Andrew seemed to be moved, he didn't say a word, and listened quietly to Guy's words, it was rare to see him become so patient, maybe because Guy was his boss.

"Alright, you two obnoxious fellows." Chief Centurion Guy waved his hand at the two of us, his tone was obviously softened, and said, "You two have wasted too much of my time, I'm going to go and see what benefit that Littollio guy has given Aetius, and what is their task today?" When he had finished speaking, he tightened his cloak, coughed twice, and walked forward in the snow.

After all, he was the chief centurion, and his orders were not obeyed by Andrew, so I tightened the fur blanket beside me, and Andrew himself wore extremely thick clothes, so he didn't need anything else to keep out the cold.

We came to the spot where Andrew, and the snow and withered leaves along the way made the road very slippery, so the three of us had to support each other and carefully step on the road, all the way up.

After stumbling to the top of this hillside, the city and walls of Naworms were now visible, as well as the military formation of the Eighth Brothers-in-Arms Legion outside the city.

"Oh, look, this guy, Luga, you really didn't lie to me, Litollo this guy, it looks like he wants to gamble." Guy looked down on the distribution of the Eighth Legion and said thoughtfully.

I saw more than 3,000 people from the Eighth Brother-in-Arms Legion, all armed and lined up in a neat phalanx.

"It's hard to imagine," I muttered, "why do they still have a full rank, most of our soldiers are drawn from their legions?" ”

"Because of Big Sequanolen." Guy was a jack of all trades, and when he asked him anything, he knew everything, and he went on to say to me: "Octulon, that town north of the Alps, is not far from Ludinand, because of the abundance of iron ore, and the Burgundians have their sights on that treasure land, but there are probably so many Roman soldiers there that the Burgundians can't even count their women, and the Empire sends a steady stream of new recruits, all of whom come out are well-trained and heavily armed warriors." ”

"In other words, the mined ore is smelted on the spot to make armored weapons, and then the soldiers are armed, and then along the repaired road, first Ludinand, then Worms, am I right?" I asked him.

"Oh, Aurius, Luga, you know." Guy held out his index finger to indicate that this was very important, and said to me: "The soldiers of the Empire are not like the dozens of idiots you have seen in the taverns, although they do not have the same training as in the days of Caesar and Augustus, but the Germanic blood at least gives them an innate advantage. ”

"So, these guys you're talking about are rare?"

"Of course, Luga, there has never been, never since the founding of Rome, you know, we only have half an empire, and we have to deal with even more tricky bastards than the Suebi Celts before us."

Maybe it was too cold, a cold wind blew, and the chief centurion Guy shivered, and couldn't help but tighten the cloak on his body, and couldn't help but whisper: "Damn it, you should wear more." ”

I took off the fur blanket I was wearing and draped it over Guy's body.

"Oh, thank you, you guys still have such kindness?" Guy didn't excuse me, just teased me, and I didn't mean to be angry with his sarcasm, because he was already in the habit of sarcastic. He's used to it, and I'm pretty much used to it.

The walls of Worms were full of torches, and the Burgundians must have been caught off guard by the sudden pressure. The Eighth Legion was like a huge piece of building blocks, stepping out of the snow-stained white earth, with its sword unsheathed and its shuttle dart on its shoulder, but standing motionless, quietly waiting for the Burgundians to actively prepare for battle.

Waiting, the Burgundians set up rows of bows and arrows and aimed them at the Eighth Legion, and they were unmoved; On the hillside of the city of Worms, the trebuchets were pulled down, and the Burgundians were in full swing to light the stones, but the whole of Litolo's Eighth Army remained unmoved, and they stood silently. I wondered, why did they not attack, they did not retreat, they stood motionless in that slightly safe position?

"They missed the best opportunity to attack the city, I really can't understand what this Litollo is thinking in his head, let the goths make a fool!"

The chief centurion, Guy, could not understand either, and he cursed and pointed to the Eighth Legion under the city of Worms, and they stood there as if they were standing in a military posture to the Burgundians, and the armies on both sides stared at each other without saying a word.

"They're not cold either?" Without the blanket, I was now devastated, the wind was biting in the morning, the clouds were thick overhead, and it was snowing again, but as long as the Romans did not leave, the Burgundians would never let their guard down, and Litolho had no intention of leaving.

"Litollo is an idiot, he didn't even bring any ladders or siege cones with him, what did he want to do? Pray to God for the Burgundians to fall? Time passed slowly, Guy gradually ran out of patience, the two sides were so wide-eyed, the Romans did not attack, the Burgundian bow and arrow killing range was not enough to suffer the archer, not only the bow in his hand was tight, but the spiritual string was also tense for a moment.

"Perhaps, maybe they didn't want to attack the city in the first place?" I was almost unconscious, and I kept retreating in my heart, trying to beg Guy to say that we should go back, but I knew Guy's temper, and I was afraid that if I said this, he would kick me down the mountain.

"Alas, that makes sense!" Guy nodded again and again, that is, nodded again and again, and squatted on the spot without anything, draped in a fur blanket outside, and a cloak inside, it was not an ordinary warmth, I regretted that the compassion at that time should have allowed this killer to freeze, as long as this thing didn't open his mouth, no one could leave!

"That's not right! There must be some trick up to this Litolo! ”

Oh! It's this guy again, my tears are frozen, Guy this guy is coming to his senses again, I don't know what he found, the whole person stands up.

However, there is no change in the style of painting, and the more than 3,000 members of the Eighth Brothers-in-Arms Regiment are still motionless, and no orders have been given, because the horns are silent.

"Litollo bastard!" I sucked the snot that was about to run into my mouth, and secretly cursed Litollo in my heart, "This bastard has no regard for his soldiers, and this guy on such a cold day!" ”

"Ahh

I sneezed solidly! Fortunately, the distance was far away, and it seemed that no one heard the Litollio army in the distance, otherwise it would be troublesome.

"Damn! What are you doing! They didn't hear it, but Guy was startled, and he quickly leaned down and glared at me.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I'm not with you. Guy didn't say anything, glared at me, and continued to stare at the Eighth Legion's every move.

At noon, a horn sounded in the sky, but it did not look like an attack, and I saw that the more than 3,000 people of the Eighth Legion turned around en masse and walked in the direction of the camp.

"How, how?" Guy was stunned! He hesitated and wondered, "That's it, it's okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" I'm literally freezing to death!