"Oh, come on, Andrew, the flesh is numb!" I laughed at Andrew because the expression on his face as he held the parchment love letter was so funny, but instead of blushing, Andrew showed off to me.

"Oops!" Andrew sighed, and poked out the letter that Quinta had written to him from his arms, deliberately leaning in front of his nose and sniffing it fiercely, maybe the smell of the messenger's sweat made him intoxicated by it, this damn guy, I can hold back the disgusting thing itself, but I can't stand the deeply intoxicated expression and behavior of a person.

"Hmm!"

I felt like my whole stomach was cramping, and I wanted to vomit but I couldn't vomit anything, so I had to endure it in pain.

"Huh, boring fellow!" Probably seeing that I couldn't reach out, Andrew didn't think so, he must have insisted that I was jealous of what he had. He carefully put the parchment back on his chest, and kept the Phimio very carefully written.

"Oh, that girl named Quinta must be very pretty."

At this point, the young man interrupted my memories again, and I looked back at him, who seemed very interested in my story, or rather in the path of Andrew's relationship.

"Oh, oh."

I replied again and again, and said to him with a smile, "This girl named Quinta is almost twenty years older than you." ”

"But she's still a rare good girl, isn't she?"

The young man in front of him became more serious, he stared, and looked me directly in the eyes without evasion, "Andrew didn't have an exact location at that time, did he?" She could still do whatever she could to get the letter there, at least loyally, wouldn't she? ”

"Loyalty." The word struck my heart like an electric current, and spread through the veins throughout my body, and I lowered my head, and for some reason, just whispered: "Yes, this loyal Roman woman is not at all like those innocent and romantic ladies who indulge in the world of flowers." "I can't help but think of the Colosseum in Rome, the humble gladiators who could only please the spectators by fighting, who won the match and became the heroes of those women, countless noble ladies fell under their crotches, and the cells where they were held became the place of private meetings, and in order to fulfill their dreams of heroic beauty, they did not hesitate to betray their husbands, so they had countless illegitimate children. Of course, the same is true for men who are nobles, and who have a private relationship with a beautiful slave girl or other noble ladies have to fight with their wives in terms of illegitimate children.

"But, young man." I then smiled at him and retorted, "Actually, the men are not much better." ”

"It's different!"

He shook his head firmly and said to me: "Now that the war is in chaos, all the men have gone to the battlefield to protect the country, you are a soldier for many years, you should know where these men went, what they met, and where they were buried. But look at the city of Rome! Those families where men left home on expeditions, and the men ran away for more than two years, and the noble women did not dare to speak out, but what about the commoner women? I was pregnant with a child! Now you look at the pregnant women on the street, do you go and ask them if their husbands have come back? Who is unfaithful to whom, therefore, to the wife of Lord Andrew, Quinta, such a woman is even more precious! ”

I didn't know how to refute his words, but I felt the armor on my chest, on which there were two women carved, and my fingers slowly ran over their cheeks, and when I closed my eyes, it felt as if I had really touched their own faces.

It's a test and a curse! If one party's feelings fade or leave forever, it means that fate is broken, and it is not a matter for the other party to find spiritual sustenance that cannot be tolerated. It's just to see if you can get out, or if you fall into it forever and can't extricate yourself.

"It's war, isn't it? This is war, the moment you step on the battlefield, life and death seem to be equal, because everyone will face death, and it doesn't make a difference between the front and the back. I patted my armor, looked up at the dark roof, and said to the young man, "We're done with Andrew's love letters, and now let's talk about the soup that Briss cooked, which is probably the first and last meal I've ever eaten from him......"

"The soup is ready! The soup is ready! Bliss shouted excitedly, and the listless soldiers around him suddenly came to their senses as if they had been electrocuted at that moment, put down the work they were doing to kill time, and formed a line in front of Bliss with bowls in hand, waiting for Bliss's distribution.

"Come, one bowl per person, this time the meat tube is full!"

Bliss looked very happy, and he carefully took the empty bowl that the soldier had handed him, and handed it back with the large spoon full of soup, and saw that there were many pieces of meat in the bowl besides carrots and cabbage, and the soldier was very happy, and took a piece of bread from the table of the cauldron, and found a quiet place to feast on it.

The hungry soldiers couldn't bear it anymore, and they stretched out their bowls one after another to ask Briss to fill them, and Briss also took a lot of effort, taking the bowls one by one, and handing them back one by one.

Ten minutes passed, and it was not until the last soldier left with a bowl full of noodle soup that Bliss let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his head with a towel. He turned his head to me and smiled at me: "Sir, there are still some here, otherwise, we will divide the two!" ”

"Okay!"

Rubbing my belly, which had begun to growl, I nodded in agreement, and quickly ran back to my tent to take out the wooden bowl that I usually eat and handed it to Briss, who was also powerful, he gave me a big bowl, and the meat on it was still bubbling with oil!

I took the bowl, only to hear Brice leaning over and whispering to me, "How's it going, sir?" I deliberately left the fattest meat for you to taste and think it was delicious, then I will make it in the future! ”

This guy is really going to be a sycophant! I shook my head helplessly, but the fat in the bowl really made me want to stop, so I ignored Briss and quickly picked up a spoon, scooped out a piece of meat, and put it in my mouth to chew carefully. This taste can't be said to be a delicacies of the mountains and seas, but this meat is really good, even better than the pork and beef with oil, but I have never eaten such meat.

"Briss," I stopped chewing and asked him, "what kind of meat do you say this is?" ”

"Venison, it's venison, sir!" Briss replied very simply, presumably he didn't know what kind of meat it was, and then he asked me, "Sir, how is it, is it delicious?" ”

"Well, that's good!"

I nodded in response, turned my back and looked at the meat in the bowl suspiciously, there was nothing peculiar, I tried to chew it twice, and finally it dawned on me, I took advantage of Briss's inattention, and quickly spit out the meat in my mouth.

"Impossible, impossible!" I whispered over and over again, "Venison isn't this feed, what kind of meat would it be?" ”

At that moment, I suddenly remembered the corpse in that place, and we just left it on the side of the road, don't we?

I immediately held myself back, stopped thinking about it, handed the bowl to one of the soldiers, and said to him, "You can help me eat, I have no appetite." ”

The soldier took it with both hands as if he had found a treasure, and ate it with great gusto, and I did not dare to look at it more, so I fled from the camp quickly.