No one was killed, and the expressions of disappointment on the faces of the barbarians in front of them did not need to be concealed in the slightest, and they were all written on their faces. The double salary that was just said would be nothing.

"Hah! This is the regular army that has been fighting in the past is different from the mercenaries who come from the wild road! Guy turned back to them and waved them away, and one by one he hung his head and suffered defeat as if he had lost the battle. The trumpeter at the door didn't have any retention, one person and one dinaris, and so it was not a lot, but it could only be said that this guy named Guy was a very rich child, and the children of the landlord's family were not bad for money.

"Phew, fuck!"

Seeing this group of barbarians take the money from their eyes and slip away, the soldiers in our huge phalanx were unwilling. Not only the soldiers, but even the centurion standing in the first row gritted his teeth, put away his sword, and picked up the stones on the ground, although he was in the crowd, he could not escape Guy, whose eyes were as sharp as an eagle. Guy walked briskly, grabbed the centurion's wrist, and yelled, "Fool, this man is called by me, what kind of grievance do you have coming at me!" As he spoke, he knocked down the stone from the centurion's hand.

It wasn't until the back of the last barbarian disappeared outside the camp gate that Chief Centurion Guy let go of his hand, only to see the centurion return to the phalanx with an unhappy face, the soldiers kneading their shoulders and necks, and I was the same, the long grab almost numbed my hands, and when I put it down, I felt a warm current slowly rush into the veins in my arm, little by little, from top to bottom, until the tips of my fingers.

Pulling open the trouser legs, the outside of the two thighs to the calves are large and small bruises, just like the spots on the Dalmatian's body, as long as the slightest step, the two legs are as painful as if there are 10,000 needles piercing the ground, I thought that they have become like this, suffered a great sin, the chief centurion should let us go in such a critical moment. No! This brave chief centurion Guy said no to everyone when the soldiers were desperate for a break! All because before the camp gate was closed, a soldier in ordinary clothes, with a roll of parchment letters in his hand, ran in, and out of breath, trotted all the way to Guy's side, and handed him the parchment. Guy took it and opened it, and didn't read it carefully, but just glanced at it a few times, and judging from the way he read the words, he had a rough understanding of the meaning of the letter.

"Hey, Roman warriors!"

This damned chief centurion somehow found a broad oval shield in our hands at this time. I saw him raise his shield above his head, draw the iron sword pinned to his waist and slap it vigorously, making a violent sound to attract everyone's attention, the soldiers kneaded the red and swollen parts of their bodies, and looked at the chief centurion Guy in front of him, some of the soldiers' mouths were full of words, it must be praying to God to let Guy raise his noble hand and stop training. After a while, when Guy felt that he had attracted everyone's attention, he walked slowly to the stone pile in front of us, carrying his iron sword and broad shield, and looked around us. Everyone under the pile of rocks sweated, including me, of course, God knows what kind of ghost this guy with a bad stomach came up with to torture us, everyone is a veteran of the war, can you let it go?

"Phalanx, queue!"

Seeing Guy like this, then the training is not over, at least this is the desperate thought in the hearts of every soldier. It's the same with the centurions, the training hasn't stopped, so the team must not be lazy, since the chief centurion Guy is here, the only way is to reline the team and accept Guy's new training mission.

"Hum ......"

As if some conspiracy had succeeded, Guy looked at us, smirking evilly, as he paced back and forth on the pile of stones in front of us. I didn't bother to count how many people would have liked to see him fall out of the pile of rocks and gnaw mud, but Guy didn't. He stood on the pile of stones with his chest puffed up, looked down at us, and said in a deep voice: "O warriors of Rome! (I want to vomit just listening to this title, but this guy can't stop shouting!) You are veterans who have survived one battle after another, and I dare not say whether you were brave enough and decisive enough on the battlefield, but I have to mention that you are lucky enough! Of course, some of your usual training is inseparable! ”

As he spoke, the sinister and sly expression slowly disappeared from Guy's face, replaced by seriousness, solemnity, and a little bit of sadness (it's really not poetic, that expression really feels like that!). He continued: "The Battle of Nar, our Fourteenth Legion arrived, but this caused heavy losses to the murderous Goths, and the soldiers killed alone accounted for half of the entire legion!" Even we are like this, but what about the 7th Gemina Legion, which is the vanguard? Along with its auxiliary legions, the two surviving men of Wei II are now among you. ”

This is self-evident, the people around me have looked at the two of us, I know that they are all aware of the deeds of me and Andrew, but no one worships us, I don't know why.

"Ludinand! Ludinan Siege! Guy also emphasized the name twice: "Everyone knows how we got the city!" Although it is said that we rested in the rear and did not participate in the battle! But you all know, how many times did we attack the city? ”

"Eight times!"

A soldier replied under the pile of stones.

"That's right! Eight times! In this battle, the soldiers who besieged the city, whether they were impromptu conscripts or mercenaries, their corpses were tired enough to form a wall taller than Ludinand! Think about it, how many people have died in these eight attacks? ”

The soldiers were silent, they lowered their hands that were kneading the bruises, and without saying a word, silently stared at the chief centurion Guy in front of them.

"In recognition of those who shed their blood for the Empire, Aetius fulfilled his promise that every soldier who participated in the battle would be promoted to the main or auxiliary legions, because they were worthy of the legions, and they were worthy of such generous treatment, and those who were tired of war were given enough dinaris to go back to live a decent life, because that was what they deserved."

Guy then let out a long sigh and looked down at everyone in the audience with a solemn face.

"War, war does not stop! Ludinand is just the beginning! And the real target is Worms, the capital of the Burgundian rebels, the land south of the Rhine that belongs to the Empire! So we can't rest, we have to continue to go north! Keep the war going! War! What the barbarian Burgundians brought us, we will also give back doubly! Guy almost roared across the pile of stones, and every soldier below was still silently watching him, but his eyes were red and full of anger and hatred.

I had expected the soldiers to join Guy in shouting for revenge, but I was wrong, the distance between the hundreds of men was surprisingly quiet, and not a single one of them roared with Guy's roar, they were just silent.

If you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence. But I believe that they all chose the former, courage does not need to be spoken, only action is required!

After calming down for a long time, Guy slowly opened his mouth: "When you are faced with the choice between life and death, I hope you still remember that Rome is with you!" ”