After a careful explanation by Fermeo, the inhabitants of this unknown village finally let down their guard against the legion and began to mobilize their women in hiding to help us sew leather boots, but we had to pay half of the deposit first.

It's not a big amount, it's cheap, but we have a job, and we have to take care of their security while we prepare our boots, which isn't too difficult, it's just that we spend the night in it. Because in addition, all the boots they prepared for the winter were taken out, and they only took out more than 100 pairs, and they had to re-sew the rest themselves. Because it was only one day, they were all young and old, collecting the materials needed to make leather boots for us. Soon, half of our team was wearing leather boots.

Outside the village, the auxiliary legions, which had come to plunder under the banner of the Empire, were blocked by us. When the two sides are at a stalemate, Guy appears.

"Aurius . Luga! ”

The chief centurion, Guy, with a banner and two centurions under his command, came to the Centurion with a menacing attitude. You don't have to guess to know that he's here to show me his dignity as a chief centurion.

"What's wrong, sir?"

I hurried up to meet me, but the guy was also rude, pushed me away, and strode into the village to look around. Before I could come to my senses, he pulled out the Spada Iron Sword from his waist with a "brush", and pointed the tip of the sword straight at my eye.

"This time, tell me, what am I going to do to keep you from killing you?"

Guy took the sword and pressed closer.

"Hey, sir, I really didn't mean to disobey your orders."

Seeing that the problem seemed to be serious, I quickly waved my hand and apologized to Chief Centurion Guy. And hurriedly explained: "I'm also doing this for our first team, aren't I!" ”

"Oh?"

Guy suddenly became interested, and his brow furrowed. I just heard him say slowly: "Then let's talk about it, how did you do things in our first brigade?" Could it be that you are leading Aurius . Was Andrew's reason for running away? ”

"No, no, no! Sir," I said to Guy with a smile on my face, "you see I'm not in a hurry because the soldiers don't have decent shoes on their feet on such a cold day." ”

Guy looked at the belt sandals on my feet, then at the turf boots on the soldiers' feet behind me, the iron sword that hung in midair and pointed at me, and slowly lowered.

"You forced them to do this?"

"No, no, no, we've all paid for a pair of shoes for a dinaris."

"So cheap!"

This caught Guy's attention, and he looked at the boots on his face again, and then at the boots on the soldiers' feet behind me. I don't need to say it, I've already guessed what he thinks.

"Twenty pairs of boots."

I held out two fingers to him and offered him twenty pairs of boots for free.

"No," Guy said, shaking his head repeatedly, holding out three fingers to me, "Thirty pairs." ”

I wanted to bargain with him, but when I saw that Guy was going to move again, I knew that there was no reason to talk about it, so I had to nod my head, it seems that I have to go to Centurion Andrew for the thirty denaris.

Well, under the threat of authority I bowed my head and nodded at Chief Centurion Guy.

"That's right." Guy smiled, sheathed his sword, walked over and patted me on the shoulder, and walked away.

"Alas, this insatiable fellow."

I shook my head helplessly, and now it seems that the only way to avoid disaster is to break the fortune.

After a day and a half of hard work, the busy villagers prepared more than 230 pairs of fur shoes for us, and now we can say goodbye to the painful sandal torture, and the next trip is much better. We hung a banner at the door of the village, so that the later legions would see that it was a good village and not to plunder and kill.

After another two days we passed through the province of Grande Séquanolen, and the journey met no resistance, as if the Burgundians had vanished out of thin air. But soon, the city of Worms on the west bank of the Rhine was right in front of us.

Then it is very easy to explain the lack of Burgundians along the way, because the Burgundians are here, they are around their king, and they are here to fight us.

Early in the morning, when the trumpets sounded, we got up and dressed up, followed by the chief centurion Guy, and went out of the camp gates, and unsurprisingly saw the old priest again, still dressed in the same clothes, this time holding the Bible in his hand, and contemplating it facing us, which was nothing more than to comfort the hearts of the soldiers.

Led by Guy, our four hundred-men lined up and now supported behind the legionnaires. Because I'm a centurion, I'm in the middle of the first row of the line. At that time, I thought it was a siege, but when I went to the battlefield, I never expected that the Burgundians would not be afraid of us at all, and they were uniformly armed, armed with round shields and spears, and stood in front of the gates of Worms.

The ranks of the legions marched forward, but in front of us there were four hundred-man regiments of auxiliary legions, armed with spears and broad shields, and the cavalry of the overseers rode to and fro in the gap between our troops.

"Keep up! Advance! ”

Seeing the Hundred Corps of the Auxiliary Legion advancing uninterruptedly, Chief Centurion Guy was not far behind us and ordered us to follow.

"Woo~~~Woo~~~"

The horsemen shuttling back and forth with horns in their hands blew out, and the rumbling sound of the trumpets shook everyone's eardrums.

"The enemies of Rome are right in front of us, go up and face them, let them see who the hell is!"

Chief Centurion Guy drew his sword and danced it back and forth in mid-air, and I, along with the soldiers around me, drew my sword and clenched it to the right side of my body, following the sound of the trumpeter's horn and walking forward step by step.

The Burgundians, too, were not afraid, but faced us step by step.

"Stop!"

At the sound of the command, the trumpet ceased, and I waved my hand to signal the soldiers to stop, and at this time I was less than a hundred meters away from the Burgundians on the other side. To great surprise, their commander also ordered them to stop at this time.

With a series of drum wheels turning, a chariot passed us, carrying not only the grooms, but also Anthony, the deputy commander of the legion. He stood on the station car, and quickly came to the front of the military formation. The Burgundians also sent officers, also on chariots, to meet Antony in the formation of the two armies.

The armies on both sides were silent, and thousands of pairs of eyes were fixed on the Antony and the Burgundian officer, whose words and deeds now were at stake in the lives of hundreds of people. However, they looked at each other with serious expressions, and it seemed that they were not talking pleasantly, but they were too far away to hear what they were saying.

The meeting lasted only a few minutes, and Antony was separated from the Burgundian officer. Their charioteer turned back into his ranks, and Anthony kept his head down in thought. None of us in the group knew what they were talking about, but what we did know was that the problems that could not be discussed could only be solved by fighting.

"It seems that they have not solved their own problems," Chief Centurion Guy raised the Legion flag in his hand and shouted loudly: "First Brigade, prepare for battle!" ”

"Phew!"

We stand up our shields forward, face the Burgundians opposite, fight, and are on the verge of a touch!