Agripphi, which had been slowly recovering under a largely calm situation, did get some peace of mind under the strong protection of the border line, but there were still many abandoned houses.

Even so, life is moving in a good direction, and those who have been able to survive the aftermath of the catastrophe have breathed a sigh of relief during this time.

One of the dark things that is always out of step with the vibrant city is the underground prison.

Here, the cruelty of human nature is unreservedly unreserved, and the screams of the poorly tortured beings are incessantly heard, which is characteristic of this dark underground, and of course, the cruel methods of criminal law are mainly against barbarian spies, as well as deserters.

"What's your name?"

"Hans, my lord, my name is Hans."

"Why didn't you form a defense when the barbarians crossed the river and inform the nearest field regiment of this?"

"Oh, my lord, have mercy on me, old man. It's hard to imagine how many of them, in the thousands, and they filled the whole river so much that it was so frightened that it stopped flowing, and even made way for them to pass. Old Hans was so frightened that he knelt there and shrunk into a ball, and from the next cell there was the sound of whipping and the wailing of the beaten, and the old man's body trembled with the whipping.

His face was full of sobs, and his whole body shook like a sieve stripped of wheat bran. "For the Virgin's sake, my lord, I beg your forgiveness, after all, I was so scared, really, I, I don't even know what I did at that time, yes, there were too many of them."

Old Hans's plea for mercy was not forgiven by the officer who interrogated him, and it could even be said that there was not the slightest hint of sympathy in his grim expression.

"Hans, you old fellow, I think you should understand your situation, too." The officer who interrogated him seemed very calm, and his calm tone made Hans feel that he was not human at all, and generally did not know mercy. "But as you know, although you are old, you are still a soldier, and because your cowardice has made mistakes, you should pay the price for what you have done."

The officer of the trial spoke unhurriedly, and the executioner next to him was also unhurriedly sharpening his bright sword, although such a heavy thing was not so convenient on the battlefield, but it was too easy to cut off people's heads.

Hans is also an old man, and his rich experience has brought him that punishments like beheading are naturally commonplace, but he coldly watched others die with a knife in their hands. This thing doesn't hurt or itch, at most I was scared at the moment I cut it down, but now it's different, when I realize that I'm about to become the protagonist of this, the scariest thing in life is to know when I die but I can't do anything about it.

"Bang dang!"

There was an impatient knock on the door, and the dim room instantly became bright, and when the interrogating officer turned around, he was startled at first when he saw the man entering the door, and then hurriedly got up, stood aside, and saluted the officer who came in.

"Your Excellency." The officer said loudly.

Hans looked at the officer in gorgeous armor in front of him and was so frightened that he couldn't speak, he was not young, he couldn't say that he had seen the provincial count or anything, but the duke in the city also walked through the edge, if he expected, then the person in front of him must be the Duke of Agrippena, Catus.

"Dada, my lord, my lord." Seeing Catus come in, Hans quickly stood up and looked at Catus in front of him with a trembling look.

"Hmm."

Even though the old man behaved pitifully, Catus only snorted coldly, and he turned to look at the judge officer and asked, "What are you going to do with this fellow, my friend?" ”

"Kill him, my lord." The officer on trial replied bluntly.

"No, no, no, now you have to change your mind, my friend." Catus shook his index finger at the Inquisitor, and the expression on the Inquisitor's face was understandable.

"I don't understand, sir." The Inquisitor's face was full of incredulity.

"Now the plans have changed, my friend." As he spoke, Catus came unhurriedly to Hans and whispered to Hans, "Look at you, old man frightened by death. ”

Catus seems to have come by training as an interrogator and is adept at scaring people. He was just speaking in a normal tone, at least what he thought was his own, but to Hans's ears, a chill was rising down his spine.

"You have a way to keep you alive now, old man." Catus said with a gloomy face and a cold face: "Now the Belgian garrison Duke Ankus is following the order of Augustus and let us integrate a few field regiments to teach the invading barbarians a good lesson, compared to the familiar environment, we need a reliable guide to guide our soldiers the way, of course, the destination is not far away, it is the post where you were at the time, after all, the normal road can no longer be walked." ”

As soon as he heard that he was going back, Hans's mind could not help but think back to the time when the barbarians had forced their way across the river, and he could not help but tremble. This is clearly a dead end, go back, it is not clear how many barbarians there are, if there is a conflict with the enemy, I dare not think about it. But now sitting here, he couldn't help but look up at the giant sword that had just been polished, this sword was not very opened, and if it was cut down like this, it must be ugly to die.

Old Hans swallowed, looked at Catus, and nodded heavily.

The soldiers of the field regiment, who had been defeated by the barbarians, regrouped in the town square, and reorganized here, finally gathering an army of 3,000 men, but the eyes of many of them were full of confusion and confusion.

After a short pause, Catus said a few words of nonsense that seemed to boost morale, and he personally led the extremely reluctant fellows on the road to the battlefield.

The forest after the heavy snow was bitterly cold, and the howling cold wind was like the slow roar of a predatory beast, and the endless woods in sight except for the snow.

The cold wind blows on the face, like a sharp knife sweeping across the cheek, cutting the ground and the skin of the face hurts.

"Disperse the formation!"

The officers in front greeted the soldiers, and for fear of being discovered by the barbarians, the trumpeters could only wrap the horns in a thick layer of sheepskin.

Endless trees obscured their vision, making it difficult for them to predict what lay ahead. There are also evergreen pine and cypress trees, whose messy branches obscure their view.

"Oh my God, damn it!"

One of the officers behind Hans cursed angrily, rubbing his hands red from the cold.

The temperature in the woods in winter is frighteningly low, and it is difficult for anyone to withstand such cold.

"Don't give up, keep going! Keep moving! From time to time, the officers who walked in front shouted behind them to cheer the soldiers, but they did not notice a pair of eyes that were constantly watching them in a snowdrift that was rising not far away.