After a short rest of three days, early in the morning, the horn of the assembly sounded, which meant that the assembly would go to the battlefield again.

I really couldn't tell how disgusted I was with the sound of the damn horn, and I got up slowly, and the pull of my muscles made the wound on my chest look like it was being forced to heal, but it still hurt faintly inside.

Using a stick as a crutch, I slowly walked out of the tent, and the first thing I saw was Briss, who was holding a suit of chain mail in his hand, which was supposed to be mine, but it was cleaned.

"Put it on, sir, we're going to go!"

Brice whispered, and I listened to him, opening my arms as he carefully put the chain mail on mine at the same time. The feeling of restraint from my body made my wounds ach at first, but it was over by gritting my teeth.

Andrew is a very good soldier, at least a lot better than me, and the soldiers who had been lazy and lazy under me had become orderly in his hands in only three days. I went to see, well, the Romans did not pay attention to the consciousness of size and neat arrangement, and their procession can be seen as "horizontally like a ridge with peaks on the side, far and near, high and low." That's a fitting description. They were busy with their own hands, wrapping their shields in cloth bags and carrying them behind their backs, preparing for the expedition.

"Luga."

When I was helped by Briss, I came to Andrew's side, who turned his head and called my name, "We're about to go, but you're still wounded." ”

"So I don't have to go, can I?"

As soon as I heard the words that I knew I was a wounded soldier, I was thrilled.

"No!"

Andrew replied faintly, "I'll get you a carriage, and you can sit on it and follow us!" ”

I saw a small carriage swaying in front of me, and the old coachman with a white beard on it looked at me and did not forget to take off his hat and salute me slightly, and then laughed, revealing his mouth with only a few teeth. I looked down at the reins in his hand, and oh, the poor old horse, the skinny Leba bones were clearly under the fur, and he looked crumpled and looked powerless, and I really couldn't figure out where Andrew's got this guy from. I don't bother to ask in detail, I might as well face this horrible fact directly.

"Well, I hope this old fellow can see the road ahead."

I sadly climbed into the carriage with Briss's help, but it wasn't over yet, and then came up with bags of kale, green onions, and cereal, damn! That's when I suddenly realized that this was a cart for food, and Andrew had found me a broken cart for food!

Seeing the barrels and burlap bags accumulating, I was soon squeezed into the front of the carriage and sat beside the old coachman.

"Good morning, my lord!"

The old coachman showed his crumbling yellow teeth, which were as yellow and long as his old horse, and he smiled at me, and did not forget to take off his broken straw hat to me. As soon as he spoke, he breathed a breath that almost suffocated me. I could only smile and nod at him, and then tilted my head to the side, if I had said a few more pleasantries to him, I was afraid that I would have fallen out of the car.

"Okay, Luga, why are you looking at me with such an expression, give!"

Andrew said as he handed over a centurion horned helmet.

"Andrew, let me ask you, is there a forest ahead?"

"Yes?" Andrew replied as he looked at me suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong?" Luga. ”

"Then do you feel like I'm dying too late!"

I pushed the horned helmet away and reprimanded Andrew, "I'm already sitting in the car, you can give me another horned helmet for such a big goal, what will they think if there are Burgundians in ambush in the woods?" I'm going to put it on and shout to them again: Come on, hit me, I'm a centurion! ”

Andrew thoughtfully withdrew the horned helmet, looked back, and then turned to me and asked, "Why don't I give it to Fermio?" ”

"Fermio!"

I immediately remembered this guy who peed his pants in my head, and I couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this guy dead?" Damn, this kid's life is really big! ”

As I spoke, I saw the boy in the crowd, who was completely unaware of my conversation with Andrew, and was looking around blankly, so I can imagine that the news of this departure was a bolt from the blue for him.

"That's good! That's him! ”

When I thought that this guy was also a fool when he encountered the real thing, I was relieved to hand over my helmet to him, anyway, I felt sorry for my helmet, this guy, I think so many winds and waves have come, and it will not capsize in the small gutter.

Everything seemed to be ready, and I steadied myself in the wagon, and the procession set off slowly under Andrew's orders, and I, too, staggered behind the troops in the wagon.

At the moment, it can be regarded as the first brigade of the 14th Twin Regiment, because we have lost the military flag. The remaining two centurians (one engraved with the Iron Cross, one for me and Andrew) followed behind the large force of the Twins.

This is indeed a humiliating matter, because we have been the leader of this legion when the chief centurion Guy is still alive, but now, I am afraid that we are not worthy of shoes.

Strange as it may seem, since Guy's whereabouts were unknown, three days have passed since two centurians like me and Andrew lost half of their personnel, and there has been a long time since they were replenished with soldiers. This is not at all the same as his previous style, could it be because of Anthony's pressure? I asked myself, sitting alone in a carriage that shook like it was about to fall apart, trying to guess what Aetius and the others were thinking. After all, if you live above the temple, you will worry about the people, and if you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the king. In different positions, I have different thoughts and different worries, and I can't synchronize them, which is why I am so clueless.

Not only was it tiring to speculate on other people's thoughts, but it was impossible to think about it, and the wound in my chest was enough to torment me, and I didn't want to have a headache that would overwhelm me. I leaned on a cart of cloth bags behind me with my head in my hands, and the old coachman beside me was silent, bowing his head and quietly driving his old friend, the old coolie who had gone through a lot of labor. Proceed unhurriedly on this winding and rugged dirt road, keeping pace with the soldiers marching ahead.

"Goo-goo-goo......"

The trumpeter Bliss blew the trumpet of the marching pace, and Andrew and the hundred-man team beside him couldn't help but tighten their bags and quicken their pace when they heard the trumpet.