Really, really, it was true that the Eighth Legion had been eyeing the Burgundians for an morning, and then swaggered back to camp under the eyes of the Burgundians.

"Oh, these damn bunches, what kind of physical work is this?" Chief Centurion Guy cursed all the way to the Chief Centurion of the Eighth Legion who had delivered him false information, "Son of a bitch, son of a bitch!" The more Guy scolded, the more angry he became, and threw my beloved fur blanket to the ground, and went into his tent without looking back.

"Oh, my heart!"

I didn't care about trembling, so I quickly jumped up and hugged my fur blanket and hugged it to my chest, kissing and kissing, touching and touching.

"Blanket, blanket, I thought I'd never see you again!" Holding the fur blanket that was still a little warm, I quickly draped it over my shoulders, and it was better, better, and I was so trembling that I didn't have time to say a word of nonsense to Andrew, and went straight back to my tent.

Sitting on the camp tent on the marching bed, covered with three layers inside and three layers outside, my numb body only showed a little warmth, but this warm current was like thousands of needles in my cold body, and the painful torture only lasted for a few seconds. My body started to receive this warm current at noon, and I tried to stand up and did a few simple warm-up exercises to feel more comfortable.

"Woo~"

It wasn't long before I heard a sharp whistle outside the tent.

"Damn, what's going on!"

This forced me to complain in my native language, which I hadn't used for a long time, but then I heard Guy's voice outside the tent.

"Fuck! All for Lao Tzu to come out and gather! ”

Yo? My curiosity immediately came up, what is it that makes this guy so angry? But at this moment, my stomach immediately began to scream, oh, please, no! I rubbed my hungry stomach and thought about what to do now that I hadn't eaten anything after a day.

"Call !!"

Guy started blowing again, this guy's lung capacity is really good, and he lasted for more than ten seconds.

Hurry up, hurry up! I quickly sucked off the snot that hung on my lips, held the fur blanket in one hand and the chain mail in the other, and ran out quickly.

It was snowing, and there seemed to be no sound around except for the sound of Guy swearing loudly in the middle of the camp and the gurgling of his feet on the snow.

I endured the cold, handed the fur blanket to Bliss to hold for me, then took off the Spada iron sword hanging from my waist and handed it to him, and put the chain mail on my body with great empowering, which was not a labor-saving task, and I had to be careful in the meantime, otherwise it would be troublesome to clip my hair.

"Quick, all wear thick and gather!"

Guy continued to shout, and the soldiers hurriedly took up their weapons and shields and lined up their phalanx.

"It's so cold!"

I draped the fur blanket over my body, and the horned helmet on top of my head swayed incessantly in the freezing weather. It shouldn't be that we are "standing guard", because we are in the first row, and the first thing I see is Guy's stinky face, and I can't help but have this question in my heart.

"Now, the military order has come down from above, saying that we are going to the city of Worms!" Guy put on a face, tightened the fur cloak on his body, and waited, this guy really has everything, and he can't freeze to death, this is the truth!

I groaned inwardly, tightened my fur blanket and walked out of our little camp with my hundred-man party leading the way, led by Chief Centurion Guy.

We were not alone in our journey, for the other brigades of the Fourteenth Twin Legion were already ready outside, and on the way I saw the Auxiliary Legion, which were still spear-and-shield men, still leading the way, and groping their way towards Worms through the snow under their feet.

By this time the footprints of the Eighth Army had been covered by the flying snow when the Eighth Army had come, and then we had set foot again, this time not to the end of the battle, but to blow the horn with great fanfare, lest the Burgundian would not hear or see.

With our great action, the walls of Worms were also crowded, and the Burgundians had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief, and the string in our heads tightened again.

"First Brigade, stop!"

By the time he approached the Burgundian archers, Guy must have calculated the distance, and he held the flag in his hand, and his left hand was stretched out to stop, and not only us, but also the second and third brigades behind him stopped.

"The line is open!"

Another order, and we obeyed the order and quickly pulled up the original vertical column into a horizontal column and stood behind Guy.

"Sir, do you know what's going on? Do you want to attack the city? Bliss asked worriedly, beside me, "I didn't dare look sideways at him because he had a human flesh smell in his mouth." ”

"No, no, no." I replied, "Only, we're going to have to stand for a long time." ”

Maybe I didn't know what I meant, but Bliss muttered a few words, and I didn't hear what he was saying.

The Burgundians were ready, and they twisted their bows and strings, and watched our every move with great interest, but they were so tired that we did not do anything to doubt us except to stand still and count their heads on the wall.

As time passed, perhaps they were tired too, and many of them loosened their bows and arrows, wiped off the snow covering the city walls, and put their hands on them, looking at us with a bored expression.

"Legion!"

The Chief Centurion Guy saw their slackness, and he drew his iron sword and raised it into the air and roared at the walls of Worms. My heart thumped, it's broken, could it be that this grumpy guy wouldn't be so arrogant to attack!

Guy's actions frightened the Burgundians, and their archers nearly stumbled on the walls, and there was another commotion, and they turned their bows and arrows back at us.

Ironically, Guy roared like this, and there was no more to follow, he carried the military flag, tightened the fur cloak on his body, and began to rub his hands.

The Burgundians must have been coerced, and I saw from afar that they were arguing incessantly on the walls, and the voices could be heard clearly from a distance of a hundred meters. I think they must be arguing about what kind of medicine the Romans sold in their gourds.

"Hold on." Guy walks back and forth in front of our eyes, and we can swing around the line at will, which is all about shaking away.

As soon as the Burgundians on the walls slackened slightly, Guy roared, provoking them to keep the arrow ready to go. We were much more relaxed in the city, and as long as we weren't sitting, we could even get together and chat.