Joined the army in a daze, and it is still not a regular mercenary, this is a life that no one witnesses from birth to death, and he is always ready to take money and leave.

I spent two denares in a nice room at night, because there were no windows so there was always a very unfriendly smell in the air, lying in bed, the snoring next door was so noisy that I couldn't sleep, because I didn't live with Andrew, and there was no one to talk to at night. As I stared at the oil lamp that burned slowly and emitted obscene flames, my mind was blank.

The first thing that comes to mind is mission, which is a question that I can't answer, and that's what I'm struggling with right now. Maybe it was arranged by God, so I escaped from death, and the first living person I saw when I opened my eyes was Andrew, who had a sense of mission. Everything he's done so far is to be able to return to the ranks of the Legion, and I, I don't even know what I'm trying to do in this era, I finally picked up a leak and met the beautiful Tenaia, but because of that damn banner, I can't be with Tenaia at all, at least for now. No, I don't mean to complain about Andrew's dead eyes, it's just that I'm like a headless fly right now, living without a goal at all.

It was late in the night, and thankfully the snoring guy had unexpectedly stopped his desperate breathing as if he had self-knowledge, and I quickly closed my eyes, and soon I was asleep. But I didn't feel like I had slept for long, probably as soon as I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, I was woken up by violent shaking. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see anything in the dark, but I saw a figure grabbing my arm and shaking it vigorously.

"Quick, Luga, let's go to the square now."

The voice was thick and powerful, and it was Andrew when he heard it, and today's Andrew changed his disgust and dissatisfaction from yesterday, and the somewhat trembling voice couldn't hide his faint excitement now. Anyway, I don't know what he was excited about, rubbing my sleepy eyes, I struggled to get up, dozing off, by this time Andrew had already lit the oil lamp, "Hurry up and get ready to go." He looked like he couldn't wait.

"Alright, got it."

I feel very uncomfortable, because this guy is really incomprehensible, and I don't know what it means to join the army for him, so that he can't wait to prove himself? I didn't ask any more questions, I just went out and washed my face and mouth, put on my chain mail again, and when everything was cleaned up, I went downstairs with Andrew. Coming to the dining area on the first floor, I have to say that the owner of this inn is really a rich lord, or is this the dining custom of the Romans, at this time the slaves who are simply dressed have removed the mess of yesterday and replaced it with new food. I picked up a cheesecake, took a few sips, and served the wine diluted with water (in the eyes of the Romans, drinking wine undiluted with water was the act of barbarians, a rule that has been handed down since republican times, and God knows what the people who made it thought must have been too much to drink).

Before leaving, I secretly took a bunch of grapes, and walked along the road just so that my mouth would not be idle, and along the not very wide street, we both walked all the way to the center of the city, and every time we passed an intersection we had to study the signs erected there, so that it was a little slower, but it was better than getting lost. In keeping with the tradition of all roads leading to Rome, the final destination of the road is the wide square in front of the Doge's Palace.

There used to be a lot of vendors selling their hoards, and I stood in the meeting hall and saw them being driven by the soldiers in leather armor to clean up their small stalls, and they seemed to be sitting for these mercenaries.

Soon, driven away by a large number of guards, the vendors had already left, and the people in the hall did not decrease much, but gathered more and more.

"Are they all mercenaries who have been called upon?"

A soldier with a loud voice shouted at us: "If you are a mercenary and you are registered, then follow me!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and left, followed by a large crowd of black pressing, I didn't expect that there would be so many mercenaries, and most of them were strong men of various nationalities, although they came from different nationalities, but they all had one thing in common, that is, bohemianism. While the soldiers in leather armor remained stable, they were still noisy, like a flock of sparrows, with many mouths and tongues, and of course the topic was nothing more than how to brag about how good they were, and how they had beaten anyone or anyone.

"Oh, these scum who have no rules at all!"

Andrew said in a low voice: "I said that joining the mercenaries was a big mistake, Luga, now you see, I am right, when the time comes to the battlefield, these guys may not be able to shut their foul mouths!" ”

"Andrew, don't speak."

I pointed to him and said, "Look at that! ”

I followed my fingers, and in front of the crowd was a high marble podium, and I saw a man wearing a red toga robe, inside which was a shirt called a kunica, a tunic called a kunica, which was a typical robe of the Roman aristocracy, and wearing this dress was an old man, who slowly stepped up to the stage, and in the face of these unruly barbarians in the audience, he still paid attention to his etiquette, and would not lose the price of nobility in front of the barbarians.

"Good gentlemen!" This Roman aristocrat started, but I didn't listen carefully to the next words, because it roughly tells us that since we are imperial mercenaries, we should fight for the empire if we take the empire's money, of course, the mercenaries are treated very well, but the only drawback is that they have to buy their own equipment, but fortunately, relying on the glory of the empire, the equipment that everyone present lacks is fully equipped by the imperial armory.

The erudite old fellow talked about the subject for an hour, and then it was time to divide the phalanx. The soldier in charge of the matter began to ask questions one by one, dividing the different mercenaries into different arrays. But seeing those men boasting about themselves, the soldiers were able to listen patiently, and of course the assigned array was also very high, I don't know if this is good or bad.

"And what about the two of you?" A soldier came up to us and asked him a straightforward question: "Have you ever joined the army and fought?" ”

"Yes!"

Andrew said: "We used to belong to the 7th Gemina Legion! ”

"Gamina?"

The soldier's expression looked incredulous, "Didn't the Gemina Legion be wiped out by the Goths in a recent battle?" The corpse of the commander of the company regiment was not found. ”

"Not so, sir!"

Andrew explained: "I saw with my own eyes that the body of our coach Litollo was taken away by the Goths, he was a brave general who fought until the last moment! ”

"So can you prove yourself?"

The soldier took out a lead plaque from his neck with many words engraved on it, which was the military badge of a Roman soldier.

"I lost it! But this flag proves it! Andrew had to make a last resort, handing the flag of the Gemina Regiment to the soldier to show him, looking at the soldier with anticipation,

"I'm sorry, I don't understand this, I'm just a soldier, I don't know about this, I only recognize the military badge."

The soldier's expression did not change in the slightest, like an emotionless animal, or the whole person was numb after listening to too many lies, only to see him bow his head and record, and said coldly: "You two, the fourth phalanx of the first wing, the first array." ”