With such a hasty division, Andrew and I were divided into the first array in such a vague way. I don't know whether to be happy, or to be sad, to complain or whatever, but Andrew is very unhappy because he can't prove himself again. Obviously holding the banner of the Gemina Legion, but I still don't believe it's true.

Holding this flag and hanging weakly in front of him, I think Andrew's heart is also full of mixed feelings at this time, how to prove himself? I'm afraid that the officers and soldiers at the bottom are powerless.

I estimate that there are more than 1,000 mercenaries here, and under the rough division of the soldiers, we quickly gathered into a makeshift phalanx. The next step was to distribute weapons and equipment, and we saw several huge carriages appear behind us, the doors of which were open, and the soldiers inside threw the iron swords and shields in the carriage to the ground at will.

"Rob!"

The unarmed mercenaries' eyes lit up at the sight of the weapon, and one by one they rushed forward like wolves, desperately fighting for the equipment that was obviously large in number but always felt insufficient.

"Hey, I said sir!" I saw a soldier waving the big round shield in his hand and throwing a weapon down the cart and complained: "Why are they all weapons, and the armor that was guaranteed at that time?" ”

"What armor?"

The soldier in the carriage snorted coldly: "I'm sorry, we are only responsible for your weapons, don't you still give you seventy-five denaris, try those ones and see if you can buy a better armor!" Besides, you are not regular soldiers of the Empire, why do you need armor! ”

Ha, the mercenary's face was blue and purple for a while, and when he saw that the people around him only cared about his own weapons, he didn't respond to his opinion at all, so he had to eat this deflated, and he took the equipment he grabbed and withdrew from the crowd in frustration.

"Luga, give."

Just as I was watching the play, Andrew coldly squeezed out of the crowd in front of him, and he had a lot of good guys in his hands. He handed me one of the large round shields and an iron sword.

"Look, this is the Spada's Iron Sword, the standard for the Imperial Legion." Andrew said triumphantly: "I specially found a few sharp ones, the weapons here have been put for a long time, look at the rust on them!" ”

"Andrew, but we have a sword, there is no need to take such a defective goods."

"Luga, one more guy is a little more chance to live, you can take it!"

Following Andrew's advice, I pinned the sword to the right side.

"Alright, you barbarians who have no rules, come back and line up!"

Martinius, the richly dressed governor of the podium, went down and was replaced by an old officer who was old but in high spirits. Gray hair, a somewhat thin body supported by a brass muscular cuirass with no other decoration, and an iron horned helmet on top of his head, the red cloak represented that the veteran's status was not ordinary. In the same situation, the old fellow's clothes supported his pride, and I saw him hold his head high before us, and with that horned helmet like a rooster.

I don't know where this sacred, he still frightened many people with such a roar, and the "barbarians" in the audience stared at this old guy with big eyes, without saying a word, quietly waiting for the old guy's next speech.

"Now, seventy-five denares for everyone, twenty-five denaris for the next week, take it and go!"

This was the plot that everyone was looking forward to, and soon soldiers with huge wooden boxes came out, and bags of Dinaris were handed over to each of our mercenaries. These strong men with money weighed the heavy money bag, and they all showed happy expressions.

"That's too high."

Andrew held the money bag and said with some dissatisfaction: "We regular army don't have such a generous treatment, but we can make money like this if we change to mercenaries, Luga, I promise, after being a mercenary for a year, we can both buy a noble title!" ”

"There must be brave men under heavy money."

I said casually, and without taking a detailed inventory of the Dinaris in the purse, I pinned it to the belt around my waist, for there was no need for it, and I would not be able to spend it on the battlefield, and perhaps the silver coins that would normally look incomparably precious would become a burden to myself.

"Praise be to Rome! Praise your majesty! ”

The paid mercenaries cheered loudly, and of course their praise and cheers were all based on the pockets full of Denaris.

In the face of the cheers and cheers of the thousands of "barbarians" in the audience, the old man on the stage did not have any joy or other expressions, and with a cold face, I even wondered if he was a facial paralysis, or if he had experienced too much life and death and became numb.

"Let's go!"

The old man waved his hand, and the trumpeters in the audience immediately blew the horns, and with the sound of the horns, the soldiers in leather armor blew the whistles hanging on their chests, and led a temporary phalanx to slowly walk towards the city gate.

Along the way, onlookers crowded the pavement on both sides of the street. Watching us pass by with expressionless faces, only the children who yearn for military life are smiling, running and cheering along the street with us, or they are disgusted that most of us do not have the handsome armor they imagined, but some of the most common coarse cloth clothes, and some of us are even naked.

To say that the eye-catching is Andrew, the children's admiration is mainly concentrated in his bright and beautiful flag, which is also admired by many passers-by, but their topics are all gathered in the pure gold spearhead and the six silver discs. This is a real Legion flag, but with the fall of the Gemina Legion, it has become a veritable imitation.

Walking out of the city gates, along the wide road, along the way there were trumpeters with large horns, following us with a very rhythmic trumpet, I looked left and right and Andrew and I knew that this was the standard pace, but look at the random people, who were only interested in admiring the scenery along the way, and turned a deaf ear to the trumpet of the standard pace. It was as if it were not a march, but a large, exhilarating fulfillment.

"Keep in line! Since you have taken the commission of the Empire, then you are soldiers of the Empire! Now, look like a soldier! ”

When I turned around, it turned out to be a cavalryman, who rode a warhorse of color and fur and ran back and forth around the ranks, reminding the phalanxes from time to time to keep their ranks intact. Of course, their role is not so simple, the spears in their hands are for those guys who want to run after taking the money!

"Hey! The two of you. ”

As he was moving forward, he heard only a call from around him. When I turned around, I saw a naked man behind my left hand looking at me and Andrew giggling vigorously, the perennial unwashed grease was draped on both sides of his head like two rags, the nose like a sponge made people look sick, and what was more characteristic was that he smiled and showed his moth-eaten yellow teeth, oh my God, how can there be such a person in this world!

"I said, where did you get this iron sheet from here?"

The strong man spoke, and the voice was like a mouthful of thick phlegm in his mouth that I couldn't spit it out, and I didn't dare to turn back when I heard it, for fear that he would spit it out on my face as he spoke.

"Scavengers,"

I turned my head back and said perfunctorily, "Just outside the city of Nar, up the river, where the armor on the corpses is enough to equip all of us." ”

"Ha, it turned out to be a rag picker, I said why is this body so neat! I thought it was someone in the army who was watching us! Take me to see it when you want, and I don't know what kind of treasure you guys have picked up, oh, look at this dead popularity, it's not good for me to speak. ”

"Hahaha......"

Not only is his phlegm throat unpleasant, but his speech is disgusting to death, and I simply ignore his sarcasm, which is not funny. But Andrew, who was on the side, lowered his head and pressed his right hand tightly on the hilt of the sword. I patted him, just because I was afraid that if I talked about the military flag, I thought Andrew was going to kill.

"Hey, you scruffy barbarian, can't you stop your mouth when you walk?"

"Oh, yes sir."

Thankfully, the patrolling cavalryman was attracted by the laughter, and he angrily scolded the phlegm throat, forcing him to shut his foul mouth. The guy stuck out his tongue in disbelief, and the lesson did quiet him.