"The iron nails on the fences have been sturdy, and these fences are the guarantee of whether you will survive this to-night - if you dare to deal with things again, let him go out to watch the night!"

Behind the wooden wall of the barracks, Liberinus watched the sun in the distance and directed the soldiers to carry out the final construction work: "Your little life depends on these inconspicuous trenches and fences!"

It was getting late, and all the soldiers were busy with great tension - in all places there were two hundred-man detachments at the same time, one for the work and the other for the guard, and after a quarter of an hour they were transferred, and after several days of marching the regiment the recruits of the regiment gradually began to lose their fears and learn the importance of obeying orders.

Even so, the Chief Centurion didn't have much intention of relaxing—the enemies hiding in the shadows were still staring at the Legion, ready to emerge from unexpected places. Now the place where they are stationed can still see the traces of the previous Silver Blood mercenary group, indicating that it is very close.

The whole legion was exhausted by repeated harassments and raids, and now that victory was in sight, if the enemy intended to destroy the entire legion, they would certainly do it tonight - this thought never dissipated from the mind of Repinnus, and when he looked up, the sky was full of dark clouds, except for the faint starlight and the setting sun in the distance, and the earth was dark, which made Repinus even more deeply uneasy.

And when night fell, the fear in Repinus's heart deepened even more—he held a torch and looked out into the dead wasteland in the distance, but saw nothing. Standing behind the barracks gate and refusing to leave, he accidentally noticed something on his shoulder, only to find Edward Wittwood, who had been standing beside him for some time.

"Lord Chief Flag Officer?!" Repinus, who was startled, subconsciously saluted Edward, but was stopped by him, so he had to shut up and stand aside.

"Nothing. It's just that the night is too hard, come out and go around—and continue your mission, Chief Centurion. Edward smiled and waved his hand, "Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?"

"It's nothing, it's all right,......" replied Lebinus truthfully, but his face twitched as he said this: "But ......" Finally, he still retracted what he wanted to say.

But the biggest abnormality is that everything is normal. Edward knew what to say, a pair of black eyes looked at the wasteland in the dark night, seemingly relaxed, but his left hand had unconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword - the enemy's purpose was to contain himself, unable to join the Silver Blood mercenary group in Tallinn. By tomorrow morning, there will not even be a day's journey.

The current Banner Legion was physically and mentally exhausted, to the point where the wind was loud and the grass and trees were full of soldiers—the continuous raids made the recruits even afraid to leave their tents, and the veterans were full of complaints. I can't wait to fight the enemy head-on!

If you face this situation by yourself, I'm afraid you can't bear it anymore. Isn't their purpose to slow down their march and demoralize? If so, it's time for them to guess right...... Edward was far from being as relaxed as he seemed, and he was also extremely uneasy in his heart.

"Gather the soldiers. Edward finally could not bear it any longer, and ordered Repcinus, who was still standing aside: "The first and second banner regiments are lined up behind the camp gate, the light infantry is all in position, and the remaining banner regiments are all assembled near their respective camps, waiting for orders at any time - but do not make a sound. Be quiet. ”

"What have you found?" said Lybinus, looking into the wilderness with some fear, but out of the darkness he saw nothing: "Where is the enemy?"

"I didn't say there was an enemy. I'm talking about the whole assembly. Edward glared at him coldly, his voice revealing a bit of irritation and violence: "Execute the order, chief centurion!"

"Yes!" Repinos, whose back was cold, turned around and ran, the black-haired knight with a cold face was still standing in place, the big puff on his body could not give him much warmth, and his dark pupils were staring at the dark wilderness from beginning to end.

Soon. The whole barracks were up and running - most of the soldiers had not yet slept, or they had long since been awakened by the barbarian attacks. Only a quarter of an hour later, a panting Repin was back behind Edward, along with Alan and Donner. The chief centurion, who was panting, said in a deep voice: "All of them have been assembled, and the first and second flag regiments are still in formation!"

"Where's the ballista?"

"What?" Lepinus was stunned for a moment. He quickly replied, "All the projectors are ready, and they are all set up on the flat ground in the center of the barracks - all according to your orders." ”

"In the wilderness facing the gate, two hundred yards are projectile once, with an ignition agent. Edward's voice was almost cold, and even Alan could feel how irritable this guy was now, and tried to go up and comfort him a few times, but finally gave up.

Repinus immediately turned around and waved his flag at one of the heralds standing below, and soon several auxiliaries took down a clay pot filled with ignition from the wooden shelf, and with a wave of the torch, the ignition agent jar rose into the air with a little fire, and cut an orange-red arc in the night sky.

"Boom-!!!"

Huge flames exploded in mid-air, raining down like a waterfall. Suddenly, something in the originally dark wasteland was lit with a fire, and several extremely terrible screams were heard!

"Vicious Turine!" In the snowdrift of the wasteland, Abiu, who was lying not far away, watched the barbarian warrior whose body was set on fire almost frantically struggle and convulsed, and finally was burned alive into a pile of charcoal, and got up from the ground with a pale face, and waved the long-handled axe in his hand fiercely: "Kill them all-!"

"Blood Debt and Blood Repayment-!!!"

The terrible roar was stirring, dancing like a hurricane rolling up on the flat ground under the dark night sky, and the originally dead ice and snow wasteland was full of terrifying figures of barbarian warriors, roaring in the direction of the barracks, and the fierce momentum was like a huge wave sweeping the waves, approaching from all directions!

Gracchus, who had been lying in the snow all the time, couldn't help but snort, staring at the barracks that had not even made a sound until now, and he already understood that the reason why the other party had endured until now was that he was waiting for himself to attack and then kill himself!

In the face of thousands of people, a well-prepared and well-defended camp, unless there is a comparable force, or a wild beast like a troll, it is possible to defeat these Turines, otherwise it is simply self-defeating!

At this moment, countless fires rose from behind the fence - arrows ignited with fire oil fell from the sky like countless eyes, and there were many barbarian warriors who fell to the ground screaming, and many fierce fellows, screaming and breaking the shafts of the arrows, and continued to charge with blood flowing, following behind the leader of Abhiu, who was screaming and fighting.

The other party was obviously premeditated, and dug a trap to let himself jump, but that idiot of Abiu actually jumped into it - this guy is crazy, can he be a member of his own side clan, can compete with the younger brother of you, the big chief?!

Thinking about the great chieftain who seemed to trust, but in fact he was guarding against himself everywhere, the cold of his heart soaked Gragus's body, and he couldn't help laughing at himself—what is the difference between a person like himself who has been away from home for many years and wanders outside and those outsiders?

But it's impossible for him to ignore Abiu, a fool, and if he dies here, even if someone testifies to it, he will never be able to tell. Still ambitious, Gracchus has no intention of leaving the clan - at least for now, if he is reluctant, he must fight for the clan!

A bunch of self-righteous idiots...... With a cold snort, he got up from the snow, pressed his right hand on the hilt of the knife behind his back, and the snowy scimitar was like a cold spring, penetrating the cold to the bone, and rushed towards the direction of the camp like a lone wolf. (To be continued.) )