commander Litollo survived."

"And how did he survive?"

"Maybe I'll run away when the battle starts."

"Ha, poor coward!"

As soon as the conversation box is opened, all kinds of remarks come one after another, and these rich children don't care whether the news is reliable or not, they like to peep at the leopard in the tube, and then use a sentence or two or something they don't know the specific situation to evaluate a person in a partial way.

The whole article is confused, and when you open your mouth, you are a bastard! But who cares, talking and slandering is nothing more than for their own pleasure, so who will defend a stranger who is far away!

"Haha, to tell you the truth, if it weren't for me, he Flavis. Luga could not have been today, and probably died outside the city of New Carthage! At that time, there were tens of thousands of barbarians, and I couldn't see the end of the sea outside the city, but my courage was as indestructible as thunder and lightning in the hands of the god of thunder! ”

Saved the dignified soldiers, how can they not be loved and admired by women who have never seen the world, but Matteorius has no scars on his body, which inevitably disappoints them, but it doesn't matter, it's good to have money.

Matteorius drank glass after glass as he hugged his arms and enjoyed the glitz and glamour of what he should have been tired of with his noble children. Unbeknownst to him, late at night, the door of Tarraco was quietly opened, and the soldiers on the night shift were standing tremblingly on both sides of the road, watching a team of centurions stride in.

Although they were numerous, the sound of walking was not at all as good as the sound of the nobles seeking pleasure in the middle of the night. The long procession did not stop along the way and went straight in the direction of the barracks.

It wasn't until the barracks in Talaco were filled with people that the officers of the garrison were informed that there were new troops moving in. He hurriedly put on his clothes and ran down, only to see that the open space was full of soldiers, each with a torch in his hand, and the whole barracks was lit up as if it were day.

"What people! What people! ”

Such a battle made the officer panic for a while, and he beckoned a few soldiers accompanying him to give himself courage, and ran down with a loud voice.

Unexpectedly, just after the last step of the stairs, this man received a solid blow with a military stick before he could stand firmly.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold which daring guy had beaten him, he raised his head and looked at it, and the officers led by him were all wearing wolf skin shawls.

The man who beat him was a tall German, still weighing the baton, watching him murderous.

This outfit was incredible, and he hurriedly lowered his head in amusement and listened to the fall.

"What about Matteorius?" The shorter officer standing in the middle asked him.

"He, he—" The guy didn't know how to answer, because he didn't know where Matteorius had gone.

"Matt." A nobleman's son came in from outside, and because he saw the large group of people going to the city again, he hurried back and reported: "Is there something wrong, I see a lot of soldiers on the street." ”

"Soldiers? Ha, you must have drunk too much! Matteorius exclaimed, "In Tarraco, who do I see who dares to wander the streets except my warriors?" ”

The revelry continued, and the children of the nobles put their arms around their beautiful mistresses and flirted with amorous words, and Matteorius began to be in a trance after a few glasses of wine, and in a moment of dizziness, he saw a large group of soldiers rushing in.

"Who the hell is so bold?" Matteorius said in a daze, not expecting these guys to come at them.

The fellows had no mercy on them, grabbing Matteorius' mistress by the arm and pushing her away, and the poor dusty woman screamed and fell five or six meters away.

With the strength of the wine, these "fearless" noble children stood up and tried to resist, but when they saw the iron sword drawn in the soldier's hand, they did not dare to be presumptuous.

Probably seeing that these people were not coming for themselves, they were meek like little sheep hiding aside, watching Matteorius being pressed out by the five flowers, and secretly wondering what was going on? Anyway, there are no people in this city who dare to touch Matteorius, except for an accident, or a mutiny?

Such a real sword and gun can scare this group of second ancestors into a cold sweat, and they no longer dare to be presumptuous at will!