"More than a month has passed, why can't you see any action from that eager Luga?"

At the end of the weekly service, the missionaries sat in a circle. It turned out that Luga, who couldn't wait for a day, didn't stand still for such a long time, and didn't care at all that he was likely to become the target of the tribes of Britannia in such a long time.

"Isn't this guy's patience a little bigger than he used to be?" Fr. Giancaro sat in the middle of the missionaries, his expression different from that of the missionaries around him, and he tried to show himself as calm and calm. Although he was now as concerned and speculative as the missionaries around him, who knew what Luga was thinking about inside the closed gate, the closed gate always kept them out?

Fr. Cankaro stretched out his hand to the Bible and stroked the rough paper, ostensibly reading the Bible without any influence from the outside world, but in his heart the "chicken soup" in the Bible had already deteriorated and moldy. For something more important lingered in his mind like a nightmare, and he struggled to speculate on the man's thoughts.

So how should we deal with it? After all, this group of believers is on our side. One of the missionaries said worriedly to Fr. Jankaro: "Flavis. It is likely that Luga realized that the problem was wrong, after all, for that massacre......"

"What a massacre! What kind of massacre is that! The mention of the massacre touched a sensitive nerve in Father Cankarlo, who interrupted the missionary and yelled at him, "They did it first, those damned old bastards who are so old that they can't even hold their swords...... They're damned, they should be killed! Father Jankaro said this coldly, and all the missionaries present could not help but shudder, they never imagined that the always kind Father Giankaro would become so hideous, like a demon in hell.

In the next second, Father Gankaro quickly realized his gaffe, and he quickly waved his hand to the missionaries: "That's all for today, go back, go back!" ”

When the missionaries left, Father Cankaro was the only one left in the tent. With the lack of popularity, the temperature here immediately dropped, provoking Father Jiang Carlo to quickly put on a sheepskin jacket.

After all, this place is not like the city of Rome, the climate is pleasant, the four seasons are like spring, it is located in a wild place, and the temperature is much colder than he imagined. How could a guy who grew up in Naples get used to such cold, the low temperature made him shiver, and he quickly tightened his sheepskin jacket and moved towards the fire that rose in the middle of the tent.

"Cave Pass!"

A falling sound, what fell? Father Jankaro looked down and saw that it was the Bible. This is a precious thing, and Father Jiangkaro's first reaction when he saw the Bible fall was not to bend down to pick it up, but to raise his head and look around, and after making sure that there was no one, he couldn't help but snort coldly, and then looked down at the Bible.

"Only a fool would take the doctrine inside as truth!" He whispered to himself, and then kicked the precious codex aside.

The training of the recruits was also completed in a surprise attack during the month, probably because of the sudden drop in temperature, and a cold wind blew, which made Luga shiver.

Fortunately, he was able to endure such cold, as long as it was not below zero, but the more than thirty new soldiers in front of him made him not know what to do. They were all local Romans, who had joined Luga's legions under the coaxing of Alcotte, and because of their mixed blood, it was difficult to see the characteristics of the Romans in them, and they were generally more like barbarians, barbarians who had been influenced by Roman culture since childhood.

"I could have recruited more soldiers into my army, but now ......," Luga couldn't think anymore, and the mountain of corpses burned in the fire for a whole week, and even the stone used for worship was burned and deformed. The smoke billowed like a "stone pillar" that reached the sky, and God knows how many unwilling souls ascended to heaven in this dark smoke and entered the "Valhalla" passed down by their barbarians.

At the end of the day's training, Andrew returned to Luga, sweating profusely, but still putting on his clothes to avoid the cold.

"There are too few of them." Andrew stretched out his hand towards the group of soldiers who were still on standby, and shook his head, "What can so many people do?" Not even a small tribe could take it, and we wouldn't be able to take Britannia at all. ”

"Now tribes within a radius of 100 miles or more know that I am a butcher in the truest sense of the word, and listen to what they say about me: slaughtering the elderly, eating babies." Lu Jia replied with a wry smile, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "Jiang Karo, you really gave me a big gift!" Luga clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, eager to rush out right now and rush to the camp of the Ninth Legion where Jiang Karo was and shredded this damn bastard to pieces.

"No, not now, at least not yet." Even though he was angry, Luga still kept a sense of reason, and he kept persuading himself in his heart to calm down his excited heart.

What he had to face now was an uncontrolled Ninth Legion, and he only had in his hands the Fourth Auxiliary Legion, which was not reorganized, and an auxiliary legion composed of prisoners of the Ba Gouda rebels, plus more than thirty people. How could an army with a total of less than 8,000 men be able to match the Ninth Army Corps, which had a total of nearly 10,000 men? Everything is moving towards a situation that is becoming more and more difficult for him to control, and the entire United Legion seems to be one but is actually falling apart, and he will gain nothing and even lose his own life if he continues like this.

"At least now, I'm not there yet, but it's fast, it's a problem that has to be faced, it's too serious!" Luga thought in his heart, and whispered to Malenius, who had been waiting behind him for a long time, "These thirty people have been incorporated into your legion, sorry, I really can't find any more!" ”

"Yes, it's better than nothing!" Malenius' face was stiff, but he could laugh.

Luga nodded at him, and then led Andrew out of the training grounds, hurrying towards the council tent in the center of the camp.

"You're finally here, my friend."

As soon as he opened the tent, Luga saw the familiar back, and a smile finally appeared on his solemn face, and the whole person relaxed a lot.

In front of his eyes, the man heard Luga's voice, and he slowly turned his head, yes, still such a familiar face, Arecio.

"It's only been a few days since I saw you, and you're a lot haggard." Arecio held a parchment letter in his hand, he picked it up with two fingers, gestured to Luga, and continued: "I learned that you are in trouble, and I came to take a look, indeed, this newly formed Legion of Christ is indeed a headache for you, this is not like you, you have never been so unprestigious. ”

"Oh, my friend, don't mention it." Luga smiled and brought a stool to Arecio and said to him, "I'm against God this time, let's get down to business, what have you brought?" ”

"A very reliable, but unbelievable piece of news." Arecio took the parchment into his arms and looked at Luga.