Even when I was in the water, I felt a tingling sensation in my face, and I was sure that all the hairs on my face were burned.

Not only my face, but my throat felt like it was about to smoke because of my thirst. I held my breath and sank my face into the water, whether it was clean or not, and I gulped until the painful feeling subsided.

"Luga, Luga."

Andrew lay on the shield, which was so heavy that it could only hold his face to the surface. He called out to me with his mouth open, but as soon as the sheets closed, the river poured water from his mouth one by one.

My left hand gripped the belt of the two shields under me and Andrew, and with my right hand I grabbed the chain mail on Andrew's body, lifting him up a few centimeters so that he didn't have to drink so much.

"Luga, it hurts! Luga, my back hurts! ”

Andrew groaned, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, and he looked really painful. I caressed his chest, knowing that it wouldn't ease the pain on his back. He gasped, but his breath grew weaker and weaker, he groaned, and his eyes slowly closed.

"Bear with me, Andrew, we'll definitely get out!"

I shook his body as hard as I could, trying to stop him from falling asleep, who knows if he would be able to wake up again after sleeping like this. In this way, the two of us lay on our shields, and slowly drifted away from the sea of fire along the flowing water.

"Look, there they are!"

Just then, I heard an exclamation from the riverbank. It was Latin, and I looked up as if I had found a lifesaver, and I saw two Roman cavalrymen, one pointing at me and shouting at the other.

I was about to say hello to them, hoping they would help, but halfway through my hand, I stopped.

"They must not have come to help the two of us."

I said to myself, and in my eyes, what the two of them had done confirmed what I said.

With the short lance in their backhand, they waved at me and shouted, "Hey, centurion, we're here to help you, row here!" ”

I won't be fooled, although they really look like they really want to help me and Andrew from a distance, but what it means to hold a gun in the backhand, I think it goes without saying, everyone who is used to using a shuttle dart knows everything. They just wanted me to come closer, and they must have thrown the spear at me and killed me.

Before I could react, the two of them were in a hurry, only to see them turn over and dismount, trot all the way to the riverbank, trot with us, and keep waving: "Hey, centurion, come here, come here, we are here to save you." ”

I heard this greeting in my heart, you didn't save you when you were in the midst of the fire, how could I, who had escaped death now, trust everything I saw in front of me under the banner of the Roman legion again.

At their call, I was unmoved, just watched from the sidelines, quietly watching them trot.

"Fuck, you two damn things!"

Seeing us getting farther and farther away, I didn't mean to listen to them at all. The panting duo finally couldn't help but scold, right! That's right, this is what you two are! I sneered, stretched out my right hand and waved at them and shouted, "Two fools, go back and tell Anthony, fuck you!" After scolding, the evil breath in my heart came out a lot, and I suddenly felt that the pain was relieved.

The two horsemen were clearly enraged by my humiliation, and the rifles they had grabbed with their backhands were finally in use, and they had them on their shoulders, not caring how far they could throw them.

"Whew!"

I saw them throw themselves in the direction of me and Andrew.

"Smack!"

The spear crossed an arc in mid-air, and landed a few meters in front of me with a "hole", and the wooden stick hit the water first. Even if it hits both of us, it's just an extra bruise. Because the mass of the spearhead was heavy and dense, the wooden handle floated up and the spearhead sank, so I grabbed a riding spear, grasped the wooden handle with my right hand, and pulled it to my side.

The two cavalrymen standing on the bank of the river stood in place for a long time, probably sighing as they watched the credit for their imminent deed. They gave up the chase, and for some reason, they didn't need to let the horses go, they had to run.

The river flowed so quietly that it took us farther and farther away, and the two horsemen gradually became as small as matchsticks, and they turned back, apparently to report the situation. At this time, there was no one around, and it was as if I had returned to prehistoric times. From time to time birds chirped in the hollow forest, the sound echoing on both sides of the Rhine and quieter.

"Luga, I'm cold."

Andrew moaned on the side, I quickly pulled the leash and dragged him to my side, and we drifted quietly like two leaves, in only one direction, and that was the sea.

I tried to paddle like a paddle with my riding gun, trying to get us both to shore, but the slender stick had no resistance at all and did nothing to help us change direction. I only had one hand, and the power was even more insignificant, and after a few attempts, I finally gave up. Putting down my riding gun, I grabbed the belt with my left hand and tried to swim with my right hand towards the south bank of the river. It didn't work, just three or two strokes left me out of breath.

"I can't die, I can't die!"

I hummed and opened my sore right arm again, it was useless, even if I tried harder, the waves in the river would always push me back to the middle position, I was unwilling, again, again! I silently cheered myself up in my heart, but the reality always gave me a loud slap in the face, and again and again, the voice in my heart that cheered me on became smaller and smaller until I couldn't hear it clearly.

I had no more strength, and lay on my back on the broad shield, and the minutes and seconds passed, and even the black smoke that burned up and floated in the air was blocked by the layers of dense forest, and I could not see a single speck. I think I've drifted far enough. The cold water made me shiver, and the heat in my body was passing at an alarming rate, and it was speeding up all the time.

I stopped struggling, and my right hand, trembling slightly, reached over the back of Andrew's neck and rested on his other shoulder. I didn't have any more strength for such a slight movement, and Andrew's breathing was weak, and he gradually closed his eyes.

"Hey, my friend."

I didn't have the strength anymore, my voice was more like a mosquito, my eyelids were getting heavier, and the things around me were getting more and more blurred.

"I can't run away!"

I gave up the last bit of hope to survive, because the cold and exhaustion left me with no choice.

It was only then that little consciousness was left that I calmed down, and I didn't think it was too late before I went to sleep.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, thinking that I had great ability, I was a centurion, and I was covered by Aetius, and I thought that I couldn't be plotted by others casually. But I thought it was always what I thought, I was finally defeated by Anthony's means, and now my life is flowing little by little on the surface of this river, this is my destination, I slowly closed my eyes, and completely blocked the haze in front of me.

Accept my fate, I accept my fate!