"Damn, what the hell is going on?!"

Virgil, who had just sighed for a long time, immediately had an extremely corrupt expression on his face, and before he could hear what was going on with the guards, he had already rushed out of the room, and walked down the stairs, and before he reached the door, the sound of the fierce argument could already be heard in his ears, and it was getting louder and louder.

Anxious, Virgil strode out, only to find that the situation was more complicated and dangerous than he had imagined - half of the square was filled with soldiers of half of the fortress, almost crowded outside the room of the commander of the regiment where he was, and more than two dozen guards were trembling with spears and shields blocking the doorway, not even having the courage to raise their heads, as if the soldiers would rush up at any moment.

A slender young man was dragged to the square as he struggled and dragged to the square, with bruises on his cheeks and forehead, and bleeding from his sideburns, apparently freshly beaten. The soldiers around him pointed at him with angry faces, as if they would tear him to pieces at any moment if they hadn't stopped him.

Clerk Virgil recognized the young man almost at a glance - Liberus, the son of the original commander of the First Banner, had been serving as an adjutant for his father, and after the total annihilation of the First Banner Regiment, the child became an ordinary centurion, but unfortunately there was not even a single soldier under his command, only a soldier with a title.

"Let go of me!" Pushing away the guards in front of him, an enraged Virgil rushed out and stood in front of the native soldiers, glaring at him and shouting, "Why do you do this to your brothers?" What a mistake did he make!"

Presumably, the "majesty" of the clerk still has a little effect. The square, which had just been a mess, was immediately much quieter. Several of the native soldiers also let go of their hands, and Liberus, who had been beaten to the ground, fell to the ground without saying a word, if it weren't for the two breaths, Virgil would have thought that the young man had been killed!

"Brother, what are you talking about?" A strange voice came from the crowd on the side, making Virgil frown and not turn his face away. But the voice didn't stop there: "I only saw a bastard who killed two of my guards and almost killed me!"

"You know, you don't know -- just now. If I hadn't been clever enough, it wouldn't have been the two unlucky ones who were slashed by him with a single sword, but me! This kid is crazy, are you still going to shield a bastard who wants to hurt your own brother?!"

There were a few echoing shouts around him, all of which were feverish and bloodthirsty, and Virgil frowned, and slowly turned his head, and beneath his unkempt hair and beard was a somewhat gloomy face, but also a little fierce.

This fellow's name was Helty, the flag leader of the Second Banner Regiment, and he was only half a Turine—his mother was a captured barbarian. His father was a wandering knight and mercenary who had come to make a fortune in the Vast Lands, and was able to earn the title of Banner Commander in a place like the Battle Banner Legion, which was at best an auxiliary legion. For someone from his background, it is already very difficult.

Virgil would not have dealt with the Captain of the Herti Banner as long as he had the chance, because this guy was a mad dog - as he should be, he would not like the First Banner Commander too much, because in the eyes of the Mad Dog, all those who were better than him were only born better than him, and Liberus's father was a lord with his own estate, a Turin nobleman, and naturally he was much better than the mad dog of a half-barbarian like him.

"With all due respect, but why did Liberus attack you?" Virgil had to frown and plug his ears before he could barely ask, "This doesn't make sense, maybe you can explain why?"

"Who knows what this kid is for, maybe it's to avenge his useless dead ghost father!" Helty, who was burping with wine in his mouth, had a sneering expression: "I don't have the ability to go into battle to kill barbarians, so I want to take the brothers in the fortress to kill - this kid is crazy, do you still want me to pretend to be invisible and let him kill our brothers?!"

Apparently this Herthy knew very well how to motivate the people around him, and in just a few words, the voice that had just been suppressed by Virgil immediately rolled like boiling water, and the clerk's expression became even more ugly.

About half of the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion are all recruited locally - this is destined to be definitely not too many Turin people in the true sense, most of them are natives of Hantu who are gradually "civilized" in order to be able to eat, and once these people are provoked, it is very dangerous to want to fight against them.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Virgil's forehead, and in this dangerous situation, once these indigenous soldiers were ready to rebel, most of the Battle Banner Legion would collapse because of it - no, no, no, he was still too naïve, and the entire Legion should be completely finished!

“...... They were ready to flee. ”

In a trance, the young man who was still lying on the ground and dying slowly got up, with a blue nose and swollen face but surprisingly calm, staring coldly at Helty, who was standing there baring his teeth, and said, "Captain of the Helti Banner...... Prepare to escape from the fortress with the men of the Second Banner Regiment!"

In the square, where there was a burst of shouting just now, it suddenly fell silent as if it had been choked by the neck. Everyone turned their eyes to Helty, who was still standing there with a mocking expression, and Virgil, the clerk who was almost speechless in surprise.

"You, you're lying! It's a liar, he just wants to get away with it, he wants to live! He's a damn ......."

"I'm not lying, you can just ask someone from the Second Banner Regiment and you'll find out. The young man still spoke calmly, "There is no need to lie, because this kind of lie can be debunked at once." ”

"You?!" A fierce light flashed from Helty's eyes, and he suddenly rushed up to kill this kid, but was stopped by several Virgil guards, and then glared at the thin clerk with a fierce face: "What do you want to do, do you want to stop me?!"

"Are you really planning to flee with the brethren of the Second Banner Regiment?" Virgil still didn't quite believe what the guy just said, "Where can you escape, now that there are barbarian warriors and their monsters everywhere outside, you will only be a dead end if you go out!"

"That's better than waiting to die here!" was probably the annoyance and anger that was exposed, which made this fierce evil man's face look grim: "I won't wait to die here, even if I go up to the mountain to be a bandit, it is ten thousand times stronger than here!"

Virgil was speechless, especially when he saw the face that was about to collapse, and he couldn't say a word—because Herthy was right, and the cruel truth was the most undesirable to look at.

Escape, maybe there is still a way to live, stay here, sooner or later you will be slaughtered!

What's more, he is not a regimental commander, and he is not qualified to require a banner commander to obey his orders - strictly speaking, the battle flag regiment that has lost even the military flag has long been a non-existent "regiment", and the reason why it has barely supported until now is only because no one is willing to take them in, and there is not even anyone willing to disband them!

And now, if they really want to leave, what right do they have to stop them? The lost Virgil did not dare to look up at all, and just as he sighed, the young man who was still lying on the ground suddenly spoke, and his voice was as cold as a stone.

"But now the Second Flag Regiment can't leave. Liberus spoke, "When I returned, I found two war tribes preparing for war. ”

"If you leave at this time, everyone will die!" (To be continued.) )