"What's going on, what the hell is going on? They, they actually retreated. Andrew and his soldiers ran to the shore and looked at the Saxon dragon ship that had faded away into the jungle.

With them not only the joy and relaxation of the rest of their lives, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, at least today's battle, death has no chance of them. But it's more of a doubt, that is, in my heart I wonder that this is not like the usual Saxon style, unless they are exhausted and have no desire to fight, but they will never give in faster than the enemy.

"But why? They will run away here, in front of us. Andrew wondered in his heart, and after a long time, in the place where the Saxons had gone, he remembered a long trumpet.

"The sound of the trumpet, this trumpet, is the trumpet of the Romans!" Andrew, who has been in the army for many years, is familiar with the sound of such a trumpet, and of course he understands why the Saxons have just fled in a hurry.

"Andrew, Andrew!"

At this time, Luga came in a hurry with his people, and he asked Andrew, "Why, you have stopped the Saxon attack here?" ”

"Yes, General, yes, it's the Romans, our reinforcements have arrived!" Andrew turned to Luga and smiled.

"I hope so." Luga said, wiped the blood from his face, looked at the river, and continued: "Whether it is Berialius or other people who can't think of it, since they are all Romans, it is natural to put the etiquette in place. ”

After a while, only a huge Roman warship with rich decoration appeared in the direction of the Saxons' hasty flight at that time, and the warship moved forward unhurriedly, one after another, a total of more than fifty Roman warships appeared on the river of the Thames.

"Berialiu?" Luga meditated in his heart as he watched the Roman ships get closer and closer. But when he was closer, he could see clearly, because the gap between the ship and the fleet in which Berialius was located was too great. One in heaven and one on the ground, so to speak.

The ship came ashore, and the wooden staircase was slowly lowered in the busyness of the sailors, and the first to disembark was a soldier with a flag, wearing an iron helmet and brass cuirass, and holding it carefully in both hands, and the flag hung a cloth red Rabelan flag, and the head of the flag was a gold flower.

"Phalaenopsis." Andrew whispered from behind Luga.

"What did you say?" Luga turned back and looked at Andrew suspiciously. Andrew cleared his throat and continued: "It can be seen from the flag that this is the Phalaenopsis of the Second Fleet of Rome, the only remaining sea power of the Empire. It's just that I didn't expect that they would appear here near Italy no longer around, and it really doesn't know what their motives were? ”

Hearing this, Luga smiled, only to see him continue: "Since they are all Romans, then they are all our allies, at least their appearance drove away the Saxons attacking from the river for us." Luga picked up the cloak he was wearing behind him, wiped his bloody hands, and stepped forward with Andrew as he followed.

He was followed by a somewhat exaggerated Roman mantle, dressed in a purple cloak and wearing an elaborate helmet carved from iron and brass, on which the vertical horse was not made of animal hair, but of indescribable bird feathers.

He stepped off the ship unhurriedly, stepped on the ground, and raised his head so that Luga could see his cleanly shaved jaw.

"What an arrogant fellow." Luga thought so, but he couldn't show it on his face, and he looked down at himself, for he had just retired from the battlefield, and his armor and wolfskin shawl on his shoulders were stained with Saxon blood. It made Luga look very dirty, but it was unavoidable.

"Welcome, my Roman friend." Luga smiled and stretched out his hand to the richly decorated officer in front of him.

The officer didn't look at him first, but glanced around at the group of soldiers behind him, until he sensed that Luga's attire was more like that of an officer, and then he looked at Luga, of course, with a strange expression, as if he didn't expect to shake hands with Luga. But Luga reached out so kindly that he had to reluctantly agree.

"Oh yes, of course!" The officer hesitated for a moment, whether he had done a good job of fighting in his heart and stretched out his hand to fight with Luga, such a move was like a white horse passing through a gap, and he let go in a blink of an eye.

The officer's face was full of kind smiles, but this smile was a little unnatural no matter how it looked, and he hurriedly turned his back on the hand he was holding, and Luga guessed that it must be wiping away the filth he felt.

"I'm Flavies. Luga, the commander of this army. Luga smiled and introduced himself to the officer.

"Luga." The officer silently read Luga's name, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face, perhaps a remorseful faux pas, but the expression quickly faded from his smiling face. It seemed that he was sophisticated and looked like he didn't feel that this could not make him let go of the pride in his heart, and in the end his pride won.

He raised his head slightly, as he had just done, and said unhurriedly as he faced Luga, "Medeus. Sergius, commander of the Second Phalaenopsis fleet, is very honored, and it is probably God's guidance that we have come here in time to relieve you of your danger, and it seems that we have done it. ”

Then he turned again, pointed in the direction of the departure of the Saxon warship on the Thames, and said to Luga: "These blood-drinking beasts have gone from here, and they have disappeared as far as I can see, leaving only ripples on the surface of the water to prove that they have come, and they have seen me in a panic like turtledoves meeting eagles, and they have bled and gone all the way, and the blood has almost stained the ocean as far as I can see, and I have come here with the glory of God and Augustus, not to kill, nor to save, of course, I didn't come empty-handed. ”

So saying, Sergius took out a golden cross from his bosom, to which was a rope attached, and a rolled parchment was wrapped around it. Sergius handed the cross and parchment in his hand to Luga, opened his mouth and said, "Take it, read it, take it, read it!" ”

What a strange move, Luga looked puzzled, but still took the cross and parchment, it seemed that he followed Sergius closely for a long time, holding it in his hand, Luga could clearly feel Sergius's temperature.

Puzzled, Luga opened the parchment scroll, which was filled with Latin letters, and Luga read it carefully.

"Good words, this letter, this letter, full of the glory of God, I stand here and read the iniquity I have committed." Luga put down the parchment, sighed, and continued, "The river flows before us, day after day, but our progress is not as swift as expected, forgive me for not being as swift as a lion. ”

"You must be resolute and resolute, and you must not be distracted by others or wavered by others." Sergius said, stepping forward, and handed another parchment into Luga's hand, and slowly received: "Take it, this is your chance, go forward bravely, as cruel as a lion hunts, God will witness what you have done, and raise a glass to the victory that will come." ”